Category Archives: Confessions
Worst Job Interview Ever
A few months ago, I was somewhat offered a sort of position for a group/organization I highly respect. Yes, that’s my employment status: “somewhat sorta offered a sort of position.”
With a degree in Islamic Studies not necessarily having much prospect outside teaching in an Islamic Studies program, I jumped at the opportunity to have a chance at actually working and getting, quite possibly, what is commonly referred to as a “disposable income.”
Worst Job Interview Ever
A few months ago, I was somewhat offered a sort of position for a group/organization I highly respect. Yes, that’s my employment status: “somewhat sorta offered a sort of position.”
With a degree in Islamic Studies not necessarily having much prospect outside teaching in an Islamic Studies program, I jumped at the opportunity to have a chance at actually working and getting, quite possibly, what is commonly referred to as a “disposable income.”
Your Vocabulary’s a Turn Off, Bro
There are many things about guys that I find to be complete turn offs. If it weren’t for my strongly heterosexual inclination, I’d consider being in a relationship with myself because I really get me. I know what I like and I remember all the important dates. I also know when I’m needed and when I need to distance myself. And I’m also pretty goodlooking. So it’s just win-win all around. Unfortunately, my ‘pheramonal’ persuasion leads me towards the male sex and I’m stuck with their perpetual general idiocy which, at my least hormonal, can be somewhat endearing.
Your Vocabulary’s a Turn Off, Bro
There are many things about guys that I find to be complete turn offs. If it weren’t for my strongly heterosexual inclination, I’d consider being in a relationship with myself because I really get me. I know what I like and I remember all the important dates. I also know when I’m needed and when I need to distance myself. And I’m also pretty goodlooking. So it’s just win-win all around. Unfortunately, my ‘pheramonal’ persuasion leads me towards the male sex and I’m stuck with their perpetual general idiocy which, at my least hormonal, can be somewhat endearing.
Born-Again Pakistani
After an 11 year absence, I had the chance this past summer to visit the country of my heritage and birth – Pakistan – for two weeks. Albeit brief and as cliche as this is going to sound, I emerged from the experience completely changed. Somewhere along the way, I had completely abandoned a huge part of my identity – my identity as a Pakistani. Somewhere along the way, I had become almost ashamed to be associated with the country and its people. It wasn’t necessarily a conscious effort, but a lingering feel of disassociation strengthened within me over the course of four/five years.
Born-Again Pakistani
After an 11 year absence, I had the chance this past summer to visit the country of my heritage and birth – Pakistan – for two weeks. Albeit brief and as cliche as this is going to sound, I emerged from the experience completely changed. Somewhere along the way, I had completely abandoned a huge part of my identity – my identity as a Pakistani. Somewhere along the way, I had become almost ashamed to be associated with the country and its people. It wasn’t necessarily a conscious effort, but a lingering feel of disassociation strengthened within me over the course of four/five years.
OH. MY. GOD. BECKY.
In the haze of traveling, moving, discovering a new city and baring the humidity of D.C, I completely had lost track of the days until it was brought to my attention that today was Monday, June 7th. In other words,
OH. MY. GOD. BECKY.
In the haze of traveling, moving, discovering a new city and baring the humidity of D.C, I completely had lost track of the days until it was brought to my attention that today was Monday, June 7th. In other words,
[Badly Written] Confessions of a Graduate Student Who Listens to Nujabes
[Alert: early morning ramble which lacks in coherence and quite possibly a point] My first year as a graduate student has come to its official close and truth be told, I still don’t understand what happened during the past eight
[Badly Written] Confessions of a Graduate Student Who Listens to Nujabes
[Alert: early morning ramble which lacks in coherence and quite possibly a point] My first year as a graduate student has come to its official close and truth be told, I still don’t understand what happened during the past eight
