expectations vs. reality

There’s always this ongoing battle in my mind about how to start a piece of writing — but I’ve recently found that this mental block isn’t just limited to me displacing my thoughts into your head.

Although I could present to all of you an invigorating read about the secret to making all your Pinterest boards a tangible reality, the truth is I would be very hypocritical to do so.

As a first year myself who’s still very much learning how to make UC Berkeley their home, I had plenty of expectations before setting foot on campus.

I am the middle child of three girls, and when I tell people, they either react with a surprised “woah," a curious sympathetic expression with the question, “Do you have the middle child syndrome?” or some sort of empathy expressing that they are also a middle child.

What I had in mind may not have been the way my family celebrated, but what we did was enough for me. Lunar New Year celebrates togetherness.

Halloween stresses me out. And because it stresses me out, I struggle to share in the excitement that builds around me the second we hit Oct. 1.

For those of you who have not checked Instagram recently, Hardly Strictly is a free music festival that consists of artists students pretend to know.