Every coming-of-age movie I’ve watched in the past year copied and pasted the exact same opening scene: move-in day. Teary-eyed parents fade into the distance, waving goodbye to their little girl, as a Taylor Swift ballad cues the credits. The protagonist (with her unrealistically small number of suitcases) is greeted by the unbearable roommate, before later befriending the heartthrob boy-next-door. These movies, while entertaining, leave out the true meaning of move-in day. It is not just the start of a new year or the start of new friendships. In Newark, it is the start of house hunting season.
My first in-person, spring semester is already over, and I am still learning, or more like re-learning, how to navigate a college life that is not behind a computer screen. For so long, college consisted of sitting in my childhood bedroom, attending classes online, and having my dogs as my only study partners. It felt like I was very much on my own. Even with all the opportunities that UD had to offer online over the pandemic, it just did not feel the same as in-person school. I felt like I had to navigate this confusing time on my own, and as a pre-med student, that seemed so daunting. Continue reading
gripping your throat, your joints, tissue, your fingers and toes, submerged in your blood stream, strangling your woes,
ambition has taken command of your being.
ambition drives some to make strides, defy the odds and establish themselves.
but for me, my ambition suffocates me and collapses on top of me before I even vacate my starting position.
I have crippling ambition.
I want everything I can’t have.
I feel it so strongly that it makes me weak.
I’m feeble and fearful.
failure taunts me everywhere I look.
I want my dreams too badly that I am paralyzed by my ambition. Continue reading
Warm are the words
you spoke to me then.
Now I fear them in longing
of everlasting concavity
that I should hear them again.
Sweet honey oozes in somber timbre,
they flow through me and rush!
like a river fills every crack in the stone.
Majestic and nay, angelic, that God
graces the land with an image of He
but rather a voice of disastrous beauty
entranced even now by
mere temptatious thought.
In dreams I await to hear echoes and
reverberations an ounce remaining
still potent in my existential awestruck.
This is a romantic poem composed by Andrew Smith, a Class of 2024 student in the Honors College. In celebration of National Poetry Month, “186 South College” will be posting the work of Honors students weekly throughout the month of April and May as bonus content. If you or someone you know would like to share their work as a guest writer like Andrew, we are still accepting submissions at this link: https://bit.ly/186Poets22
Indie singer-songwriter Mitski’s popularity has skyrocketed since 2020, which is somewhat of an anomaly for an artist whose most recent album was released in mid-2018 and whose last performance prior to that had been announced to be her last performance ever. Her 2018 single “Nobody” achieved popularity online, but until 2020, her popularity remained more insular. This can be attributed to many things, whether it be her excellent songwriting, her often melancholy lyrics speaking to people living through quarantine, or, funnily enough, TikTok trends. Continue reading