A young adult still trying to find her place in this world.
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I'm a writer, I'm a tutor, I'm a gamer. My world revolves around being on the computer. I spend countless hours every day working on word documents, addressing questions from students, and playing games with my friends. After getting ready in the morning, I set up my room to turn into the ultimate technical playground. I don my blue light glasses and set up for the next few hours of tutoring, oftentimes coupled with writing a novel. This happens day in and day out. Even on holidays and weekends, this cycle continues.
A Captured Moment
Iron and Wine's Flightless Bird, American Mouth blasted through my headphones. It provided a great sound barrier against the bustling traffic. One of the most unfortunate things about visiting Venezuela was that Santiago de León de Caracas is like any other stereotypical capital city. A million things to do and a million places to be.
Shake Your Skele-bones
I'll be the first to admit I'm an absolute scardey-cat. I, for one, cannot handle any type of suspense or gore. I do my best to make it through your typical Blaire-Witch-Esque movie, but I almost always end up watching it through the cracks in my fingers.
We very rarely, if ever, take into account a dog's name. I remember growing up with Snickers- and of course, after that, we had Rolo and Reese. They were the sweet snacks of my life. Dogs whose name as a kid I thought was so clever I was proud to announce my new dog Snickers. Only to learn that mere weeks later one of my friends adopted a dog with the exact same name.
I Think I'm Psycho
My family, and people in general, often ask me to explain how my anxiety works. Most of the time, I can't figure out how to put it into words. Over and over I try to think of things that I can relate to that they can understand. Do I equate it to peer pressure? Do I equate it to stage fright? The list goes on and on.
Learning To Listen
I remember getting my first student, a woman in college whose fourth language was English. She needed help forming an APA citation paper, and also explanations on why certain sentences and words were incorrect. I was the fourth tutor she had been sent to. I could tell she was incredibly frustrated, angry, and upset.
Shit End Of A Stick
"He got the shit end of that stick I'd reckon." Beneath them lay a moose, frozen to death. His body was forever entombed beneath the clear layer of ice that covered the lake. Part of his rack remained above the ice, a warning of what demise awaits those clumsy enough to fall in. It was almost as if they were looking at those fancy ice sculptures they saw in the town square every Christmas, just a very macabre version of it.