I’m baaaaack! After a hiatus from school and everything that involves using my brain, I am back to school, into spring semester, and more importantly, back to the blog. Upon getting back to campus and getting back into routines, I’ve reunited with friends that I haven’t seen over the long month of winter break. Over the last few days, I’ve been hounded by the same question by friends and professors alike: How was your break?

So how was my break?

My break was nothing short of exciting. I’m talking food, sleep, Netflix, and getting fake Yeezy’s for $10 at Primark exciting.

Speaking of Netflix, when you ask someone how their break was, the next question to usually follow is: What did you do? This question is usually also followed by a smile, a long pause, nervous laugh, and then something about watching Netflix for 3 days straight and forgetting to change your clothes. If you’re in college, you know I’m talking about you.

I can’t deny that I am a full believer in the therapy of Netflix, but one of my favorite TV shows that I live for are re-runs of is Sex and the City, sans Netflix. And considering I run a  marginally successful blog and I have an acquired taste for expensive shoes, is it all that surprising that Carrie Bradshaw is my spirit animal?

So, after watching an episode late one night over break and noticing how many times Carrie starts her monologues with “I couldn’t help but wonder…” (C’mon Carrie, if you can afford Manolo’s you can surely bring a little variety to your opening lines), I decided to write a Carrie Bradshaw inspired blog, written in the voice of New York City’s favorite sex columnist. I shall call it, a Bradblog (Still waiting on you, Page Six).

Here we go.

It’s the first day back on campus, and I am sitting in my first 8am class. My new professor, a straight-laced woman who just moved to the United States from Beijing, is asking everyone what they think Lingustics are. While the answer I gave was something like,”Um the origin of language, I think, maybe, or something,” I really was thinking, “I don’t care, I’m tired, I don’t know linguistics from linguine and I don’t have time for your bulls*&%.” Why do we spend hundreds of thousands of dollars on an education, only to count the minutes until each class is over?

As I checked my watch for the eighth time, only to see that it was 8:03am, I couldn’t help but wonder, “why don’t they teach us the answers to problems that we actually want to know the answer to?” Or better yet, that we need to know the answer to. In fact, in the question of life, the questions with no concrete answers are often the questions that inevitably demand to be solved. If there’s such a thing as black holes, everything surrounding them must come to an end, right? So why does the universe make the answers to these questions so hard to find? So irretrievable and unattainable? Why is the right answer to the questions that matter and effect our lives as simple and as clear as the other side of a black hole? They teach you trigonometry in order to pass high school, and yet after four years you graduate without the slightest clue on how you are supposed to break someone’s heart, or how to have your’s broken? They don’t teach you about money or disease or goodbyes or hardships. They don’t force you how to deal with real problems. Problems that only the universe throws into the equation.

They teach you how to know more, but who teaches you how to be more? How to love more? How to care more? How to be a friend or a partner? Not even Einstein could give you a 100% concrete answer to any question about relationships. And yet, to me, that is the most beautiful thing about human beings. The unknowns. We are our own science. Humans spent years trying to figure everything out, not stopping until we do, creating everything down to a science. And yet, we are the biggest mystery of them all. And this mystery, no matter how you look at it, can never possibly be solved.