"Don't you love blowing out candles? It reminds me of birthdays."


4:18 A.M. is right around that time when the procrastinating college student lies in her bed, staring at an empty computer screen full of potential--things to write, articles to read--it's right before she starts that the sense of apprehension reaches its peak. Once she starts, it's not so bad.

In college you're always amidst a sea of people. Meaning, you experience change each day, directly, vicariously, through friends, from hearsay, by yourself, and the crises you experience can all at once feel overwhelming and you learn to imagine, almost envision, panic. A lot more than you may innately know to do. I think that's the problem with boarding schools. Kids learn to panic before they learn to know themselves. Actually, perhaps it's just part of growing up.

During these formative years I think it's important to keep a cool head and not rush into big decisions. Trying to prove your worth is great, but there's a time and place for everything, and your time will come whether you like it or not, eventually. Patience. Confidence. Introspection. Learning!

Today I was talking about oxford commas and wondered whatever was so wrong with them. It makes total sense in my head to separate the last two items in a list, with a comma, as to give it a nice mental pause before closing. That's what commas are, right? Not only are they helpful in organizing thoughts onto paper, they're also aesthetically pleasing, almost a necessity, a sentence without a comma always seems rushed. Like a manmade waterfall. That's what poorly constructed sentences remind me of.

Here's to writing 12 pages about Latin American Politics.

Guichanaso