the last time you went to new york after the final fight, he goes to the corner store for bagels and some peace of mind, and you lock yourself in the bathroom, call your mother, tell her that everything is over. she murmurs sympathetically, says something about fish in the sea which you mishear… Continue reading Poem: “the last time you went to New York”
tldr; I was kind of dumb before and now am a little less dumb and a little more equipped to be in the world after graduation Hello hello again dear reader! It’s been a long time since I’ve blogged. Not because I haven’t been up to very much, but because I think I reached a… Continue reading 4 Lessons from a Quarter in New York
For Spencer another mother tongue 1. In Taiwan, Spencer and I walk to 7-11 in the rain. he is five and I am twelve, and at this age, 200 NT to us is a fortune, a lifetime supply of chips and snacks. We flip flop slap our way into the store, Fill our damp arms… Continue reading Poem: “another mother tongue”
In the name of procrastinating on my Summer Reflections blog post, and since I just went to the Taiwan frosh send-off yesterday, I decided to write up some of the thoughts I had on starting college at Stanford. If you were anything like me, you're probably over-researching Stanford student life and scouring the web for… Continue reading Advice for Stanford’s Class of 2021
I, Juliana Chang, do not want to be a writer. I recognize the irony of expressing this sentiment through a blog post. But anyway. Writing has been the central core of my identity for a very, very long time. This held true in the activities I participated in at school, the classes I chose, the ways I spent my free time, the way I built and tore down my own self esteem, the way I described myself on Tinder, and everything else in between.
