We’re graduating into a world that is more fractious than ever before. This statement, which has been repeated for years, has moved from insight to truism to enduring political reality.
If you told me a year ago that in a year I’d be writing about how I love chemistry, I probably would have laughed in your face.
Nobody’s perfect. It’s an age-old mantra that lets us find a bit of comfort in our shortcomings. Our mothers, friends, teachers and coaches have hammered this basic pillar of humanity into our brains. Imperfections, we are taught, are universal and part of what make us human.
My lack of flexibility, intense personality and acute alcoholism all contribute to my consistently pathetic performance in the yoga classes I have been taking.
The end of the semester is a hectic time. If there’s anything indicative of this, it’s the fact that I’m writing this column in the notes app on my phone as I walk to my next class.
On June 12, 2016, a gunman opened fire in Pulse, a gay nightclub in Orlando, Fla.