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Eff you, February

Theme: Staying Positive

February is the rebel month. When the other months split the days of the year, February decided to be different and have 28 days instead of the typical 30 or 31. And I’m so happy it did. The reason February is the shortest month is because no one likes February.

I apologize to February babies and lovers of Punxsutawney Phil, but February has yet to prove itself as a month worthy of staying on the calendar. By the time February comes around, keeping Christmas lights up becomes embarrassing, slipping becomes expected, and the world becomes sad.

ga880208I get that I am straying from my “chronically optimistic”, “overly-friendly”, and “Yellow” view on life that is ‘The Yellow Pages’, but Providence weather is taking its toll on me. Walking to class through 3 feet of snow, nursing multiple bruises from slipping gracefully descending upon on the ice, and watching my smile muscles atrophy from lack of use—has given me a bit of the February blues.

February starts out irritating, becomes boring, and ends up depressing. But beyond its less than cheering ambiance, Febuary really isn’t that bad. During what other month is it okay to blame your bad mood on the weather? Or eat multiple boxes of Girl Scout cookies in one sitting? And during what other time of the year is it okay to write a blog titled “Eff you, February” and not be labeled as a constantly complaining currmudegon? Or even use the word curmudgeon? (February 16th is National Curmudgeon Day who knew?)

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The worst thing about February is that it challenges people to stay positive. It makes laughing after your slip a necessity, dancing in the rain (or sleet) a must, and learning to smile when maybe there isn’t much to smile about—the greatest task of all. The cold makes me jump for joy when the thermometer hits forty, the snow makes me love the sun, and the slowly passing days make me grateful for the shortest month.

I stand by my self-diagnosis of chronic optimism. It’s hard for me to stay down for very long and not even a February in Providence can change that. Instead of sporting a constantly negative mood for an entire month (28 days), I allow February to be a month of opposites. The freezing cold slush only makes the sun shine brighter. The dark, grey days make the sky even bluer. February forces me to find joy in the small nuances of the day, to stay positive even when the temperature isn’t.

I stand by my conviction that no one like February, but that doesn’t mean its not here for a reason. February gives us 28 days to test just how much we value our own happiness. It stretches our smiles and challenges our optimism. And though I won’t be sad to see the 28th come an go, I still fall short of saying eff you to February.

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Unanswerable Question: What lessons come out of enduring winter?


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My Full Catastrophe Of College

Theme: Life to its Fullest

The first time I did laundry in college, I dried my dirty clothes before I washed them. The whole floor stunk of a locker room during pre-season, bringing my friend-making process to a halt. Earlier, I’d bragged about my laundry-doing prowess and even set up a “laundry date” to help a guy out. However, this illusion crashed down with the baking of my socks and underwear and thus began my full catastrophe of college.

Spiritual teacher Jon Kabit-Zinn speaks of the Full Catastrophe of Living: the human ability to transform the most difficult moments of life into the most spectacular. Living one’s full catastrophe is acknowledging the limitless potential in every single moment.

College always seemed like a dream—something to be thought up but never lived. It was that pretty picture on the horizon but not the ground under my feet. However, on August 31st I peaked my head out from behind this illusion and college hit me smack in the face. Bruised and star-struck, I stepped on stage—ready for my full catastrophe.

And it came like this:

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There were times when the things I had to do outnumbered the hours I had to do them; when my home was the library and my only friend Plato (see top left). There were rainy days and snowy days and days I wanted to go home. Times when I wondered what would happen if I just didn’t go that exam or just didn’t write that paper. Nights when I went to the dining hall alone, performing that uncomfortable quick-eye scan for a place to sit. And that time I laid down on the Main Green at midnight and questioned human existence, to which my friend answered—it was time for me to go to bed.

And yet, between the rain, awkward meals, and philosophic questions—college also came like this:

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This is my ‘yay college’ face I donned for the times I couldn’t get enough of life. From wearing a classy bear suit to slip and sliding on the Main Green to ‘party-shopping’ all the sports houses in one night—life was incredible. These moments infiltrated the rainy days and library nights and turned them into a one-person dance party with “I Love College” blasting in the background.

And yet again, between the embarrassing costumes and ecstatic selfies—college always came like this:

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These moments morphed the highs and the lows into a breathtaking sunset and a clear autumn day. They transform all those things I ‘have to do’ into one simple task: stopping and taking a breath. These are the moments I can’t help but wonder whether I’m still in that dream and I’ll wake soon in my bed at home prepped to take the SATs. These moments remind me of the full catastrophe that is Life.

College is a microcosm of life. It magnifies the highs and intensifies the lows, a constant reminder of the potency of the human experience. It’s the most dramatic change of my life, a dream turned reality. The most important thing I learned in college was that college was  actually real.

Perhaps college didn’t come to me but instead I came to it. It may have been that pretty picture on the horizon but it’s now the ground beneath my feet. I walked through its gates, arm raised, scared and excited, yet completely prepared, for the full catastrophe beyond.

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Unanswerable question: How is life, and not just college, a full catastrophe? 

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