1. You don’t understand someone’s struggle until it has happened to you.
Even then, all you have is one personal account. One page of writing, a roll of film, a 7:21 video, even a blog post isn’t sufficient to explain the experience. You could fill a book with thoughts.
2. Some life pursuits are stumps.
They don’t grow, they just get soggy with all of the water you sprinkle.
As long as I live, I will never find meaning in drawing. I can draw, but that’s about it, it will never be anything but an activity to me. We don’t rip the stump out of the ground, but we don’t contribute anything meaningful to it.
3. Peer pressure operates in small ways.
I was uncertain, but kept going. I’ve already committed to this walk, so I cannot turn back. Over rocks and tree stumps I crawled, step by step over a terrain slightly familiar to me. Where does this path lead? Ah yes, now I remember.
I went on another walk. This time, it was in the morning. I’d resolved to run lots of mornings before, but rarely followed through on that intention. It’s just too much. I have to put on a sports bra and running shoes, and I’m always sweaty afterwards. But there’s a pink glow in my cheeks, and I look alive. Continue reading
I took a walk today, even though the internet said the sun would set at 8:14 and I left my house at 8:07. I walked anyways.
It was the first day in over a week that I omitted makeup, and it felt great to touch my face and enjoy life’s natural sheen.
The music from my earbuds really set the tone…Youth Lagoon mixed with the screeching of cicadas while you’re walking in the dim light of a setting sun.
Walking really beats running; there’s no rush, no pace to maintain. You can take your sweet time. Continue reading
It is burning skin against leather seats
It is thighs and undersides drenched in sweat
It is heat waves rising above the street.
I’ll leave my pizza in the garage on top of the car, better than an oven.
I can’t remember what it’s like to feel a chill, see my breath, stomp through snow.
Perhaps I’ll be saying the same about summer in the dead of February, but this is the hottest hot.
T-Swizzle has a new song out, yo. And for once, it’s not about a boy!
If you heard the song but didn’t see the music vid, you might not be as excited about it. The lyrics are pretty repetitive:
Cause the players gonna play, play, play
And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate
Baby I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake
Shake it off
Heart break is gonna break, break, break
And I think it’s gonna fake, fake, fake
Baby I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake
Shake it off, Shake it off
But in between are notions of individuality, of people doing their own thing and breaking stereotypes and pursuing whatever dreams they like.
Now, watch the video. Continue reading
I am not an afterthought.
I am not yesterday’s news.
I am not a visage living in your shadow.
I am not a crumb on the side of the plate.
I am not the white space or the void.
I AM! Continue reading
Here was a girl who loved reading so much that she got a set of light up ice cubes for her ninth birthday and used them to illuminate the way as she read chapter books late at night.
Here was a girl who loved reading so much that she stole a tiny little battery-operated Chinese lantern from a show display so she could break her curfew under the sheets to sneak a few more chapters of Harry Potter in.
Here was a girl who loved reading so much that she angered her parents, who were confused about their daughter who just couldn’t put a book down, even at dinner, reading day in and day out, stuck in another world 24/7.
Whether you know me or not, I think I might have something positive to offer you.
Are you tired of getting the same old feedback on your essays? More detail here, avoid comma splices there, drones a teacher. Uhm, it sounds kind of boring, comments a peer.
Grammar help should be the bare minimum, but standing out in a competitive applicant pool requires a lot more thought and re-articulation. It’s more than surface level evaluation and “advice” that feels like the same every time. Continue reading
soph·o·mor·ic: adjective: having or showing a lack of emotional maturity: foolish and immature
What a hopeful outlook society has adopted for a high school student’s second year of high school!
Before year 9 you won’t take this advice very seriously because you won’t really know what I’m talking about. Every year you’ll read this letter again and understand it a little better than you did before. And you’ll find out that what I’m saying is true (in some respects, at least). And you will look back when you graduate and regret a little bit but we’re not all perfect, are we?
Last year, around this time, I wrote a letter to my sister, Victoria, addressing the topic of freshman year…since then it’s become one of the most popular and constantly visited posts on this whole blog.
So I’m here to shed a little knowledge about your second year, and I hope my experience might help you along.
My dearest Vicky,
You’re not hot shit. You’re still an underclassman. You will undoubtedly exhibit behavior seen as unjustifiable, unwarranted by the upperclassmen, and next year, you will also see it as such. Continue reading