Bohemianism Conclusion
It is currently December 13th, the day before we meet on Zoom for the last time this semester. With less than 24 hours before we are to meet, I find myself thinking back to how little I knew going into this semester - the black ink from the Freddie Mercury song still ever-present in my notebook that I now struggle to find a black page in. So with that, this blank ink is where I must start - I must trace back to those fleeting moments before our first session. As I anxiously awaited for the green light of my laptop camera to stare back at me as I repeated those lines over and over in my head. Nervously jotting down whatever I could think of that constitutes Merriam-Webster’s definition of an “unconventional life”. And now in December, I cannot help but laugh at this manic-like page that sits in the middle of my notebook - how different my entire thought-process has come to be over the past few months. With this being said, I now think of Bohemianism in a vastly differe...
