a waffle analysis

People always say weekends are for rest—but rarely have I felt a weekend for rest, as I'd always have something on my schedule/agenda to do. Last weekend, however, I set nothing. With schoolwork being an on and off switch (as in most work tends to fall on every other week, together), this weekend was an "off switch". As college applications have also come to a close, there really wasn't anything urgent that preoccupied me. The past few weeks I'd been stressed for some random reason and have had several cathartic moments of just letting my emotions and feelings spill. Having this weekend completely off was a new epiphanic moment for me, not knowing that great feelings can happen with "wellness"! I never really understood this "group mentality" high-achieving students had or this standard we unconsciously set ourselves to until some of my friends brought it to light both in the restorative circle and in FaceTimes. It was so true, though—things we

POZZO: what have I done with my watch? ... I must have left it at the manor. As a tragicomedy, the irony and humor in  Waiting for Godot never cease to make me laugh. Watching Pozzo play with his watch so much earlier—staying on top of his game regarding time—yet end up losing it is not only humorous but also deep. Symbolic of time, the loss of the watch shows the meaningless of time. But it also goes to show how disoriented and disorganized Pozzo really is. He appears fancy (relative to Vladimir and Estragon), with his chicken wings and watch that can calculate time in real-time, but in reality, he is just another human similar to Vladimir and Estragon.  Reading the watch scene, I couldn't help but think about all the times I thought I "lost my phone". Just as Pozzo tells everyone to be silent in order to hear ticking, I get someone in the house to call my cellphone, ensuring they're quiet so I can hear the vibration (ring, if I'm lucky). However, without my phon