One has to wonder if life is nothing but phases of interests that come and go, or if there is a constant driving force that propels us forward. Lately, as I’ve noticed my interests changing pretty drastically over time, I’m worried that the former might be the case, at least for me. And if that is so, how are we to ever know when we can commit to something without being concerned that we’ll soon move past that phase? I don’t think this is necessarily a bad thing, as I do believe an ever-evolving, ever-growing nature is healthy and should be cultivated, but it does make it awfully hard to know when we are ready to commit to something…
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Reflections on running a booth at a flea market
0My mom and I have recently started experimenting with a new business venture in antiques. We started with a booth at a flea market three months ago, and were not very successful. We didn’t lose any money, we broke even, and even made a little bit of money! It was a marginal amount, however, and didn’t seem worth all the work we put into it of hauling everything around and pricing each item. Needless to say, this flea market was pretty junky and we were lazy with our selling techniques because we didn’t have much hope that we would actually sell a lot. We have since transferred over to a nicer place that is much less junky and much more classy. We had a booth at the old place, whereas we have just a bookcase at the new place, which also makes our rent cheaper and increases our chances of making more of a profit!
Old booth:
New booth:
My Internship at MAKE
0Check out my blogpost about my internship experience with MAKE Literary Magazine in Chicago. It’s now up on my grad program’s blog!
Moving
0Moving is never an easy thing to do – unless you hate where you’re living or hate the situation that you’re in – and I just made a difficult move. I’ve moved a couple times in the past couple years, and I’ve just moved again…three moves in three years, and the third year is only just beginning. I’ve called the beautiful city of Chicago my home for the past year and unfortunately my time here has expired for the moment. I moved to Chicago to go to graduate school, which I completed, and then my task was to find a job and stay in Chicago, which I did not achieve. While the outcome is sad, it also opens the door to other opportunities. So, with a little help from my family, I’m going home temporarily until I figure out what my next move is. I’m incredibly grateful to have family to lean on during a time like this.
There are so many things I will miss about Chicago – walking around downtown on a rainy night, the plethora of restaurants and bars to try, the uniqueness of each neighborhood, sitting in coffee shops, and perhaps most importantly, the friends I made in Chicago – by far some of the best I have ever had and will have for life. Some things I will not miss about Chicago are the stress of the big city, taking the L at rush hour, feeling unsafe while walking around at night, and how expensive everything is.
Moving allows you to put things in perspective, think about what you really want, and is a chance to hit refresh on your life – all of which are good things. So in the end, I suppose moving isn’t so bad.
Reflections on graduate school
0The decision on whether or not to go to graduate school is obviously filled with apprehension and uncertainty, especially when weighing the cost and grim job market. For me, at least, it was a decision that really capitalized on an inner struggle. For those lucky enough to get into a funded PhD program, the decision might not be so hard. But for those of us who did not, and instead had to pay for a Master’s degree prior to thinking about continuing on to pursue a PhD, the struggle was very real. I finally did choose to attend a Master’s program, even though I was worried about what I would do upon its completion, as well as the cost to attend.
The struggle did not end with the decision of whether or not to go to graduate school. Once I got there, the self-doubt that arose amid my seemingly brilliant peers was overwhelming. I say seemingly brilliant because although they were, at times they certainly fluffed themselves up to appear more brilliant than they actually are, which is not atypical in academia. Even still, the caliber of students around me was more than intimidating. While this feeling of not-being-good-enough-to-be-there got better as my program progressed, and I started to find classes that I really enjoyed and felt more comfortable in, the expectation to be brilliant remained present. This kind of pressure is obviously not for everyone, and I’m not sure it’s for me. But I tried to cast it aside and focus on the interesting material of my classes.
In the end, despite the struggle of deciding on whether or not to go to graduate school, as well as the continued struggle throughout graduate school, it was definitely worth it. The exceptional, sometimes world-famous, professors you get to study with is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. What you learn from your peers, even if they are intimidating and smarter than you, will stick with you and make you strive to better yourself. The friends you make, yes I said friends, who will not only serve as a support system as you’re struggling with your thesis and term papers, but also as fun distractions from the unrealistic amount of work that is expected of you, will last you far beyond the span of your program. This was something I was not expecting to come away from grad school with at all. I thought people in grad school, especially the one I went to, were really serious, studied all the time, and didn’t have any friends. But the friends I made in my program are some of the best friends I’ve ever made, and perhaps it is because of the intense, difficult nature of grad school that we became so close.
So here’s what I’ve learned from graduate school – you might not know exactly what you’re doing there, and you might not always enjoy it because it really is difficult, but it is important to try to soak in all you can because the vigorous intellectual stimulation and plethora of opportunities to feed your brain is something you will never be surrounded by again, unless you continue on for a PhD.
Babies
0What is our fascination with babies? I have to admit, I myself sometimes indulge in that fascination, but why? What is it about babies that drives people mad with admiration and joy? I don’t particularly have any desire to have children, but I still get giddy when I see a really cute child, but I don’t know why since I don’t want one myself. Or when we’re holding a baby, which I was doing recently, and we stare at him or her in anxious anticipation of eliciting a reaction – a smile, a laugh, or any kind of sign of interaction with us. We also admire whatever adorably cute outfit they have on and praise the parents for dressing them so well. Although there are people who claim to truly hate babies, I think to a certain extent, we are naturally drawn to babies and are fascinated by them because we can’t quite understand them. We recognize that we were all babies at one time, but we can’t remember that time in our lives and what it was like to be a baby, so the peculiarity about what babies can see or understand or what they make of us intrigues us.
Doctors
0Having just experienced my first stay in a hospital, I have such a different perspective on the world of medicine and a deeper sense of empathy for those suffering from an illness, especially if it requires them to stay in a hospital, and for anyone who has to stay in a hospital for any reason.
Previously, I made the mistake of thinking that doctors are all-knowing. However, I have learned that they are regular human beings who have doubts and disagreements about what the problem or appropriate course of treatment might be. I am also astounded by the kind of work doctors and nurses do – what they do is unfathomable to me and I am so glad that there are in people in the world who feel called to do that type work and take care of the rest of us who can’t fathom doing what they do. They are truly incredible and deserve a tremendous amount of respect (in addition to every penny they make!)
I also gained a new perspective on a world that had previously been unknown to me. At the age of 23, I have been very healthy so far and have not needed much medical attention, aside from the annual check-up. I have never broken a bone, I have never had the flu, and I’ve never even gotten stitches. I’ve certainly never stayed in a hospital. Now, I know what it’s like to stay in a hospital and be nervous in anticipation of a diagnosis, as several doctors look after you desperately trying to figure out what’s wrong with you. Despite the kindness and knowledge of doctors and nurses, being in a hospital is a bit like being in prison (not that I’ve been in prison), but you are stuck there until they decide to release you and there’s not much to do. Once there was a diagnosis and I was finally released, I felt deep sadness and empathy for those who were still in the hospital – perhaps they were there for a chronic illness, recovering from surgery, or perhaps they were like me and anxiously awaiting a diagnosis. Whatever the case may be, as we started to drive away from the hospital I looked up at the all the brightly-lit windows and thought about the patients inside and the suffering they might be going through. A hospital is certainly not where you want to be so close to the holidays. I know I’ll be thinking of those people this Christmas, hoping they can find some courage and strength to carry on.
Untitled I
0Thinking perpetuates thinking
What’s past, what’s ahead, what’s now?
Questions unanswerable, but knowable.
Floating in time
0Floating in time
I was rescued by the past
The present doesn’t exist
And the future is too far ahead







