After a remote freshman year, I am moving in today and at last and can independently confirm that my college campus exists.
My internship gave me the chance to view the current political and journalistic landscape through code.
As the fundamental laws of physics change when an object goes from the quantum scale to a normal Newtonian size, so a novel is not governed, necessarily, by the same principles as most forms of writing.
When I computed my final Fourier transform on June 4 and handed in my last exam of the school year, the relief I felt was slight but nonzero nevertheless.
With a couple of days until winter quarter started, reopening plans were canceled for the second time after several reaffirmations, and adapting to that news has taken the whole ten weeks.
The subject matter of my courses has been endlessly fascinating.
In this complex city, the camera can direct one’s attention to the forms, lights, shadows, and patterns that resonate the most, opening the mind to subjects that may have never gone noticed before.
