When we’re having sex, I’m often thinking about how not lost in the moment I am. It’s not all that I’m thinking; there are other things, like that it feels pretty good, or that I want you nearer or that …
What I’m really thinking: the junior freshman
It’s crazy how lonely one can feel in a city full of people. Even though I haven’t travelled as far as, say, the international students, I still feel a real sense of isolation every morning. Being the first in my …
What I’m really thinking: the privileged depressive
“I’m a bit mad, sure. But I’m not actually crazy, am I?”
“Anyway, what have I got to be depressed about?”
I asked myself both of those questions when I was struggling with depression; even more when I was then …
Reflections on Iranian student life
When one thinks of Iranian students, the first thing that springs to mind is 1979, the year of the “student-driven” Islamic Revolution. The US embassy in Tehran was invaded, and 55 American consulate staff were held as hostages for 444 …