After a strenuous semester during which I battled moderate-to-severe senioritis, I presented my mom, Sandy, with the idea of a mother-daughter vacation. Perhaps Miami, I’d suggested. Somewhere warm with a beach and a Dash location. Sandy responded by booking a trip to L.A., which actually does contain both a beach and a Dash. And though… Read More I’ve been to Hollywood and back.

Walking into Soul Cycle is like boarding a plane. You get there early, check in at the desk, take shoes off, put shoes on, and find your assigned seat that turns out to be shockingly uncomfortable every time. What happens next can be summed up in 10 phases: Phase 1: The passive aggressive pre-class warm-up.… Read More Yes, I went to Soul Cycle. Sue me.

Upon the request of my loving father, I set aside some time this morning to do the unthinkable: find a job. And as I will be graduating in May, I myself must admit that, folks, it’s about that time. Now, one might find a job search difficult when one does not know what one wants… Read More The Princeton Review Did Not Pay Me To Write This

I was in a meeting today and the woman leading it was about to demonstrate something on her computer. We all gathered around her laptop and watched as she typed in an exceptionally long password. One boy commented on her level of privacy protection and she told us that her password was a sentence. She… Read More The Keyboard To Happiness

My phone is a little bit broken. As in, I’m still receiving seven emails per minute from LinkedIn but I’m missing text messages. A friend of mine suggested that this might be due to a storage problem and advised me to delete some of the extra crap on my phone. Here’s the problem. A few… Read More Why We Should Be Concerned About Clouds and LinkedIn

Dear Shaggy, Today I was on the train listening to the “My Boo” station on Pandora when “It Wasn’t You” came on, which was exciting because I love the song. Really, you should know that I do love it. It’s incredibly catchy and allows for someone who’s bad with lyrics to participate in a meaningful… Read More Dear Shaggy

Exactly fifty-nine years ago, my dad, Bruce Rubenstein, graced the earth with his presence for the very first time. Naturally, this anniversary calls for a celebration. So my parents, my brothers and I all pile into the car for the drive to dinner. On the scale of uncomfortable events, the five of us in one vehicle falls high… Read More Chaos and Coupons

My head is in the clouds today. I am sitting at my desk studying for a Hebrew exam. And as for the truth, I am sitting at my desk critically examining the label of my Smartwater bottle. The information blurb begins, “Clouds get a bad rap.” I can’t help but ask myself, since when? Nor can I recall… Read More Remember the Water Cycle?

Today was eye-opening. Growing up with two brothers, you think you’ve seen it all. At least I had. It was a typical Tuesday after school if my older brother plopped down at the kitchen table with a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter, and consumed both in their entirety before cleaning out the… Read More Lunch at the Zoo

This afternoon, I was lucky enough to score a front row seat to a real live meet cute (that movie moment when a future couple first meets). There I am, reading about the various forms of bodily excretion, hunched over in a way that I would later regret, when a young girl breezes by me… Read More Getting Digits