By Marije Huging During the last week of a UCR semester, my head usually feels strangely detached from my body, like a little homunculus living in an empty shell. This is what exams, presentations, and what seems like an endless array of papers (that I actually wrote in two days) feel like. During this time,…
Your Mind – a Playground
I have put myself behind these metal bars, the keys nowhere to be found. Some labels and social constructs checking in on me on the daily: “I see, you’re still trapped.” I remember putting my mom’s sanitary pads to my knees and sliding down the hallway. Where did that person go? (Actually, probably a good…
