reflection
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I came to Harvard to fall asleep during lectures
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≻: I came to Harvard to fall asleep during lecturesImagine the audacity of being able to choose your classes to do things you enjoy but still fall asleep in…
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In a language I do not know
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≻: In a language I do not knowThe end of fall was marked by a week of gloom and heavy rain and an acute sense of melancholy…
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My first leisure read
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≻: My first leisure readUniversity reading is a lot. There’s 2.5 books to read every week and sometimes I just have to go into…
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A sip of Gong Cha
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≻: A sip of Gong ChaThe craving for bubble tea (or BoBa, as the Americans call it) was something I wish I had left behind…
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The Art of Missing
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≻: The Art of MissingI remember this poem “One Art” by Elizabeth Bishop, about the heartbreaking way the speaker perfects the art of losing…
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Silence in the departure hall
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≻: Silence in the departure hallThe loudness of jewel fades like a dream as I travel alone up the lift into the departure hall. The…
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