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James Joyce once described the rolling waves of the Irish sea in such a manner as to completely, unabashedly obliterate any notion of beauty surrounding the thing: “The sea, the snot-green sea, the scrotum-tightening sea.” Someone evidently had several qualms about the sea. Well, he had a dexterity with words, anyway. Though I certainly do…
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“Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself. I am large; I contain multitudes.” -Walt Whitman As I anticipated the next chapter of my life in Ireland from my remote suburban town north of Chicago, I imagined the world unfolding like a rosebud before me. I imagined my life abroad to resemble the…
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At my high school graduation, on a swelteringly hot day in June, I wore black. The field house where all the graduates-to-be were waiting in lines for the ceremony to commence was a conglomeration of the colour white, speckled with the deep emerald polyester of billowing graduation gowns. Tradition and implicit social norms explicate the…
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“If I don’t get some fucking sleep, I think I’m going to kill someone.” A deluge of heartwarming sentiments regarding murder, lack of rest, and general airplane-induced discomfort (you know that feeling when your ears don’t pop for several hours following a flight? Yeah, that one) feasibly gave our taxi driver second thoughts about picking…
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A brilliant mind once said, “It’s all about the love.” That brilliant mind was an eight year old version of myself with whom I believe I have very little in common. She liked pink more than purple and was afraid of the dark, thunderstorms, and Harry Potter. She wanted to be a dog groomer. Quite notably, a…
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