Island hopping
September 2018 through June 2019
Ah yes, the winter of 2018-19, when I briefly thought that this would be more palatable as a blog. I discovered quickly and cruelly that it was just as uninteresting an enterprise in that format, and that even my love of writing could not outweigh the many minor annoyances of formatting this website. I frankly have no idea what the difference is between a regular page and a blog page, save that the latter automatically dates whatever I do. On the bright side, the world probably suffers from enough blogs as is, so really I did humanity a favor by shutting this down.
I may as well note here that the date at the top of each post can be changed. In order to put my sophomore year experiences in their correct order, I will be giving each the date on which they occurred, rather than when I wrote them. You are welcome to assume that all of these were crafted in the not so distant past, or ten minutes ago, or next week, or whenever you like. Time is an illusion, as the philosophers say, and anyway it still feels like March in Seattle, except that the hyacinths have died and been replaced by rain-dripping roses.
Happy Wednesday,
Haleh
October, 2020
Ah yes, the winter of 2018-19, when I briefly thought that this would be more palatable as a blog. I discovered quickly and cruelly that it was just as uninteresting an enterprise in that format, and that even my love of writing could not outweigh the many minor annoyances of formatting this website. I frankly have no idea what the difference is between a regular page and a blog page, save that the latter automatically dates whatever I do. On the bright side, the world probably suffers from enough blogs as is, so really I did humanity a favor by shutting this down.
I may as well note here that the date at the top of each post can be changed. In order to put my sophomore year experiences in their correct order, I will be giving each the date on which they occurred, rather than when I wrote them. You are welcome to assume that all of these were crafted in the not so distant past, or ten minutes ago, or next week, or whenever you like. Time is an illusion, as the philosophers say, and anyway it still feels like March in Seattle, except that the hyacinths have died and been replaced by rain-dripping roses.
Happy Wednesday,
Haleh
October, 2020
Where do I go from here?
Sophomore year had a few big parts to it, so it gets a few different pages. Consider this a choose-your-own-adventure section, except that no option leads to death. (For context, I have died in every choose-your-own-adventure I have played, bar one. I am still puzzled as to how I possibly survived that game, but I can rest assured that I at least wracked up a lot of trauma and a lifetime of nightmares for the main character.) One page does lead to a blog, though, so be warned.
If you want to read random, fairly uninteresting thoughts, go here:
If you want to see memories of my brief political career and real-life Clue experience, go here:
If you want to learn about my glorious time spent in Friday Harbor, go here: