Doodles

You’re sitting in your little wooden cubicle at the corner of an office. Your laptop is open in front of you; a picture of a black cat stares at you. Its lime-green eyes look into yours.

You maximize your Microsoft Word document. It’s blindingly white.

You lean back on your soft green office chair and sigh. You spin around, facing away from your cubicle. You look at the clock on the white wall to your left: 3:55PM.

You notice that you are bouncing your right leg.

There’s this weird bittersweet feeling we tend to get when something is coming to an end. It doesn’t matter whether the ending is a good or bad thing: it’s just somewhat sad every single time! This isn’t a question of reverse-schadenfreude either. I have no answer for you. I’m sure there’s research on the web that can explain this but to avoid having to create a Works Cited list, here’s how I've always dealt with change.

Going to school for the first time was wild

The end of the term is fast approaching. This means that final projects are due. This means that exams are right around the corner. This means that there is a break coming up!

Long, long ago when I was young and dependent, my parents would nag about the state of my bedroom: it rarely met their standards of tidy. I would challenge their unrealistic ideals by questioning them. When this failed to help my cause I would shove everything under the bed.

Why do my clothes need to be put away? I’m going to wear them eventually; why must the bed be made? I’ll be sleeping in it again, tonight; who am I hurting? Why does this “who” care?

Salut! 

This one gives me mad Super Saiyan vibes but it's actually my attempt at drawing flames. You might say that this doodle is fire. #WritingUnleashed

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When American TV show ratings start to plummet, characters with British accents get added; when websites need more views, one solution is the use of clickbait.

I ate too much turkey and fell asleep this weekend instead of coming up with a blog post, so here is a drawing of me at 3 years old. And maybe again at 20.

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Drop-in hours at the libraries are best spent helping students with their assignments. What I like most about being a tutor is that I am constantly reminded that I have an entire work term of no homework. I’m living in the world of education’s liminal space: sitting on the sidelines not being affected!