When I had that little talk with my HOPS advisor, I laughed at the idea that I would need to rethink anything about my plans. I mean I was already 28, so I felt like did not have time to waste. Well, as usual in life, nothing went according to those plans.
Have you ever felt like a raccoon trying to wash cotton candy in a puddle? Or like a lighter that fails to give spark? At times such as these, look around you to find something inspiring, be that fireworks in the sky or the hard work of your team mates.
Feeling wanderlust? Do you want to revive the spark of living in such a great city as Helsinki while you ground yourself in the summer beauty of the city? Trust me then, Vesper’s article is for you.
It goes without saying that you don’t need to be perfect. However, sometimes it takes more than a bland reassurance to make you feel at least a bit better. If you’re looking for some concrete ideas and thoughts to latch on when you start feeling less than stellar, take a page out of my uneducated and unsolicited advice book, and try out one or two of these tricks.
This piece looks back but also looks forward by celebrating the achievements of being a member of BTSB.
This piece experiments with temporal self-dislocation/displacement that occurs as part of reverse cultural shock. It intends to blend the natural elements to travel in time and as an overall, semi-extended conceit.
Have you ever let your imagination fly over the many things that could occur at a café? This piece invites you to follow that stream of thought in rather unexpected ways.
Video games divide opinions. Some live for them while others are completely indifferent or even hate gaming. Check out this new submission to our “I Was Wrong About…” series to hear how the pandemic has changed one person’s view on video games!
My safe place is an old, red house with a big garden. The window frames are white, a striking contrast with the deep, rusty red of the walls. The large front door is open, welcoming all tired wanderers. You might notice the faint smell of a home-cooked meal wafting through the halls and out the door.
Peter was staring at the movie, although he was not focusing on it at all. There were two Cassies, one on each side of him, holding him tightly. He looked down at each of their smiling faces as they watched the movie. They both looked up at him at the same time.
