All in Life

I distantly registered the pastor speaking. I’m sure he was telling everyone present how good of a person my mother was. Had been. He went through the typical stuff people get graced with when they die. I thought it was nonsensical. Everyone here loved my mother, that’s the reason they were here mourning her in the first place.

Fall at the university is wonderful. The beginning of new courses, trees on the Metsätalo courtyard shimmering with coppery colors, and most of all, excited freshmen running around and wreaking havoc. But who are these newcomers and what are they up to? BTSB interviewed four of them.

Having narcolepsy is like participating in a never-ending guessing game. Where will I fall asleep today? Will I miss my stop on the train and end up in the middle of nowhere? Will I sleep through something important? Will people be upset with me? And the catch is you never know for sure.