Uplift survivors, not perpetrators
By Ames Radwan | April 22, 2021Let them fade away into oblivion, knowing that they did this to themselves.
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Let them fade away into oblivion, knowing that they did this to themselves.
There’s something about accepting admission into a college, only to find out that its student body is considered to be one of the prettiest in the nation, and looking into that bathroom mirror, wondering if you’ll be enough.
These people, whom I affectionately refer to as “my coding friends,” may not know my name or where I live. But that doesn’t mean I’m not incredibly close with some of them.
I pressed myself to the window and just watched, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, as these gigantic, fluffy snowflakes hurtled down toward us from the sky above. It was the most ethereal thing I had ever seen.
For me personally, though, this Valentine’s Day wasn’t just different because of the impossibility of subverting a Western subculture of capitalism and spending money.
But I will still forever be grateful for the mask. After all, what if my eczema flares up horribly again? What would I do without the patterned cloth to distract from my face?
Obviously, there are still plenty of ways you can celebrate Halloween while still being safe, masked up and socially distanced. In short, Halloween isn’t ruined — it’s just different.
In a crazy world like today’s, it is key to hold on to what normalcy we can get — like the ordinary measuring, mixing and scooping of baking cookies.
Let me spell it out for you: coronavirus isn’t your excuse to be a jerk.
Is it killing me that I’m in Florida, literally a five-minute drive from the beach, and I can’t go soak up the sun and splash in some waves? Absolutely. But I won’t risk my health or the health of others just to get some rays.