Mondays usually are a drag, but the one thing that always kept me going was knowing that The Voice came on at 8 p.m. For me, I always found comfort in watching talented people go on stage and compete against each other using only their voices. It was and still is something that I will never be able to do. I would like to say I’ve been a fan since the very beginning when the first season premiered, but that’s not the case. I believe I really started to get into it during season 4 when country artist Danielle Bradbery took home the winning title. Ever since then, I followed the show, patiently waiting and curiously watching to see which artists will rise to the occasion and be crowned The Voice.
The Boston Train system, known fondly as “the T” to us locals, has become my second home.
I take the train back home every Friday to good ol’ Lynn, Massachusetts. You can find me squished between the gentleman in the wrinkled business suit and the old woman knitting a scarf. I hop on the Green Line at the Boylston station, take a train to Government Center, then connect over to the Blue Line. From there, I sit tight all the way to the last stop: Wonderland.
I’d like to consider myself a professional T rider at this point. While I’m most accustomed to the Green and Blue Lines, I’ve also traveled on every single other line at some time or another. It’s taken me a long time to be comfortable taking the T—I’ve only had one panic attack in a T station this whole year, and that was because I’m weak and couldn’t lift my suitcase on to the train (I decided I needed to bring home several pairs of shoes that week).
Being the aficionado I am, I decided to come up with a list of the five best tips I have for taking the train in Boston. Listen up, rookies:
At the age of 19, I find myself in an odd place between being a kid and an adult. I don’t want to have to rely on my parents but at the same time, there is no way I could be financially stable on my own. Do I act like a kid or an adult? That is a question I ask myself a lot as I continue to tread through college.
My mom always tells me I need to stop working as much and I need to enjoy being a college student. Ok, I guess I can agree with her that I may work a little too much but at the same time I don’t do it because I have to. I work because I genuinely love what I do. I will admit that work can become a coping mechanism for me and way to distract myself, but as I’m growing up I’ve had to learn how to distinguish if I’m running away from my problems or if I am just immersed in my work. When I find myself overworking, I try to take a few steps back and do things that bring me back to my childish nature. I will color in coloring books, go window shopping (yes, I loved shopping as a kid too), or basically anything that doesn’t make me feel like I have to be an adult.
Animal agriculture is responsible for eighteen percent of greenhouse gas emissions, more than the combined exhaust from all transportation. Cattle is responsible for roughly fifty percent of those emissions. (Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations). For years, people have turned a blind eye towards the environmental and health problems surrounding the beef and dairy industry. It was not until recently had I gave this issue the attention it deserved and vowed off beef and day by day started to limit my dairy intake. This was no easy feat, and it certainly challenges the way of the American culture and how we live our lives. Whenever I bring up topics that have to do with cutting out beef and dairy from my diet, I am met with scoffs and avoidance, which is understandable because these foods are ingrained in American culture. Every Fourth of July my parents grill up fat juicy burgers, like the majority of America. My friends and I had a tradition of going to the local diner and ordering up tall chocolate milkshakes completed by a mountain of whipped cream and an artificially dyed cherry that rested on the top.
Margaritas, martinis, mojitos; they sound similar, but they are completely different. Some need to be shaken, some need to be stirred, some need to be muddled, but they all need to be garnished. I am not an expert on alcohol. Even now, after being a bartender at The Shaking Crab restaurant for almost two months, I still have to ask my manager questions about how to make things, especially customer requests that are “off menu”. For instance, one day someone asked me for a cosmopolitan. While it is a common drink and I have heard of several times already, I had no idea what exactly went into it. I proceeded to google the recipe and give it my best shot. I never got any complaints, so I guess I did it right.
My roommates and I are very different. We’re from different parts of the country; we have different majors; we’re different ages; we probably have different favorite colors and stuff. I’ll do a mini survey on that last one and get back to you.
The main things the three of us have in common are that we like movies, and we like each other. These may be so basic that they sound like what a sixth grader in beginner’s French would say in an oral exam: My name is Jacques. I like to watch movies and be with my friends. But still – they get the job done.
Coming into college, I experienced some of the worst anxiety of my entire life. The tiniest of problems set me off, sending me spiraling into a fray of worry. I start to sweat, and my heart begins to beat so fast that I feel like I’m running a marathon. Even as the semester comes to an end, I still worry about minor things like whether or not I’ll get to class on time, if I’ll have enough time to do all of my work, and if the library printer is going to have paper (which is a valid worry here at Emerson to be honest).
Some days are worse than others. At times, I’ll spend an entire day almost anxiety free. These are usually the days when I feel most in control of my life, when everything goes exactly to plan. However, there are those days when almost everything falls apart, and I spend every waking hour panicking, a slave to my brain’s irrational worries.
For chaotic days like these, I’ve come up with three foolproof “hacks” that help me manage my life, and thus my anxiety. Please note that these tips won’t work for everyone, and that if you’re dealing with a serious form of anxiety, consult with a medical professional or therapist. However, if you’re looking for some simple ways to try and reduce moderate anxiety throughout your day, keep reading!
Amidst all the negativity in our day-to-day lives, there is always a reason to smile. When taking time to focus on the positive things in life, it is hard to narrow down a list to only thirteen things. I decided to tackle this writing prompt because after a hard couple of days and meditate on the things that make me happy. Here are thirteen reasons why I smile.
Lawn-Guyland is the correct pronunciation for Long Island. Usually, it sounds like one word instead of two. I have to explain this to everyone at Emerson because people are always making fun of my accent (even though I never notice it). The Long Island accent mostly changes any “o” like sound to an “aw” sound. Therefore, if I was going to say “I’m going to take my dog on a walk along the boardwalk”, I would say it like this: “I’m going to take my dawg on a wawlk alawng the boardwawlk.” But Long Island accents are not the only things we are known for. Below I have listed just some of the things that make Long Island, Lawn-Guyland.
Spring is approaching, although some days it seems like Spring will never arrive…shiver. That being said, it’s time to start thinking about getting outdoors. One thing I was was very worried about going to college in the city is the city’s lack of connection to nature. However, as I started to adjust to the very different landscape compared to my suburban town, I realized nature was still everywhere. Among the sparrows chirping in the early morning, squirrels making the Boston Common a land to call their own, and the roots of trees tearing up the sidewalks in the North End, nature is everywhere. . .You just have to look.
According to the Department of Parks and Recreation (no it’s not just a TV show it’s a real thing), Boston has 2,100 acres of parks. . .That’s a lot of green space for a city! And even more waterfront areas to explore! I’ll let you in on a few of my favorite secret spots aside from the Boston Common to breathe in the fresh (city) air and take in some good ol’ nature.