Ever since I was little I loved stories; they made me feel connected to something bigger than myself. This is why I am working towards becoming a writer. I want to be able to replicate the bliss I feel when reading for my readers.
The Day I met Ella
I remember the day I met Ella as clear as a blue-skied middle-of-July summer day. I had just arrived in this strange city. I was part of a new family: a family I yearned to be part of for years, a family I dreamed of at night when the monsters in my closet teased me for being a cry baby. Here I was, with my father at last - the hero who would one day rescue me from said monsters. Or so I thought.
A not complete guide of how to care for your piggies!
Most people think that furry potatoes are just like couch potatoes; they don’t do much. People believe that guinea pigs just live their lives eating vegetables and hay, pooping, and napping. In reality, people are right to think that these adorable furry potatoes don’t do much. However, they’re cute as fuck, and that makes up for everything else.
It was a beautiful sunny yet chilly February afternoon when we decided it was time. We shivered under our coats despite the warmth we felt on our faces, thanks to the rays of sunshine that gently danced through the atmosphere, traveling thousands of miles in space to illuminate our earth. We walked and walked and walked; our feet, the perfect little soldiers that obeyed the orders to move. Left right left they went, but not without occasionally stopping so that our curious hands and eyes could explore the beauty of the place. We had decided to go to the 14th street farmer’s market. Union Square had become our spot. We passed by numerous interesting little tables that sold everything from lavender products to handcrafted alcohol, including bottles and glasses of Merlot, to potted plants. I was a fan of the lavender table and always made him stop there. The lady already knew my face.
Learning During COVID
The year 2020 has changed the way we interact with each other. We went from seeing gatherings as mundane events to moving to online spaces to live our everyday lives. This is no different when it comes to how we approach learning. Education can be inaccessible to the working-class, and the pandemic has been exacerbating a prevalent problem in our society. Some may think that the covid pandemic has forced us to find innovative ways to approach education, which is partially true; we've found ways to adapt rather quickly to the situation, which involved sophisticated ways to interact online - such as zoom, discord, among others. However, online learning is inherently inaccessible to working-class students because we live in a system designed to make a profit rather than ensure people's well-being.
Rediscovering Yourself While Recovering From Depression
There is a lot to say about how much one can learn in only a couple of years. It is almost unfathomable how much can happen in such a short amount of time.
You wake up in the morning and think, "why am I alive?" You contemplate on bed whether or not it is worth getting up. You don't get up. You don't get up at all, even though you know that there are a million reasons to get up. You pull your comforter over your head, hoping that the temporary feeling of warmth might alleviate some of the pain you've constantly been feeling. You want to die. You feel worthless. What's the point? You're a waste of space.
Capitalism, Consumerism, and Gift-giving
It's the holiday season, the time of the year in which we are forced to give in to the claws of capitalism and consumerism for the sake of gift-giving. The holidays may either be the highlight of the year or the most stressful time of the year, or it may even be both. For people like me, gift-giving can become something to resent as the stress turns into panic.
Everything that I'm thankful for
It's November, the season of giving thanks. It should go without saying, but I don't think we should limit ourselves to being grateful only in November when Thanksgiving rolls around, but I digress.