Come June, you’ve forgotten the polite exchanges about all-important summer plans. But Instagram will remind you. Facebook will remind you. Summer envy isn’t about working; it’s about looking like you’re working, in the most glamorous way possible.
There is very little that’s photogenic about working from home. I spend most days on the couch with my laptop, reading in sweatpants. But at the risk of sounding cheesy, the couch is rewarding in its own way. Free time is its own heady thing, and my goals are now reading, writing, and staying hydrated—not necessarily in that order. And with all the time to think—which is so rare during the semester—I remember that I’m lucky for the time to think. I’m lucky in that I don’t have to work a summer job; lazing around my living room only risks my mother’s annoyance. So I try not to pull up LinkedIn, and instead I give myself over to that slow daze.
Plus, the couch is really comfortable.
Stuti R. Telidevara ’20, a Crimson Blog Chair, is an English concentrator in Cabot House.
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FRESHMAN SERVICE.President Lowell, Professor Palmer, and Dr. Fitch will speak to the Class of 1917 in Appleton Chapel this evening. Attendance
Smashing, BabySmash has always been around: In elementary and middle school, I played, but in high school I stopped. In hindsight I notice the unsettling correlation between the exit of Smash from my life, and the entrance of the thesis statement into it. Life became a bit realer, a bit less fantastical. I couldn’t cite Wikipedia anymore.
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