personal essay

There was no romance in the movie, not really.

It’s rare to be able to look back on something without a single regret. But during my first day of classes of my senior year, I had an incredible realization: I have actually enjoyed every single course I’ve taken over my four years at Berkeley.

What's great about prerequisites is that, together, we can struggle through them with our classmates, as difficult as the course may be.

Despite the fact that success might take time, the key is to be patient and keep swimming.

A piece of wisdom that I’ve heard is that camp can be a redefining moment for kids’ lives. And I’ve learned many ways that this statement rings true.

If summer no longer means rest and it no longer means life, then what? What is its gift?

My ambition is to write a sex column beyond myself and beyond satisfying people’s voyeuristic tendencies that are in constant search for the most salacious gossip.

I went back to visit you. I only observed you from the outside, but you seemed different. The years must have separated us from each other. Even though you were no longer ours, there were still some of our emblems marked on you, some indications that you had been ours at some point in your existence.

Though the raft of reasoning I'd constructed while adrift was strong enough to weather the usual mood swells and wind, I was ignorant of just how bad things could get.

My commonplaces are as rhizomatic as I am. My thoughts and ideas flow and emerge in unpredictable patterns, taking on new roots at will.