• Carol Demick

    love in the time of corona

    a reflection on the past month

    April 9, 2020
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    It is 10:53 p.m. I should have sent in a draft of this article to my editor hours ago, but here I am: still staring at the blinking cursor, unsure of the words I should write. How am I to articulate all the emotions I’ve felt this past month, all the confusion I’ve experienced? Can […]

    midterms playlist

    songs to fuel your study session

    March 6, 2020
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    The universe and I are not on good terms right now. For some reason, I checked my calendar and found that I had not one, not two, but three midterms this week. Oh, and a paper, because why not? Of course, times like these are perfect for some much-needed reflection. It’s the perfect time to […]

    the bumbling fool’s guide to london

    the ryanair of logistics, the ritz of memories

    January 31, 2020
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    For Elaine and Paddington Bear, as promised It will help if you are already studying abroad in Dublin, Ireland, because then you and your friend can book last-minute $29 Ryanair flights to London after freaking out at how expensive getting to Budapest is now. Then you can complain about Ryanair, ride Ryanair, and subsequently swear […]

    yelling at the screen

    my love affair with bad tv

    November 7, 2019
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    It’s 10 a.m. in New York City in the middle of August, and I’m hungover. My friend and I have planned for this: We bought pizza last night so that we could eat it cold today, plus she’s got a bottle of atrocious wine in her fridge. There’s only one thing left to do—sit down, […]

    a brief history of sorry

    adj. (and int.)

    October 31, 2019
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    I do not recall the first time I was scolded, nor do I remember the first time I was Sorry for it. I don’t know when I first used Sorry to qualify my shortcomings, to ask for something, to excuse myself; I’m not sure when I adopted it as a space-filler, a shadow over the […]