Madam Thinksalot

You know those ceiling fans that only work when they are wound up to level 5 on the regulator? The levels 2, 3, and 4 are basically the same on these fans –blowing air out of your mouth would cool the room faster. If you turn it to 1, the fan stops altogether. So then, you think to yourself, ‘you know what? I’m just going to turn it to 5.’ Now your entire house flies out, there are papers everywhere like a post-apocalyptic movie scene, your hair is messed up. That’s me as a reader. I too (approximately) have 5 reading settings. Setting 5 – My fellow English Literature students know what this is like. This is for when I have to read Goethe’s The Sorrows of Young Werther, Salinger’s The Catcher in the Rye, Albee’s Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf, and that excerpt from Dostoevsky’s The Brothers Karamazov; all in the same semester. 120 pages and 1 hour in, my brain has stopped absorbing anything, but my eyes are absolutely flying across the lines. You want me to critically analyse George an

Why a blog? This, apparently, is the first question you are supposed to answer when you start a blog. There might be a shorter way of answering this question, but I thought I should tell you all a story first. About a week ago, I was being thoroughly productive and scrolling through Instagram. On my Explore page, I came across a woman’s reels that I found quite funny. I clicked on her page to check out more of her reels. In her bio was a flag – a white flag with a red cross, like a ‘plus’ sign, on it. Now, for all those who know which flag this is without having to google it: Sheldon called; he wants his Fun with Flags copyright back. For those of you who don’t know which flag this is: welcome to my world. I guess this is a good time to mention that it was 12:45 am and my brain, for the most part, was asleep. So, by the time I got to my Google search bar, I had forgotten which way the red lines went. I typed, ‘white flag with red diagonal stripes.’ Apparently, the St. Patrick’s S