The art of the SABS is simple in origin, yet complex in execution. Release yourself from the constraints of humility — let your Ego soar. You deserve it, you beautiful person.
It was 2 a.m. when I got off the plane in Kolkata, India, and immediately I noticed two things: the heat, which was almost suffocating, and the condition of the airport, which consisted of only two gates.
Yo fresh meat! We know you've got it all figured out already, but on the off chance that you've got any burning existential (or not) questions you want answered before the year starts (Who am I?
I loathe my summer birthday. Especially since coming to Penn. Take last summer, for example: my mom asked me what I wanted to do for my 19th birthday, which at the time was coming in a few weeks.
I blame my parents. They’re emotional wrecks. My mother has no "average" setting. She’s always manically happy, severely depressed or feverishly angry.