For Happiness, Keep a Gratitude Journal

When I was a fifth-grader, I overheard some kid in my French class say that I was one of the most pessimistic people he knew. Not really a compliment for a person of any age. But I guess his assessment was, in many ways, true. My chosen reaction — and
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Notes from my journal: Seasons of Selfhood

When I was about 8 years old, I realized I sucked at writing and promptly abandoned my dream of becoming a poet. But for someone who perpetually promises to never write down any of her stupid thoughts, I sure have a lot of pocket-sized notebooks.
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How I became a Nhà Viết Văn

When I was a little girl, about 8 or 9, I stumbled across a yellowed, pocketbook version of L.M. Montgomery’s “Anne of Green Gables,” a story about a spirited, redheaded orphan. I fell in love with Anne Shirley, whose good intentions and misadventures charmed me. Her romantic and poetic voice
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Why you should celebrate Left-Handers’ Day

We smudge every chalkboard we write on. We have odd aches in our wrists, arms and necks from using desks designed against our handedness. We feel a sense of shared suffering and yet camaraderie when we meet other “lefties,” because they understand. Thankfully, our generation has never felt the institutionalized
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Accept that you are a writer

Whether you’re majoring in English or struggling through an ethnic studies paper when you just want to study biology, Cal students do a lot of writing. While papers can be much less stressful than rushed in-class midterms, they do require much more time, especially when you procrastinate. And we think
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