Ada Zuba
Hello fellow interweb explorers! I am Ada Zuba. I binge the Netflix shows and just recently Disney plus has been my happy place. I am a creative person with a big love for Disney movies. I hope to one day write and publish a fantasy novel.
Gifts for the Girlfriend That She Will Appreciate
It is time to have a great list of great gifts for the basic white girl. From Starbucks to flannel shirts this is the list that can be used for Christmas or even her birthday. This list was made for people who are terrible gift-givers and it will save your future butt. This list was made by yours truly, a basic white chick.
How I Died
Ralph Cortez stood in front of the panel of judges. The room was circular with maple wood paneling, the chairs had high armrests made of wood and the seats were covered in velvet. The entire room was filled with elderly men and women all scrawling down at Ralph. They wore black robes with white shawls around their shoulders. Then in the center of the room was a large fellow with a long flowing beard and warm wrinkly eyes, almost Santa Clause like about his appearance.
It Took A Prof to Change My Perspective
We have all heard it before. Teachers are the unsung heroes who are overworked and underpaid. Through High school, I never had a teacher that had changed my mind about writing until I reached university. I had recently finished upgrading at Mount Royal University and decided to take a few classes in open studies. Open studies, (for those of you who don't know) is a great way to figure out what you want to do in life or rather what you want to learn and get a degree in. So, I mustered up the courage and took a few classes such as psychology, Italian, and a few English classes. One of the English classes I took was creative writing it was an evening class, so a lot of the students that took the course were doing it for fun or just had to take an English course for their graduation. I was young and naive, to say the least. My prof had an interesting way of leading the class. He stood in front of the class and he wore a tweed jacket, had a peppered grey beard, and glasses to make him look intelligent and like any other professor. The class size was small maybe fifteen people at most.
Where Cowboy Boots are Accepted
Home. There are many definitions of what home is. It can be anything. It can be the photos on the walls of your family and friends, it can be the place where your dog greets you at the entryway. It is where the memories of your family gatherings, the sibling fights, the birthday parties take place. Yet we ask:
Falling too Deep
Sabrina stared out her window, she could see the tall, green trees covered in a light frost and sprinkled with snow. There was something magical about the pond and the trees that surrounded it. It made her feel at home and it had been a while since she felt that way. Her house felt empty since her husband had passed away. There was no longer a happy hum that filled the house, his mug had been standing in the cupboard for months without being touched, the pile of unread newspapers was stacked high, the dust had started to gather around his model ship collection, his desk stood untouched, the phone no longer rang. It was just Sabrina now. There were days when she just wanted to throw it all down and into the pond, but she lacked the strength to do so.
She Gets the Flowers, Right?
Catherine could feel her face get red and hot, she could feel her eyes welling up with tears, she sniffed trying to hold back the tears. Catherine let out a deep and uneven breath.
The Locket for Power
Trevor Geddis sprinted through the woods, his heart pounding in his chest, his breathing was heavy, but he knew he could not stop running or they would find him. Beads of sweat trickled down his red face as he gasped for air. He only had to keep going a little bit more...just over the fence and he would be safe. Trevor looked at his cracked watch, he had ten minutes before the shields went up. He picked up the pace as he darted through the dark, foreboding forest. Footsteps were not far from him, he took a deep breath in and continued to run. The fence was not too far from him now, he could see it in the distance. He pushed himself even harder, his shirt was soaked with his own sweat. Trevor reached the fence, this would be the hard part, he lunged himself off the ground and grabbed onto the fence, he still had three minutes, he quickly scrambled a shot was fired at him he lost his footing, but found it again and he continued up the wall faster this time. His legs were starting to ache from running so much. Another shot was fired this time it grazed his side. Trevor let out a small noise that was barely audible, he gritted his teeth and he finally jumped down as a third shot was fired. He landed in the heap of hay that the base had laid out.
PTSD
Post-traumatic stress disorder. We have heard it, we have seen it on the screen. Media and television have focused around soldiers who have been through war and have seen death. However, PTSD can affect just about anyone. It has affected me and it is still there. I had no idea I had PTSD, I thought all of my past life events have been figured out. I have spoken to someone after the event had happened and I thought I was doing fine. Until...trigger. Trigger. I did not know what that word meant until it happened. I was brought back to a moment where I did not feel safe. I was brought back to the moment where I was hurt by someone I trusted. For a long time I believed it was my fault, that I deserved what I got. I did not. I did not deserve an ounce of it. The fact is I did not open up to anyone about my experience, other than the priest while in confession. He told me what I knew was right. He said to me: "What happened to you was not your fault, it was his for having these thoughts that led him to believe it was okay." I heard what I knew and it reaffirmed everything I had been taught as a child. When you say no to someone it means no. You do not have to give an explanation, you do not need a reason. No. Means. No. He did not get it. Why? because no one in his life has ever said no to him. I went on the pill shortly after for fear it would happen again. I should not have to do that, I should not be so afraid of being hurt to take medications that mess with your hormones, that make you feel emotions that you are not used to. That should not be okay.
