Maturity Tag

As I walked into lecture today, to my surprise, I noticed that my professor, who is regarded so highly in the world of academia, decided to use Comic Sans on the lecture slides. Believe me, it took every ounce of self-control within me to not walk right out then and there. Professor, I respect you immensely as an intellect, and you are far more learned that I may ever be. However, let me tell you exactly why I can’t take you seriously with Comic Sans: Some may say Comic SansRead More

The moment I turned 18, I threw myself a VIP-access, glitz and glamour, dance party extravaganza…because technically, I no longer had to call myself a teenager. I had finally emerged from adolescence alive. I felt like Batman because I had clawed my way out Bane’s inescapable pit. I wholeheartedly believed that the rest of my life was waiting with a bigger and better everything. I simply couldn’t wait to hop on a plane with my dream in my cardigan, and never look back. Simply being an adult empowers me toRead More

This is a letter I wrote to myself after recently looking at one of my high school yearbooks.  Please excuse the language; I was wearing a lot of tie-dye in the pictures.   Dear Asshole, This is you, 11 years in the future.  First things first, you look fit!  Well done.  Keep it up.  It’s easy to stay fit.  It is hard to regain that.  So keep up the good work. Now, down to business.  Cut your hair, you look like an idiot.  Turns out that Mom was right whenRead More