The Dragonfly
When I was nine, my dad bought me a robot dragonfly. It didn’t look like much, just some styrofoam and plastic, but boy could that...
Pop-Culture Lessons for Deprived Intellectuals
In keeping with the theme of Brown’s community being incredibly varied, quirky, and unique, one of my best friends that I’ve made this past year,...
ESP & Me
Like many Brown students, I was a ravenous reader as a child. Unlike many Brown students, I was so ravenous a reader as a child...
On Home Videos
While I was at home during winter break, I binge-watched my home videos. The holiday season was making me feel especially nostalgic for a time when...
Mismatched Socks
A couple of months ago, my uncle reminded me of a piece of advice he once gave to me: “If you act crazy enough, no one...
Death to Spongebob, Birth of Sadness
Unless you live under a rock, you must have heard about the crisis of the century: SpongeBob is set for cancellation. When I received the...
Regretting Facebook
Ah, Facebook. A wonderful archive of posts that I will eventually regret. Over the summer, I was discussing this phenomenon with my sister as I...
Rib Beef: Tickling
Tickling is a weird concept. On the one hand, you may have memories like your parents making you feel warm and fuzzy inside, laughing until...
Peanut Butter Jelly Grammin’
by Emily Adams When winter blues roll around, I reach for a jar of Smuckers, some good old Skippy and two hometown slices of whole...
30 Things That New York City Did to Me
I was born and raised in Chicago, Illinois. Yes – within the city limits. I’m no suburban poseur. I’m not scared of urbanity. I’m a...