The sneeze-like sensation warms up your long-time memory and drowns your consciousness in expired feelings. The voyage of déjà-vu can take you from overwhelming happiness to sinking sadness in a couple of seconds. It acquaints you with your memories afresh, releasing what I am addicted to: nostalgia.
All in Life
The Difference A Year Makes
You might look at the year that we have had as having been a year of loss, a year of death of different sorts be it more tangible as in the case of Carrie Fisher or the hundreds in Aleppo, or more abstract as in the things that some people think that were lost in the US elections. As humans we tend to reflect things through our own experiences and this leaves me in a strange place. You see it could be argued that I wouldn’t be in the university right now had there not been death and loss in my life.
I have actively dodged using the Finnish word for 'fork' for fear of saying something else entirely. This has resulted in eating salad with a spoon and other minor indignities.
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.
The scent of the pages of fifty-year-old booksup in the cold up, Your breaths twirling up,
The problem that women face is the double standards when it comes to Halloween costumes. The outfits that are marketed towards us are short and fitting, even when we want to dress up as a pumpkin, which is anything but short and fitting.
Imagine the horror of beginning when at the start-up market of new life situations there is never a role in your size available. You are the introvert. How unfortunate for you, I must say, as it means that your every-day life is inevitably more complicated than that of those who have received the gift of extraversion in birth.
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.
A Month in the Life of Mr. Teacher
As a relatively fresh graduate from the University of Helsinki, I was fortunate enough to be able to secure a job in my chosen career relatively quickly. Here, for your entertainment, are a few things I’ve learned so far.
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.