I know of a place where if I take a deep breath through my nose, it is sharp and crisp and old. The air tastes crinkly. Old stories whisper around me, beckoning me to come closer. As I shed tears, the ground around me bleeds and I am in an ocean of my own musings.
The format for classes during COVID has been somewhat of a hit-or-miss situation. Having to stare at your professor through a screen for 50 minutes is difficult, both because of the lack of opportunity to ask questions and the lack of face-to-face interaction.
My friend Grace was the first person to ever make me a playlist. She sent me a painstakingly crafted 16 track ensemble full of SZA, Kendrick Lamar, Outkast, Amy Winehouse and Ariana Grande among others.
This past Thanksgiving break, I sat down to watch the critically acclaimed “Wolf of Wall Street”, dubbed one of the best movies of all time. Being my first year in the business school, this film seemed to be a prerequisite for the unofficial BBA checklist.