Dedicated to Violet and Olivia

Dear Violet & Olivia, You've caught me in a moment where I have actually remembered to write you immediately after an event in my seemingly boring life. So rare, isn't it? Well, here I am, sitting in the common room writing to you on a Sunday evening. But not just any Sunday evening; the Sunday evening subsequent to our residence hall ball.  This weekend there's a pod decoration contest where the prize is $100 for the floor, so my podmates decided to participate and we began our morning yesterday by going to town and buying decorations. Our theme was a golf course where the mission was to save an alien appropriately named 'X Æ A-12' and get them back to their motherland. We're planning to keep all the decorations up until the end of semester, but according to our residential advisor (RA) some parts are a fire hazard, including placing a decent chunk of confetti in front of a certain podmate's door. Other main attractions include the inflatable alien hang...

Dear Number 3, I'm not meant to be writing this letter because I don't have feelings for you anymore. I'm not even sure if I had real feelings for you in the first place. But I feel the need to write you this letter because you've been frequenting my dreams ever since the pandemic started, and it needs to go away. But before it goes away, I want to know exactly why your presence is haunting me. Let's psychoanalyze the shit out of this. Around this time last year I was still an emotional wreck, completely possessed by a wave of post-show pessimism. Playing Maria was, at the time, the only thing to have motivated me through life. Being one of my dream roles, I thought I would have never been able to reach such an important goal as a seventeen year old. Because of this concept, my mind would have perceived everything that came along with it to be significant as well. That included (and sadly, still includes) you. You complete asshole. This was your first le...

Dear Violet and Olivia, My re-transition into normal university life has overall been okay at face value, but I've become aware of how much it tests my anxiety. At the time I'm writing this I've just finished my first week of semester 2, which has to be the slowest week of my life. Of course a large factor has to be that we have moved from the sanctuary (for others, hell-like) of online study to regular on-campus study. One thing I'm personally thankful for is being in a country that has successfully contained the virus and everything has returned back to normal in a timeframe of three months. This means I've been able to return to my second home of my university dormitory, where I can actually talk to people my age. I'm not saying I don't appreciate my family, I just think exposure to people my age would be best for my mental development. I also can't see my friends often since they all study different things, so in a way the hall unites us.  Pushing th...