the life of a college student portrayed through snippets of late night thoughts

The Case for Slow Programming

My dad used to say, “Slow down, son. You’ll get the job done faster.” I’ve worked in many high-tech startup companies in the San Francisco Bay area. I am now 52, and I progr…

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Op Ed: HONY Gets It Right

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By Shreya Patel

Humans of New York is a vastly popular blog about New Yorkers by former bond trader Brandon Stanton. After being laid off from his job, he set off with a camera in hand with a project to take 10,000 photographs of people around New York and plot them on a map. First, the blog started as just photos of people, but he soon began including quotes from these New Yorkers – which is when the blog started attracting more followers. The HONY Facebook page now boasts almost 12,000,000 likes. The blog offers the online world the opportunity to take a step through their screen into the life of a particular person or group. The beauty of all of this is that (besides a few exceptions), the photo and the quote are impromptu – enabling us to see the person raw.

When we learn about the lives and insights…

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Meet Our Members: Shreya Patel

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Ongoing series focusing on giving our members a platform to voice their experiences and opinions

Hello, hello! I’m Shreya Patel and I am a Sociology/Pre-Medicine sophomore at the University of Oklahoma. One day during finals week in December, I ran into Alice Barrett in the library. She told me that she and a group of people had put up informative posters around campus after the recent Ferguson decision to raise awareness about police brutality. I thought this was very important, not to get people to think one way or another, but rather to have an opinion that is informed. In today’s society, we are much too quick to make judgments based on very little information or stereotypes. I was appalled when Alice told me about reactions students had when reading the posters being put up – many of them alarmingly disrespectful. What frustrated me was that many students preferred to…

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All of my friends are in different countries. At least, that’s how it feels.

I recently switched my major from Sociology/Pre-Med to Chemical Engineering/Pre-Med with a biomedical emphasis. That being said, I’m catching up with summer classes. Switching to an even harder major two years into college isn’t exactly the most ideal thing to do, but I decided that it’s for the best. It also isn’t very exciting when I had been aching to study abroad this summer.

I wish I were in Italy or Brazil or China, but I’ve kept myself immersed in other adventures right here from campus!

I’ve always considered myself an avid reader. Recently, I’ve came across a few lists of classic novels and I’ve been realizing there are far too many that I should have read by now! I’ve always been an avid reader, yes, but before college I was not very  interested in classic books. I read books like The Great Gatsby that appealed to me in my mid-teens, but not books like Moby Dick or Jane Eyre or Heart of Darkness.

I made a list of all the classics that I want to read of Goodreads and I’m going to be working on them over the summer, so stay tuned! I’m currently in the middle of Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne, a French writer from the mid-to-late 1800s who also wrote Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea and Around the World in Eighty Days.

I’ve also been doing some exploring in the realms of poetry and music.

This is my first time looking into poetry on my own. What I’ve read has been mostly from school. I still have Stopping By Woods on A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost memorized from 6th grade, and also O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman memorized from the 7th grade (I think my middle school English teacher will be happy to hear this)! We studied If- by Rudyard Kipling (who also wrote The Jungle Book) in my senior year Leadership class, and I really took that one to heart. In fact, I read it so many times that I ended up memorizing it on accident. My big in my sorority recently introduced me to Invictus by William Earnest Henley and Hope by Emily Dickinson and I really enjoy both of those. In fact, for big/little reveal my freshman year, she gave me a canvas that quoted Hope, and I didn’t realize that it was a poem until she told me that was the poem she was telling me about.

I’ve always had a curious taste in music. I watched 500 Days of Summer in April and I’ve been listening to the soundtrack, as well as other songs by the same types of artists nonstop. A few recent favorites are Mushaboom and 1234 by Feist, Hero and Us by Regina Spektor, and She’s Got You High by Mumm-Ra.

I’ll keep you guys updated on my progress and thoughts as I go through this booklist! Meanwhile, you can check out the booklist yourself:

Also, feel free to suggest books or poems or music!

Remixing the Remake

All these images re-create and re-stage classic works of art without the use of special effects. I think it’s a nice take on the idea of the remix. The first image is the remake followed by the original. It serves as a reminder as to the amount of time, energy and dedication it takes to re-create.

“The Two Fridas” remake by Claire Ball

“The Two Fridas” by Frida Kahlo

“Composition With Red, Blue and Yellow” remake by Katie Jackson

“Composition With Red, Blue and Yellow” by Mondrian

“Birth of Venus” remake by Julio Cesar León Peña

“Birth of Venus” by Botticelli

“Luncheon on the Grass” remake by Ileana Alvarez Reyes

“Luncheon on the Grass” by Manet

“Self Portrait as a Tehuana (Diego on My Mind)” remake by Eda Te

“Self Portrait as a Tehuana (Diego on My Mind)” by Frida Kahlo

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I use my phone alarm to wake up in the morning I use my phone to play music while getting ready I use my phone to know when to my shuttle is here I use my phone to check the time when I run into a friend on South Oval on my way to class I use my phone to check my texts in class I use my phone to time my lab experiments I use my phone to see how much time I have between classes I use my phone to see where my friends are eating lunch I use my phone to Tapingo my order because the line is too long I use my phone to tell my friends to tell them I’m on my way I use my phone to get to my friend’s house I use my phone to tell my friends I’m outside waiting in the car I use my phone to take pictures with my friends I use my phone to check texts facebook twitter instagram groupme tumblr snapchat email, etc while I’m with my friends I use my phone to post the pictures with my friends I use my phone to check the notification on the pictures with my friends I use my phone to call my mom I use my phone to pretend I’m talking to my mom when I’m walking alone at night I use my phone to text my sister I use my phone for music when I’m running

I use my phone I use my phone I use my phone




I broke my phone November 1st.

It had been cracked and falling apart for about a month already. I had been thinking about challenging myself to go without it for a while. So I did. No phone until Thanksgiving.


I couldn’t communicate easily. I couldn’t check the time. I couldn’t listen to music while running. I didn’t feel safe walking to my car at night. Basically, if I was away from my laptop I had no idea what was going on and it drove me crazy. I was always worried I was going to miss important news. I also felt awkward in certain situations – like the ride on the shuttle to campus, or the few minutes before class, or when trying to avoid a social encounter.


After the first week and a half, I got used to it working around it. I made plans with people ahead of time and we had preset meeting places and times. I iMessaged off of my laptop and Facebook messaged everybody without iPhones. I learned to use GroupMe and Twitter and Facebook and Instagram when I happened to have my laptop. I left places before dark and if I was going to be anywhere late, I made my friends walk with me. I learned to use the clocks around campus when walking somewhere – the Clock Tower, the Union, the Stadium.


By the time Thanksgiving Break got closer, I began to appreciate being phone-less. I didn’t get distracted at the library and paid more attention in class. I wasn’t tempted to take a peek at my phone in meetings. I was present when I with friends. I had nothing to distract me, and it was oddly liberating. People kept asking me when I was going to get a phone and were bewildered when I would answer with “not yet” or “eventually.” They were too plugged in – how could they understand?


Thanksgiving rolled around and didn’t want a phone yet. I was enjoying not having one too much. Right after Thanksgiving Break came Dead Week and Finals Week. I wasn’t ready to become used to having a phone on me, and I didn’t want to do so with finals right around the corner. My mom went ahead and ordered my phone, but I decided I wouldn’t take it until finals were over. During this time, I started to notice how much other people spent on their phones. I used to use my ride on the shuttle to campus on my phone, and felt awkward without one because everybody else does the same thing. However, now I’ve become used to using that time to thinking and planning out what to do that day. One day on the shuttle this week, I realized that for the entire 8ish minutes we spend on the shuttle, some people don’t look up from their phones at all! What did I even do on my phone this entire time?! I also started to notice when people were on their phones while spending time with me. Once this week, somebody pulled out their phone in the middle of a conversation. I stopped to wait until they were done, but they urged me to proceed while they texted. It’s so incredibly distracting trying to hold a conversation while the other person can’t put down their phone. I was like this before and it’s much easier to see how detrimental this can be when you don’t have a phone to begin with.



Today, I came home from finals for winter break. My mom came home from work a few hours after I got home. She hugged me then left then room. She came back a few moments later with my new phone – I completely forgot we had ordered it. So now, as I return to the World of Cellular Devices, I won’t forget the great adventures I had and the lessons learned in the Magical Land of the Unplugged.

From the Eyes of a New Member: How Wrong I Was About Sorority Life

To Infinity and Beyond

Photo on 11-14-14 at 3.35 PM White converse, pearls, monograms, giant “daddy” t-shirts, Nike shorts, and an obsession with Frat guys are like, totally, the defining characteristics of any sorority girl right? Wrong. That was what I thought of sorority girls the day I moved on campus last August.  I assumed they were just people who were paying obscene amounts of money to gain a few more followers on Instagram. That these “sisters” would do nothing other than reliably “like” each other’s heavily valencia-filtered photos with the same cheek-to-cheek pose. They couldn’t possibly be true friends, because if they were, you shouldn’t have to pay for them right? They were just paying for the status of an organization and flaunting it in the face of others who were unaffiliated with their “group”. Or at least that’s what I thought on my first day of college. I wanted no part of that. I wanted to be my own…

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What Students Really Need to Hear

It’s 4 a.m.  I’ve struggled for the last hour to go to sleep.  But, I can’t.  Yet again, I am tossing and turning, unable to shut down my brain.  Why?  Because I am stressed about my students.  Really stressed.  I’m so stressed that I can only think to write down what I really want to say — the real truth I’ve been needing to say — and vow to myself that I will let my students hear what I really think tomorrow.

This is what students really need to hear:

First, you need to know right now that I care about you. In fact, I care about you more than you may care about yourself.  And I care not just about your grades or your test scores, but about you as a person. And, because I care, I need to be honest with you. Do I have permission to be…

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I believe in hope. I believe in optimism.  I believe in not giving up.

Imagine this. You’re on the climbing the highest mountain you could ever dream of climbing. You don’t know what came over you to take on such a mountain. You could’ve climbed a different mountain. One that wasn’t so steep or tall or dangerous. But something in you just knew that this was the mountain for you. So you chose this one as if you were born to climb steep, tall, dangerous mountains. So you start your climb. You’re excited and anxious and eager. The beginning is tougher than you thought it would be. You start to doubt yourself. Maybe this was too hard of a climb, you think. You can’t give up, you tell yourself. You’ve only barely started. So you persevere, and make it past the beginning. Soon enough, you start to get the hang of it. It becomes a rhythm. You just do it. You’re climbing along for what seems like ages and ages. It’s a very slow, very tedious climb, very boring climb. Bored, you look behind you. You look behind you to see the most spectacular view you’ve ever seen– the kind that takes your breath away. The kind that you can’t believe that what you’re seeing is even possible. You didn’t even realize how high you were or how far you had climbed. If the view is this sweet from here, you have to find out what it’s like from the peak. You’re not going to let anything stop you now. So you persevere despite the sore muscles and the aching lungs and the jagged rocks. So you persevere and you don’t stop until you’ve reached your goal.



I survived Dead Week and Finals Week.

I got a cool new job. I’m taking summer classes. I read all the blogs of my friends studying abroad, which makes me jealous. However, it’s all okay because I live vicariously through these blogs.

That’s all for now!



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I expected about ten people to look at my blog the first week I started it, and maybe up to fifty a month into this adventure.

It’s been three days and I’m at over two hundred views. This is really eye-opening, honestly. It’s not a huge number, but larger number than I was expecting.

Starting a blog has made me start to wonder what exactly I’ll be writing about. There are truly so many possibilities. I mean, what do I really want to write about? Most blogs that I read seem to have a theme or a subject. After putting a lot of thought into this the past few days, I have chosen to write about anything and everything. I mean, if I’m not sure, why limit myself now?

Before I actually started this blog, I kept asking myself what I would even write about. Now, every corner I turn seems to give me a new idea for a post.


With that being said, I’m going to talk about a recent obsession of mine. Minimalism.

What started as a design preference has really started to change the way that I think. Minimalism (to me) is being, using, or having no more than what you need. Although I do not plan to go radically minimalist, I think it’s important to keep in mind what minimalism stands for. Take a step back and evaluate all the material objects in your life. How many of these things do you actually need? What can you let go of? I’m not saying get rid of everything except for two pairs of clothes. I’m talking about those old t-shirts from high school that you haven’t worn in years. Or those shoes that you just don’t wear. What could be of use to people who may not be as privileged as you? This can be expanded further than just clothes. In a world where having new technology and expensive clothing is the norm, take a step back and evaluate the importance you put on these material items. Even if you choose not to empty out half of your closet, think about where in your life you are placing the most value. This is definitely something I have been reevaluating in my own life. It’s just something to think about.

Now, I did say that these deep thoughts started with design. Here are some gorgeous minimalist things to look at, plus the links to where I found them.


This is extremely cool minimalist art.    (

This is just really cozy. It has books and minimalism, both of which I love. ( (I found this on Pinterest and I couldn’t trace back where it came from originally.))


P.S. Check out this blog! It consists of cool/girly/colorful/minimalist/bohemian styled pictures and posts.


Happy minimalism.