The lights floating overhead formed a halo of calm and chaos in the room. The rolling trays, clanking instruments and the distinctive swishing sound of cotton pants walking in deliberate circles created a confluence of serenity and urgency. The walls were sterile with just the slightest hint of grey. There were eleven people occupied in… Continue reading Only The Beginning
I wasn't just going to aspire to be something familiar and safe. No, I wanted to be wowed by my dreams and taking rockets to the stars appeared to be the only place to start.
One year in middle school, I challenged myself to invent a new hairstyle for every day of the school year. A huge feat, I know. Sure conquering quadratic equations or really committing to rolling my r's in Mr. Barrios' class should've come to mind, but I needed new goals. Plus, I figured my r's would… Continue reading Haircasso
“You’re lazy.” I remember someone close to me, someone who's voice rang too loudly in my head, telling me those words when I was six. (No worries Mom, it wasn’t you I still owe you for the nights I literally peeled your eyelids open to tell you all the things in the middle of the… Continue reading La-zy: a noun