Pursuing, Busy, and Tired: a Recap of January + February


“There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

 In these past two months, I'm not entirely sure if I was the pursuing, the busy, or the tired; after seemingly unending days of juggling class, homework, Model UN, musical production team, chorus concerts, SAT prep, debate competition, and writing for my blog and other publications, I am, without a doubt, exhausted. I don't know if I've ever been so tired, but the arrival of March (what, it's March already?) promises relief at its end.



Usually, I use this platform as a space to talk about my opinions on books. Today, recent happenings demand I stray.

On February 14, 2018, a shooter, armed with a semi-automatic AR-15 rifle and magazines, murdered seventeen and injured fourteen students and faculty members at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida. This incident represents the eighth American school shooting in not even the first eight weeks of this year.

Poetry Reminds Us That We All Have Carried the Armful

For every parcel I stoop down to seize
I lose some other off my arms and knees,
And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns—
Extremes too hard to comprehend at once,
Yet nothing I should care to leave behind.
With all I have to hold with, I will do my best
To keep their building balanced at my breast.
I crouch down to prevent them as they fall;
Then sit down in the middle of them all.
I had to drop the armful in the road.
And try to stack them in a better load.
-- Robert Frost, The Armful