Back-to-School Thoughts

  • I don’t really have any anxiety surrounding flying, but airports themselves make me kind of nervous. I’m not sure if it’s the TSA factor, the fear of missing my flight, or the environment which manages to feel both fast-paced and monotonously slow at the same time. Also, they smell funny.
  • Storage is really just an advanced, live-action version of Tetris. If you win, your fridge gets to survive.


  • I hate unpacking. I hate it so much that I got it over with in three hours.
  • There are two types of summer story jealousy. The first is the actual, visceral feeling of “I wanna be you,” or at least “I wanna do that” (ex: me talking to people who were dancing in Paris). The second involves having no personal desire to do what that person did, but still feeling your comparative lack in the coolness/excitingness/impressiveness/successfulness departments (ex: me talking to people who were interning at Google and JP Morgan).
  • I’m only mildly jealous though, because I had a pretty good summer, and I think I’m the only person here who is legitimately excited to go back to school.
  • Reminder: New York is delicious and too expensive.

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  • Today I went to Steps to take a ballet class, but got there late and decided to take a jazz class 30 minutes later. It ended up being a super sexy style, and all the other women were wearing heels. I was trying really hard to be sexy in socks. I think it was kind of cute.
  • If Obama is actually coming to Columbia I guess we’ll be able to accurately say things like “I have to write a paper tonight . . . Thanks, Obama!” or “Just bombed my midterm . . . Thanks, Obama!”
  • So, 8:40 am class tomorrow . . .

I Can Breathe Now

Recently, I learned that I can and should breathe. Particularly while I’m dancing.

I mean, that’s something I’ve been told every couple of months for the past ten years, but I’m still working on really learning. Knowing is different from learning. You know you should be working something instead of falling into the endless internet tunnel, but have you really learned that?

Breathing is something that is easy to put on hold. Sure it’s essential for survival and all, but it’s something I can do at any time. It’s important that I breathe every few seconds, but is it really that important that I breathe now? When there is so much thinking and moving and aligning and adjusting and feeling and shaping and projecting to do? Breathing can wait until the next break, when it gets easier, when I have less to do.

Not that I’m consciously thinking this–too busy. If I was thinking about it, I would realize that I need oxygen now, not later, while I’m working my hardest, not resting.

But I forget. We all forget. While we’re all busy going about the business of living, we forget that we have to keep ourselves alive. 

So take this as a personal memo. It’s time to breathe.








Congratulations. You’re alive.