“We are now over 10,000 feet; you are free to move about the cabin.”
The wings of the airplane pierce through the clouds at unspeakable speeds, Breaking them apart until they no longer appear; The once beautiful cotton balls, like Kleenex, holding the tears of the world; Become nothing but droplets of water on my window.
This is the feeling I get when you drift into my mind, my every thought and emotion is torn apart, I can’t comprehend what is going on inside of me, but none of that matters to you. You continue flying to your destination with…
By Shamara Carney
Insults can be used to empower people rather than demean them, says Chloe Brotherton, who won this year’s Undergraduate Research Slam with her presentation “A ‘Bitch’ by Any Other Name: Reclaiming Gendered Insult Terms.” Brotherton, who graduated from UC Santa Barbara in Linguistics, is now a graduate student at UC Davis.
Every year UC Santa Barbara hosts the research slam , a competition in which undergraduates have three minutes to showcase the findings of an independent research project they have completed. …
Every time I travel I find myself inspired to write. Well, let me correct that. Every time I travel by means of transportation other than my own car. It seems that any time I step out of the driver seat I am put into a different mindset. I am able to reflect on the many things that I am constantly thinking about. Also, I see more.
Usually, its the plane. Something about being above the clouds so far away from reality opens my mind up, clears it of all things stress. I feel as if I have no choice but…
The beginning of the end.
The first day is always the hardest because you are partly sleep deprived and partly filled with the adrenaline brought to you by fear of failure.
Knowing you have to get an A to keep an A is not the most comforting feeling in the world, in fact it is the exact reason I hate exams.
Well, here goes nothing. Actually, here goes something.
Meditation is not a way of making your mind quiet. It’s a way of entering into the quiet that’s already there buried under the 50,000 thoughts the average person has everyday — Deepak Chopra
I told myself I would start writing again. Not for any audience in particular, just for me. I have been having a hard time, what my sleep specialist calls, “processing” the world. He coins this as the reason why it takes me hours to fall asleep even after some of my longest days. Maybe this is the reason why I get emotional for no apparent reason…
LA living, not fitting in (but in the best way), getting another degree and launching an app, all while trying to maintain my sanity.