Round in Circles I Go

June 12, 2019February 21, 2020 | A Musing Writer

Hello everyone!

It has been quite some time since I have last written. Since my last post, I have finished my Junior Year of college on an admittedly low note, but already this summer, I have been reinvigorated. I know that by the time Senior year (ewwww) rolls around, I will be ready to face the semester head on with the same can-do attitude I usually have. I have also gone back to France for a short service trip, which I will write about and link here when I write about it at some point in the near future.

Yesterday, I started an internship in the city on the Upper West side, and it was really amazing. The weather was beautiful and clear at around 68 degrees. The day started off normally, but when I got on the LIRR, I realized I had forgotten to pack a book. I did, however, remember to put on my Rosary ring, so I contented myself with praying the Rosary. It would be good for me anyway, I figured, with my going into the city and all. You never know what is going to happen.

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Being the Bearer of Bad News

February 8, 2019February 21, 2020 | A Musing Writer

A Musing on Failure

I sit here on this sunny afternoon to write about failure. What is life without failure? It is a perfect life. However, this is not the case for anyone.

Yesterday, I failed. A test? Please, do you think me pedantic? — An interview? Please, do you think me easily upset by rejection? — A relationship? Please, I am focusing on myself for the time being.

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Unreliable Narrators

January 10, 2019February 21, 2020 | A Musing Writer

It was a typical day in the fall semester, and I had just concluded a meeting with a board of an organization of which I am the president. I had checked off the boxes, and I was conversing with two of the board members about literature, naturally, as I am studying English Literature. We were talking about books we liked, and I mentioned how C. S. Lewis’ last novel Till We Have Faces (mentioned in my last blog post) has an unreliable narrator, Orual.

The VP of the board smartly pointed out: Every narrator is an unreliable narrator.

My contrary self moved immediately to deny this claim, but something held me back. Was he right? He is a smart, well-read young man with strong morals and a great sense of humor, I might add. And thus was born this musing.

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