On Graduating

There will be no tears. There is no sadness here. I won’t miss my time at Agnes, and I will not feel bittersweet once I’m gone. I will not look back on my time here with fondness. With any luck, I won’t look back at all.  During my first year I entered into what I…

Sorry I’m Late, but We Have to Talk About the Jonas Brothers

Featured Image Source It’s 2009 or something. I’m in the car with my mom, my best friend, my little sister, and her best friend. We’re on the road to South Carolina for a Jonas Brothers concert. We’re blasting “When You Look Me In the Eyes” and replacing all the words with “When You Give Me…

The Philosophy of Separation: Why Art Owes You Nothing

Featured Image Source I’ve really been struggling with artists who are problematic. Sometimes I feel like I’m not allowed to like anything anymore because as soon as I mention, say, Virginia Woolf’s To the Lighthouse and how it cured my depression, somebody has to pipe up to remind me that she was horrendously anti-Semitic. Or, as soon as…

An Ode to Opportunity

Featured Image Source by Bruno Moraes Normally I don’t post poetry here; that’s for my side blog, A Room of My Own. But I figured since I’m still so emotional about the Mars rover Opportunity, I’d take a minute to mourn her loss on the main blog. I guess you could say I’m taking this opportunity to…