OFF THE BEAT: Getting out of the clouds

Many adults have said to me along the years that college is a place of adventure, excitement and growth. For me, college made me swallow one of the sourest tasting medicines ever — the cough syrup that made me realize I had to grow up. In my continued process of
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OFF THE BEAT: Piss, pastries and Paris

It was nearly 7 a.m. Paris time, a full nine hours ahead of my body’s clock, which thought I was still in the Bay Area even after a 13-hour flight and two nights of no sleep. Under these conditions — with around 90 pounds of clothes and books that I
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OFF THE BEAT: Fellowship through fasting

Bleary-eyed and carrying a slight headache from jet lag, I stumbled up a concrete staircase to a second-story shop. It was my second day in Amman, the capital of Jordan, and I found myself accompanying our Palestinian study-abroad program director as he ran errands. To a sweets shop, then an
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OFF THE BEAT: Boats against the current

I never know what to say when people ask me where I’m from. Usually, I just roll my eyes and say something to the effect of “it’s complicated,” but sometimes I take a deep breath and provide the full explanation. There may be an easier way to describe it —
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Giving it some thought

Sex on Monday

In some ways, I am completely unqualified to write about being a virgin in college. I lost my virginity the summer before college to a boy I ended up dating for the next four years. I also love sex. But if someone hasn’t had sex, I just think that he
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An attitude of gratitude

The Way I See It

Once, when I was a child, I set the garden hose to the sprinkler function and sat under a huge umbrella protecting me from the spray of water, just listening to its sound. It was all very romantic and strange. And it involved a huge amount of wasted water. The
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Scrolling through reality

Connect the Dots

I think, therefore I am.” But as the jester literati of the Heuristic Squelch once put it, “I think, therefore I am sad.” And to avoid such pensive thoughts, we plug into something — anything — to animate mundane weekly routines, and then escape into weekends of consumable debauchery. Many
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Getting past the mechanics

Sex on Monday

The specific mechanics of oral sex really shouldn’t be pondered too long. Like most of sex, the longer it is examined with an unhormonal eye, the more horrifying the entire process gets. Like a word repeated until it seems more like noise than something with actual meaning, when looked at
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Dotted Lines

The Way I See It

Annual trips to Korea in my childhood gave me glimpses into the crowded streets of Seoul, where morning and night blend together and life thrives incessantly on the main streets of the city. I’ve seen the red tents that pop up in the early evening and stay up late into
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Free-stylin’ projections

Connect the Dots

Wearing sweats in public makes me think of sleepwalking. Besides the handful of times I’ve made it to the RSF, I save wearing my shapeless cotton pants for sleeping days and ones that don’t entail too much sweating. It’s not that I think sweats look (too) gross or hopeless —
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