friends

The happiness and joy of the Christmas season simply cannot be topped, so why not make it start a little earlier than what’s traditional?

I’m sorry for dragging you away from the rest of the party and making you talk to me about life as we walked the expanse of the beach shore. Thank you for making life feel less lonely than the people we happen to be.

After the Soup Night legacy was born, rarely has there been a Friday in which the ten of us have not crammed into somebody’s kitchen, to pick out songs, boil stock and potatoes, while dancing around the living room. 

Just about every morning I get up, wash my face and make myself a pot of coffee while listening to jazz and doing some dishes. I call it, to quote the title, my morning ritual.

Call it a lockdown leftover or just plain anxiety, there are times when I simply can’t leave my house. Don’t get me wrong, I love my friends and Berkeley, but it’s undeniable that there are just so many people.

We can’t simply wait and expect our dreams to materialize; we must actively pursue them and put in the effort to make them a reality.

After all, who among my Spotify followers would care to search through and analyze the meanings behind a playlist called “sandpaper?”

There was no romance in the movie, not really.

What's great about prerequisites is that, together, we can struggle through them with our classmates, as difficult as the course may be.

Importantly, 1989 is for all of us feeling youthful and holding onto that feeling of what it’s like to share your life with friends.