Time Capsule for my Emotions

Hi, how are you? I hope you are doing well. I can not imagine how you must feel during this challenging time in our world. It is so crazy how your life can change in a matter of years, months, weeks or in our case days. I want to use this blog post as kind of a time capsule for my emotions. I want to look back in a month or so when hopefully all of this is over and use it as a reminder to remain humble. Because nothing in life is guaranteed to you and it can be easily taken from you.

How I feel

To be honest and raw the main emotion I feel during quarantine is insecurity. I feel insecure about my physical appearance as well as my mental state. Last week hit me hard because I felt like I had no direction. Every day I had the same routine. I get up around 11 a.m. eat breakfast, watch t.v., scroll online, eat some more, watch more t.v., talk on the phone, eat something else, and feel about eating something else because I am supposed to be on a “diet”. But what my mind doesn’t understand is it is not much for me to do but eat. It’s my only source of dopamine at this point. Don’t get me wrong I enjoy being home and reconnecting with my family but I’m not the type of person who can just sit around and do nothing forever. So I was feeling guilty for just relaxing when the world is in a crisis. I wanted to do something to help the world, but what really can I do when the whole world is lost? Me being the aspiring journalist I am decided that I should document it. I started to interview my friends and family on their emotions towards the Covid-19 and being in quarantine. I mean, I don’t think I’m doing the most impacting thing that’s going to change the world. However, as long as I’m doing something, I feel like I can help people cope. To me, that’s better than sitting around and just complaining. Because I’m unsure of where I’m going to be after this blows over, but rather than focus on the future I want to focus on the now. So I’m going to continue to interview people rather it is over the phone or in-person (usually can do this with family members. Please practice social distancing).

Another emotion I’m feeling is hope. I may not know what’s going to happen after this but I have hope for a better world. Maybe after this pandemic, we can come closer to world peace, America can develop a better health care system, and finally, everyone can start practicing good hygiene. I don’t feel like this is the end of the world but rather a warning to the world. To get our lives together and focus on the beauty in life. At least that’s how I’m taking it.

Also I reminder for my future self. Stephyne, DON’T buy a dress during a novel outbreak when it’s not guaranteed that you will get to wear it!

March (In a Few Words)

It has been ten thousand years…just kidding, but enough time has passed that I am typing my March blog right after February’s. Okay, okay, I know that March is not over yet, but I have no motivation to type anything else, currently. And, surprise: not because I am lazy but because I have a special blog in the works…All I can say is that I should have posted it months ago. And my other excuse for not finishing out the month is that I doubt anything extraordinary will occur between now and then.

If a meteor falls from the sky, you know who to blame.

Anyway, I now present you with my version of the fiasco also known as March, 2020.


I began the month very much in need of a break, but to be honest, I think that is how everyone felt. Exams definitely caused a bit of a stress, and I felt half-dead—I overslept nearly everyday, and I wore sweat pants, for the first time, to school (only one day, but still). Other than that, I enjoyed the first week of March, and I felt okay to leave for spring break.

I remember packing my bag with only a few of my belongings, leaving all of my school work. And I also remember inhaling one last glimpse of my room before leaving for what I expected to be a week. Then I left my heavily watered plants and prepared for spring break, no doubt in my mind that I would soon return.

I spent the majority of the break out of Mississippi. I enjoyed it, for sure, but I remember feeling a little irritated about not having a week to lounge around and begin projects I was considering. Oh, yeah, that is something important to mention for later: I had so many ideas for the summer, and I could not wait to begin. But then, sometime around Thursday, everything changed.

I remember hearing that Mississippi had its first case of the Coronavirus. I remember hearing that even Disney World was shutting down and that, when we returned to school Sunday, a few changes would be made to help combat contamination, etc. And then it got worse.

So, first MSA announced an extended break, and then it became online classes the week after that. And then…distance learning until April 17 (at least).

My last few blogs have consisted of me rambling about how sad I felt about school ending in May, and I have complained about feeling stressed, tired, and overwhelmed. Well, a virus said psych and threw everything out of a window. Those nine weeks that I wanted to savor? I have no definite answer when I will even return to MSA. And that break? Oh, I got it.

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I spent the “extended spring break” week absolutely squandering my time. But, as an excuse, I will say that I reacted to the news fairly well. I do not want to delve into the topic that has arrested the media, but our current global situation is not the best, so I feel like some weeks deserve to be spent being a hapless blob. When I heard that it would be at least another four weeks before I could return to MSA, I had no idea what to do. I became pessimistic and afraid of how quickly everything was escalating, and I allowed myself to sink into a state of “until”. But I tried to learn how to adapt, and after feeling cluttered and smothered, I cleaned my room and squeezed in a makeshift desk (and now I feel a lot better).

Friday, I was able to return briefly to my dorm room and retrieve belongings, and that helped a lot, also. I saw (and nearly saw) a few people that I missed a great deal, and I appreciated being able to grab important items (like all of my school work…). It proved to be quite the odd experience. For the first time, ever, I stepped onto an entirely vacant floor. The only light entered the hall from the large windows. I remember standing there, staring out of the window that I always loved to look out of. And that is now such a bittersweet memory because the ginkgos had light green leaves, and the crepe myrtles were experiencing growth as well. Spring is my second favorite season, and seeing the trees—that have been bare for so long—with leaves that I have missed dug into me a little bit. And I remember unlocking my door with the key that always annoyed me, clattering incessantly against my badge. And I remember stepping into my room for the first time in two weeks, looking around to see it just as I left it: scrawls on my calendar about events (now canceled, R.I.P.), my drawer full of novelty socks, and my unplugged lamp with its birthday hat that I kept from a coffee house. I loaded up my plants, my books, and my plastic dinosaurs, and then I left.

Sometimes I feel a tad dramatic, but MSA has meant a lot to me. It truly has felt like a home and one I had to build, at that. And although I got the break I wanted, for awhile I lost focus on projects and began to spend a lot of time missing my usual routine. I usually have a lot of gratitude on a daily basis, but I began to appreciate even what bothered me. Everything feels so convoluted, and I miss driving back to MSA after the weekend, getting coffee and fast food and seeing everyone. This has been the longest amount of time I have been away from MSA, and it feels so weird.

This week, I feel completely better, however. Having assignments has returned a sense of normalcy, and I have missed my discipline work immensely. I also appreciate having all of my plants with me, and now I feel significantly less isolated and afraid in general.

It is so weird to type this blog at home. Usually I am in my dorm eating popcorn or something. A lot has changed, and the change has proved difficult at times. But I encourage everyone to remain optimistic and hopeful. Life will regain balance. I hope all of you can adapt and find peace, and gratitude is important. Also, focus on the present, please. If you live life with an “until” outlook, you will waste the present. As much as you like it or not, this is reality now. Reminiscing and taking lazy days are both fine until it gets to the point that you are utterly useless for weeks.

I know that life has been turned upside down, lately, but a lot of good exists if you search for it. I have a blog coming soon about tips on staying sane, so feel free to read that if you need a reminder that the world is not ending.


Wednesday’s Fun Fact:

Everything will be okay.

I miss all of you and hope you are well. Try not to become stirred into the overwhelming confusion and chaos as best as you can. Until next time, peace out. (:

Women You Need To Know

You wanted to keep
the milk and the blood hidden
as if the womb and breast
never fed you. 
-rupi kaur


It’s March of 2020, meaning it’s Women’s History Month and I think the best way to celebrate this beautiful milestone is to educate people on the women that no one ever hears about, so I will be focusing on women of color and queer women.  So, without further adieu, enjoy!

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Wilma Mankiller: the first woman to serve as chief of the Cherokee Nation. She fought for the rights of women and Native Americans. She led Cherokee Nation from 1985 to 1995 and received the Presidential Medal of Freedom from Bill Clinton in 1998. “She understood that great leadership begins with the women — that’s our long, cultural tradition,” said Chad Smith, who was chief when she died in 2010. “If I had one word to frame her, it would be patriot. A patriot is one who gives her all for her people.” Gloria Steinem spoke at her memorial service.

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Janet Mock: is an American writer, television host, director, producer and transgender rights activist. Her debut book, the memoir Redefining Realness, became a New York Times bestseller. She is a contributing editor for Marie Claire and a former staff editor of People magazine’s website.

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Sylvia Rivera (left) and Marsha P. Johnson (right): Sylvia and Marsha were both instigators for the Stonewall Riots, a series of spontaneous, violent demonstrations by members of the gay community against a police raid that began in the early morning hours of June 28, 1969, at the Stonewall Inn in the Greenwich Village neighborhood of Manhattan, New York City. They were also activists for the LGBTQ+ community.

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Linda Sarsour: Linda Sarsour is an American political activist. She was co-chair of the 2017 Women’s March, the 2017 Day Without a Woman, and the 2019 Women’s March. She is also a former executive director of the Arab American Association of New York. Sarsour has advocated for Palestinians in the Israeli-occupied territories and expressed criticism of Zionism and support for the Boycott, Divestment, Sanctions (BDS) campaign against Israel. Sarsour also helped organize Black Lives Matter protests. Sarsour helped form “Muslims for Ferguson”, and she traveled to Ferguson with other activists in 2014. She has continued to work extensively with BLM ever since. Sarsour became a regular attendee at Black Lives Matter demonstrations as well as a frequent television commentator on feminism.

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Angela Davis: Angela Davis rose to prominence during the 1960s Civil Rights Movement due to her involvement with the Communist party. She was targeted by the FBI and later imprisoned but then acquitted on murder and kidnapping charges in association with a courtroom attack during the trial of the Soledad Brothers, three African-American inmates charged with the murder of a white prison guard. She has been a professor and author and today focuses on battling the “industrial prison complex” in the U.S. as well as the role of black women and the rise of intersectionality in feminism.

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Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez: is serving as the U.S. Representative for New York’s 14th congressional district. Taking office at age 29, Ocasio-Cortez is the youngest woman ever to serve in the United States Congress. She has been noted for her substantial social media presence relative to her fellow members of Congress. Ocasio-Cortez majored in international relations and economics at Boston University, graduating cum laude in 2011. She was previously an activist and worked part-time as a waitress and bartender before running for Congress in 2018.

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Maria A. Ressa : is a Filipino journalist and author, best known for co-founding Rappler, an online news website based in the Philippines, as its chief executive officer. She previously spent nearly two decades working as a lead investigative reporter in Southeast Asia for CNN. She was included in Times Person of the Year 2018 as one of a collection of journalists from around the world combating fake news.

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Sadako Ogata:  was a Japanese academic, diplomat, author, administrator, and professor emeritus at the Roman Catholic Sophia University. She was widely known as the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees (UNHCR) from 1991 to 2000, as well as in her capacities as Chair of the UNICEF Executive Board from 1978 to 1979 and as President of the Japan International Cooperation Agency (JICA) from 2003 to 2012. She also served as Advisor of the Executive Committee of the Japan Model United Nations (JMUN).


There are many, many more women that don’t get their names in the media as often as they should. I highly encourage you to do your own research and learn who they are and what they do/did. To help, here’s a list of women of color that deserve to have their name spoken:

https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/2017/03/04/womens-history-month-women-color/98595366/

Have an amazing day and I hope to see you soon!!

how msa auditions went from a junior’s perspective

Hello everyone, it’s lovely to be back with another blog. Over the weekend I had the privilege to see the potential upcoming juniors audition. I would love to share with you my experience seeing them, and the hopes for our future here at MSA.


It was a Friday afternoon. I was so pumped to be an arts ambassador. I waited patiently for the people auditioning to arrive. When it was around 2:30 they came. Sure, I was a tad bit sleepy, but was thrilled to see them. You see, I was in their place the year before too. It was scary, trust me, but the arts ambassadors made me feel so comforted. I knew I wanted to do the same for these wonderful people. So when the first auditioner came, everyone was so excited. We talked to each person that came in. That night there was only visuals and literaries. I, being a literary, was super excited to see the future literary class. 

It got to the time when the literaries had to audition. I’m pretty sure I was more nervous than they were, haha. They were all so mature, and chill. This one group talked about anime with me, and I wished them the best of luck for their auditions. After I left them, so they could get to writing, I sat downstairs hoping for the best. 

Then there was the visual auditions after the literary auditions were up. I went back upstairs to grab those who were visuals. I had time to talk to them, and ask them about themselves. Then, they went inside to draw for auditions. At the end of the day, I was so worn out, but snacks helped keep me afloat. I led most of the people back from their interviews, while eating gold fish graham crackers. After it was all finished, I was fast asleep in the bed.

On Saturday, I woke up at 7 a.m. I went down to eat breakfast, and people were already there. They said that this was a small group auditioning this year, but it seemed pretty large to me. I talked to several potential students, and was pleasantly surprised with how talented each one of them were.

Throughout the day, I was rooting for everyone to give it their all. I found some friends that I had met beforehand, and escorted them to auditions. I was so proud of every single one of them. They had the courage to give it their all. To put their raw work out there. It was so inspiring. It made me feel nostalgic about my time auditioning. 

All in all, I’m looking at a bright 2022 class next year. I think they are going to bring much positivity back to MSA. They are already so talented, and I know they will grow so much. Good luck to everyone waiting on your audition letter! And know that you gave it your best shot.

Maple 😉

My Strange Interest In Organizing

The following is a list of things I’ve taken a strange interest in recently:

Bullet journaling- 

   

Bullet journaling is a way of journaling that can track your day to day habits and happenings. It’s half organizing/planning and half making an aesthetic journal. As much as I would like to partake in the lifestyle that is bullet journaling, I am not as patient and creative as I would need to be to fill out a whole journal.

So what do I do instead? I watch other people fill them out!

I don’t know what exactly is so entertaining to me about watching people draw lines is journals for hours and hours. I have a hunch that I just watch videos about it because it makes me feel productive watching other people be productive (when in reality I’ve just been laying in my bed doing nothing).

The benefit of this is that it actually has been making me more productive. I guess watching other people work to improve their lives has finally pushed me to start doing it too. Linked above are two of my favorite bullet journaling videos! I highly recommend them for anyone who a) wants to get into bullet journaling, b) wants to get motivated to become more productive and efficient, or c) wants to watch other people be productive for fun!

Cleaning – 

I’m going to assume that everyone reading this knows what cleaning is. For me, cleanings can be many things. It can be simply cleaning up a small mess  I made or it can be vigorously scrubbing every surface in my room until there isn’t a speck of dust in sight. For me, having a clean area helps me focus and to be more productive. It also just makes me happy knowing that both of dorm room and room at home are neat and tidy at all hours of the day. Thus why most think of cleaning as a chore and I think of it as a hobby of sorts.

Organizing – 

A list within a list about things I’ve organized:

  • my room (home & MSA)
  • my closest (home & MSA)
  • my bookshelf (home & MSA)
  • my backpack
  • my desk drawers (home & MSA)
  • my fridge (the inside and the magnets on the outside) (home & MSA)
  • my sister’s room
  • my suitemate’s room
  • my entire house over the course of Christmas Break

I would never call my impulse to organize a problem. Honestly, its more of a fun pastime for me. About a year ago, I discovered the KonMari method and I changed my life (I’m not kidding). Marie Kondo and her Netflix show got me to cut the size of my closest in half and to learn to let go of sentimental things. Watching the show also led me to watch many an organizational video on YouTube. My favorites are linked below:

Makeovers – 

I love a good makeover. So far, I’ve only done my own room and dorm room, helped out my sister redo parts of her room, helped my suitemate redecorate their room, and redone the entire downstairs of my house. But I’m hoping to one day have an entire house to myself that I can decorate any way I please. With that said, here are more videos:

Conclusion

There really isn’t much of a point to this blog. I’ve just been really fixated on organization and order these days. If anyone were to get anything out of this, I would want it to be that you can, in fact, make cleaning and organization fun! It’s all about making your space just right for you and optimized to you! And if you’re doing that, then you’re doing just fine.

WHM: Will There Ever Be a Female President?

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Victoria Woodhull

The First Female Presidential Candidate

In 1872, history was made when suffragist, Victoria Woodhull, ran for President of the United States. She was a candidate for the Equal Rights Party, and her opponent, Frederick Douglass. Woodhull was a leader in the women’s suffrage movement, a magnetic healer, and an advocate for labor reforms. As well as, what she called “free love”, meaning the freedom to marry, divorce, and have children without interference from the government. Despite her efforts, Woodhull’s candidacy was not taken seriously, and she did not win. However, she paved the way for women after her to run for president.

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Belva Ann Lockwood

Belva Ann Lockwood was one of the first women to practice law. In 1879, after graduating from law school, she petitioned Congress to practice before the Supreme Court and won. She was the first female attorney to do so. Not long after, in 1884, Lockwood followed in the footsteps of Woodhull and ran for president. Her running mate was also a woman— Marrietta Stow.

 

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Marrietta Stow

Marrietta Stow was an American women’s rights, suffragist, and she was the first woman to run for vice president of the United States. Just as Woodhull, both Lockwood, and Stow were a part of the Equal Rights Party, and their main focus was women’s suffrage.

 

 

 

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In 1964, Margaret Chase Smith, the first woman to serve in both houses of Congress and the— at the time— longest female Senator, announced

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Margaret Chase Smith

her candidacy in the Republican party. Thus, making her another first, as the first woman to run for the presidency as a major party candidate.

 

 

 

 

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Shirley Chisolm

Almost 10 years later, in 1972, Shirley Chisholm, the first black woman to be elected into Congress, announced her presidential bid as a Democrat. Thus, making her the first African-American to run for POTUS as a major-party candidate, and the first woman to run for the Democratic party. During her campaign, Chisolm said, “I have certainly met much more discrimination in terms of being a woman than being black, in the field of politics.”

Continuous Strides
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Hillary Clinton

In 2016, Hillary Clinton became the first woman to be nominated for president by a major party after winning a majority of delegates in the Democratic Party. She also became the first woman to win the popular vote. However, Clinton did not win the election. Nevertheless, she made history.

Furthermore, 2 other women have won the vice presidential nominations in previous years.  Geraldine Ferraro for the Democratic Party in 1984, and Sarah Palin for the Republican Party in 2008.

Making History

Flash forward almost 50 years, and America is making history. In the 2020 election there were 6 women running for president.

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Illustration by Heads of State

(L-R)

Tulsi Gabbard,

Kirsten Gillibrand,

Amy Klobuchar,

Elizabeth Warren,

Kamala Harris,

and

Marianne Williamson.

 

 

These were the 6 women running for president in the 2020 election, and they have made some big impacts politically. Before this year, only 5 women made it to the debate stage: Shirley Chisholm (Democrat; 1972), Carol Moseley Braun (Democrat; 2004), Hillary Clinton (Democrat; 2008/2016), Michele Bachmann (Republican; 2012), and Carly Fiorina (Republican; 2016).  Furthermore, there has never been more than one woman on the debate stage at a time, and there had never been more than two women running in a single party at one time.  During the Democratic primary debate, there were at least three women on the debate stage.

Will America Ever Have a Female President of the United States?

It was a close run in 2016 with Clinton, but some Americans are hopeful that this will be the year America has its first female president. However, as of January 2020, only 2 of the 6 female candidates remain— Warren and Klobuchar.

According to Politico.com, “Sexism costs every woman candidate votes, but Hillary Clinton did not lose the presidency in 2016 because she is a woman. She was the wrong candidate for the time. Still, Clinton has certainly succeeded in making it easier for other women to run for office. Perhaps, the seeds of change may have been planted in Clinton’s defeat.”

What do you think— will Madam President be moving into the White House this fall? Would our country benefit from a woman running it? Why or why not? Comment your thoughts down below.


Thanks for reading!

Happy Women’s History Month, and be sure to vote when the time comes!

February (In a Few Words)

Hello, everyone! I hope that all of you will have a day without grey clouds and soggy fried chicken.

For my blog post this week, I have the newest addition to my month series. February transpired in an odd fashion, as sporadic and busy as the weather, but I want the month to return, now. Do not tell me that it is March; I will not believe you. Anyway, since this month taught me a lot, I will focus more on sharing advice in this post than on description.

I hope you enjoy. (:


  • Resist Becoming Too Immersed in One World
    • Living in more than one place proves quite difficult. You end up projecting a tremendous amount of focus on building one world while neglecting the other. And, worst of all, sometimes you fail to live in the world you currently reside; you fall through the present and dream of your other world that lies among the stars.
    • MSA and my house both equal the word home. However, at MSA, I have the tendency to yearn to be with my pets and my family watching movies, sleeping in, and cooking and eating tacos. And at my house, I have the tendency to yearn to be in my literary classroom drinking coffee, in the cafeteria eating loaded baked potato soup, in my room listening to music and writing, and outside walking and picking dandelions.
    • Every world deserves to be savored with you standing in its soil. Feel free to dream a little when distant, but remain present and appreciative of your current surroundings before you leave and become homesick.

 

  • Adapt to Stress; Remain Resilient
    • Everyone loves stress interrupting their carefully woven routine, right? You wake up at a certain time, brush your teeth at a certain time, and dance to A Flock of Seagulls at a certain time, but wait—a stressor falls from the sky and ruins everything…no more A Flock of Seagulls. Before you know it, you have a hood pulled over your bitter eyes as you kick innocent flowers and mumble about your hatred towards said stressor.
    • I always anticipate January to be a busy month, but February surprised me beyond belief. The first half of the month, I could hardly breathe. For unstated reasons, a major stressor sliced two hours off of my free time. To compensate for lost time, I stayed up late and ate a lot of chips and salsa. The stress drained my optimism, and at times I only wanted to sleep or watch The Dark Knight. Thankfully, the stress has dissipated.
    • Resist becoming discouraged. Escaping hopelessness is like climbing out of a sandy pit, but the act is possible. Attack stress with an optimistic, resilient spirit and find ways to alleviate some suffering. For instance, I split my off-block into time for homework and time for recovering sleep. Also, I brought snacks with me to obligations I dreaded immensely. And I did not cut out moments of my day that I looked forward too (calling my mom, journaling, and walking).

 

  • Take Care of Yourself
    • That brings me to my next topic: Please take care of yourself. When you have a lot of deadlines to meet and expectations to fulfill, transforming into a robot seems appealing, but trust me—you will be making a huge mistake.
    • This month, I considered going without talking to people that made me happy, wanting to spend every milligram of my time on assignments instead. However, I did not, and I am glad because I managed to do more than survive: I reached deadlines to the best of my ability, and I did not feel like a toiling machine.
    • Remember that priorities include your well-being. Feel free to take a day off; I promise that you will accomplish more the next day. Section your time off reasonably. For instance, instead of giving yourself three straight hours to complete homework, finish one assignment and take a designated break to avoid excessively frittering your time away. Also, surround yourself with what you need and want. Listen to music and eat an orange and make sure to sleep. Never fall asleep in the process of chasing contentment; living is not surviving alone.

 

  • Positive Energy
  • Does everything feel grey and cloudy? Does everyone seem trapped in a bad mood? Do you feel overwhelmingly pessimistic and discouraged?
  • My least favorite color of the sky is grey. I hate grey. And February had rain every week, so it proved a challenge to resist feeling a little grey and rainy myself. I found myself absorbing the negative emotions of my peers, and it lessened my optimism towards stress. However, surrounding myself with people of good, positive energy helped combat this, and I felt inclined to spread a little orange as well. It flipped days destined to drag me down into sunny ones.
  • Spend less time and effort on the people furthest from you; protect your energy reserves. Instead, spend more time on creative projects, enjoyable downtime, and amazing people (do not neglect assignments, obligations, and deadlines however…sorry). And if no positivity is to be found, provide it. Wear your favorite colors and be kind; do not withhold your compliments. You matter—remember that. So leave more of an impact on the world through your daily actions. I guarantee that life will have more color and meaning if you live more in the present.

Dear February,

I appreciate you throwing the ACT at me.

On a more serious note, a lot of beautiful moments occurred despite the overwhelming amount of stress in the beginning:

  • Coffee
  • Workshopping a play about surfer dudes
  • Blogging about music
  • Listening to music (especially The Cure)
  • Receiving gifts (thank you so, so much—especially you, Maleigh  🙂  )
  • Somehow surviving two weeks of no sleep and no time
  • Eating tacos at home
  • Cooking and listening to New Order and Tears for Fears with my dad
  • Begging for a synthesizer (and offering to pay half…to no avail—unless..?)
  • The miniscule amount of time I have with my mom
  • Drinking tea while working on homework
  • Poetry Out Loud field trips with our superstar Morgan (plus Taco Bell)
  • Lunch and dinner with epic people and conversations
  • Making flower bouquets during my off-block
  • Making a chapbook
  • Writing poetry
  • Kicking things found in the grass

Inside jokes that I have enjoyed:

  • Diabolical villains that steal showers
  • Skelebones
  • Dry chicken
  • Taco Tuesday
  • Dabbing
  • “fisten to evaporate”
  • “I know you love me…I know you care”
  • Tony Pepperoni
  • “The gatekeeper”
  • “Make your mama happy!”
  • Rudolph
  • What the heck desktops
  • Happy Birthday
  • sleep
  • Ye olde bones
  • Smiley faces
  • Dandelions
  • R.I.P. pinecone

Okay…I am done.


Wednesday’s Fun Fact:

Chapbooks are awesome to create and assemble. Grouping poems of similar themes and tones increases your understanding of your work, and creating a collection of your art feels amazing. Make sure, however, that you have the time and the resources.  😥

Peace

The Passing

Hello world, I recently wrote this absurd short story called, “The Passing”. I want to share it with you guys because I’m curious to know y’all reactions. I hope yall enjoy it!

 

Death brings cowards comfort. I know this because I had to experience it–Death. Such a misunderstood concept. I used to believe Death was peaceful. It was something I wanted to experience, I used to long after death. You can say it brought me comfort because I was a coward.

 

Each day of my despondent life was the same. I woke up to the same four bland walls that surrounded me. There were no family pictures on the walls because I had no family. No medals to hang and show off because I never won anything in my life. All I had was lost, and I mastered the art of losing. Every day I went by the same routine. Dread waking up, felt the cold, harsh air swarm my exposed skin. Enter the bathroom with the cold tiles. Splash my face with cold water. Brush my teeth with cold water. Take a shower with even colder water. I used to love the cold. It was the bit of happiness that was apparent in my life; I sympathized with the cold. I knew how it felt to be counted out, overlooked by the majority. All my life, there was always someone bigger, better, or warmer than I.

After my shower, I got dressed in the same attire: a black button-up, black pants, black socks, and black tennis shoes. I didn’t have a choice in that matter; it was my uniform. I was assigned the color black and it fit me perfectly The color complimented my pale skin so well. After I was dressed, I ate cereal in a lifeless bowl with the counterfeit milk. I only took five minutes to eat breakfast. I was fast since I had no one to talk to, nor one to think about. When I finished eating breakfast, it was then time to go to work. I got my keys and left my tired apartment. I used to drive to work every morning in my Bug, that was only big enough to hold me. I drove in silence; I only listen to the thoughts that wandered inside my mind. There was always this one thought which I found amusing. When I drove across the bridge that stood above the frozen pond, I thought: what if my tires slide on the ice bridge? What if my brakes suddenly couldn’t function properly, and the Bug stirs off the bridge into the pond? Cracking the ice shield allowing me to enter the world that lives beneath. What if that was my time, the moment of my end. Would anyone notice? Would anyone help? What if?

I closed my eyes and I took the If and made it When.

 

On the day I died, I was alone. Nobody was near, and I was far too gone for anyone to help.

 

When I opened my eyes, I was lying naked on the bridge. Everything around me was the same, but it was quiet. Complete silence. The trees weren’t swaying. No animal, not even a lost squirrel, was around exploring the woods. Everything stood still as if they were following instructions. The pond was still frozen, and I saw my Bug diverted into the ice. I started to wonder if I did it right? Did something go wrong? Was I Dead? I didn’t feel Dead; I simply felt frozen in time. I thought that maybe I should try again. I walked to the edge of the bridge and I inhaled, preparing myself for the fall.

I heard a Beep-noise.

It was close but faint. What could it be? I turned around and in front of me, I saw a cellphone. It was black with a small keyboard on the face. I never noticed the cellphone until now. How did it get there? I picked it up and pressed the home button. Nothing happened. I started to press all the letters and numbers on the keyboard, however, nothing. I flipped the cellphone over and slide off the back compartment. What has revealed to me was an emptiness. There was no battery in the phone. There was no way it could have made the noise. Was I alone? I remember I screamed or was it a shout?

“Who is there?” I asked the distance but what was returned was my echo.

A sane person would have stopped, maybe even accepted the fact that no one was there. But I realized at a young age- sane was something I was not. So, I begun to explore my surroundings. Looked for evidence that someone was there. I studied every crack in the bridge, and there it was. A lavender flower springing through the cracks. It was so beautiful, so resilient. The flower lured me. It wanted me to approach it, and so I did. When I reached the flower, I was astonished. It was the only living thing there. Nature will always find a way to survive even, Death.

 

I wanted to claim the flower as mines, I felt as though it was. I sat on my knees and I pulled the flower from the crack in the bridge. That’s when it started. With the touch of the flower, my body was overwhelmed with heat.  It was a forgotten feeling. Suddenly everything started to disappear. The trees vanished into thin air. The frozen pond beneath me mysteriously melted and my Bug was no longer there. I heard booming sounds of rumbling. The bridge had begun to quake and deformed. Everything around me was uncanny. I was perplexed on whether I should run or stay? But where would I go? My thoughts were pointless, before I knew it the bridge had completely vanished, and my body dropped. I fell, and I fell, and I fell. Until my body plastered on a solid surface. I was placed in a space filled with brightness. It wasn’t a room, rooms have structure. This place, however, just had a presence–a known presence.

“Hello, D–” someone said in a deep, vivid voice. I was unsure of who it was, but I knew that this was power. When the presence spoke, their voice came from every direction. I was afraid. I don’t know why, but somehow my body knew to be afraid.

“How do you know my name?” I asked, my voice trembled.

“That is not the question of the matter, now is it.” said the voice, “Ask me your honest question.”

I gulped and resisted the urge to cry. How could they possibly know? A dumbfounded thought, at the time, they know everything.

“I want to know why I’m here. What is this place?” I ask.

“That is not your honest question. You know why you are here. You have one more chance to be truthful, try again.” They said to me calmly. I felt everything now, but at that moment fear was heavy.

“Am I dead?” I asked my final question.

“Wrong! Why must you lie?” exclaimed the presence. “I’m here to help you. You need the help for the Passing.”

“Passing…what passing? Who are you?”

“I am Lavea, an angel sent from Heaven.”

“Then why can’t I see you?”

“Could you see me when you were alive, D–? I have been around, ever since the incident. After what happened to your parents, you were assigned to me to guardian over. I tried to protect you, but I could not save someone from themselves. So, I will help you now. Your body is no longer vital. On earth you are dead, but here you have two opportunities. This is called the Passing. There are three pathways you can take before you can achieve the afterlife. One is called Heaven. In Heaven, you can spend eternity with your family, happy and peaceful. You don’t have anything to worry about, all your problems were left on earth. In Heaven you are free. Would you like that D–?” Lavea asked me.

“What are the remaining choices?” I ask Lavea.

“The other option is Hell. You heard the stories of Hell while growing up. Endless torture, fire pits, screams of misery… I am here to tell you whatever perception you have on Hell–double it. Double the endless torture. Double the fire pits. Double the screams of misery. I can assure you Hell is not the place of a luxury. Hell is the end without an end. Hell is pure evil. Hell is burning fire but the deathly cold. Would you like to go there, D–?”

At that moment, I knew what I was supposed to say. No. It could have been that simple. However, there was something inside me that felt Hell is what I deserved.

Before I could answer Lavea interrupted me and said, “You do not deserve Hell. Your soul is not evil. I want to see you in Heaven, but you cannot pass unless you accept the truth within yourself.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Accept and let it go so you can pass to Heaven. Or you will be deemed to Death.”

“Aren’t I’m dead already, Lavea?”

“As I said before, your body is dead, but your soul is still here. Death is neither Heaven nor Hell. Death is the middle ground. Death is nothing. Death is complete darkness. Those who fail the passing are sentenced to Death. I warn you D– if you don’t accept that you were not the cause of your family’s disappearance, you will be sent to Death. Would you like that?” Lavea says to me.  I remember becoming infuriated. How dare Lavea tell me about my life.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about! You don’t know me or what happened. If you were my guardian angel, then why weren’t you there? Where were you, when I needed you?”

“You can get angry at me; however, that will not solve anything. You need to let go and accept.” Lavea said remaining calm.

“No,” I say tearing up. I don’t deserve to feel released. I deserve this Death.

“I beg of you, let go and release. Time is running out.”

“I must not. Not when my family is still out there. I can’t just let go. I can’t accept and let go when it’s my fault. I can’t-”

Beep… Beep… Beep.

The sound from earlier has returned, this time its louder and maddening.

BEEP…BEEP…BEEP.

“What is that noise?” I tried to yell over the noise to Lavea.

“That is your timer D–. You now have only thirty seconds. What is your decision? Lavea asked me. Then the cellphone from earlier appears. I ran to it and I see a timer counting down.

“How do I stop it? I’m not ready yet please, Lavea.” I plead to them.

“It is too late to stop it. It was set when you made the choice to drive off the bridge. I will only ask once.” Lavea says.

BEEP… BEEP… BEEP… TIMES UP!

“What is your final decision  D–?” They said impassively. I was given three options. What I said at that moment define my eternity. I know what a sane person would have said. I know what I crazy person could have said. But as I realized when I was younger, I was neither sane nor crazy. I was the middle, so the middle is where I should stay, even if it’s for eternity.

“I choose Death.”

Were the words that defined me, more than I could have ever known. After I said those three detrimental words, the brightness in the room was extracted. It was complete darkness. Silent as it was on the bridge. I was abandoned. At last, I was comforted by the darkness. I felt secure within myself. The darkness, tranquility and I were one. I was Death.

spring cleaning

i don’t know about you guys, but i just love the feeling i get after i clean something. i feel so accomplished and put together. it’s just a very good feeling for me. the same applies to when i clean out the clutter in my heart and mind.

i have a really bad habit of collecting clutter inside of my head and letting it weigh down my heart. but lately i’ve been trying to clean it out. as someone who has spent their entire life bottling up all of my emotions until they explode all over an innocent bystander, i know a little bit about clutter on the inside. but, i’m learning how to fix that.

very recently, when someone asks what is bothering me, if i trust them, i tell them. and i’m brutally honest. afterward i feel so much better now that i’ve got it out. now, don’t get me wrong, there is a difference in venting and dumping your problems onto someone else. everyone deals with their own stuff so you shouldn’t be adding your problems to theirs. instead, just tell them how you’re feeling, and let them help. and when you feel a little better, do the same for them! there is nothing worse than someone who constantly complains to you but ever even takes the time to ask you how you’re doing yourself.

once you’ve mastered the art of expressing your emotions in a healthy way, breathe. whenever you can feel a knot growing in your throat from everything building up, breathe. close your eyes and let it digest. seek comfort. let someone see you vulnerable. it’s okay, i promise. once i learned that it’s okay to be vulnerable, i’ve been beginning to process my emotions properly. and let me tell you, it feels great.

it’s very nice having a clear mind most days. so let your mind be clear. do what you need to do to process what you’re feeling. cry, paint, write, etc. but most of all, talk to someone you trust. i promise you’re not burdening them. if you don’t have anyone to be that person, let me. if you ever need someone to just vent to, talk to me. i don’t mind at all. we all want for everyone to be happy and healthy!

thanks for reading,

peace out girl scout 🙂

Alexa play “Spring I. Allegro” by Antonio Vivaldi

Ahhh spring. The time to breath in the fresh roses and bask in the warmth of the sun. Spring is a time of new beginnings, new comings, new EVERYHING! Sad to see the winter go, but it is time for something new!

This past winter has been an interesting one. I’ve accomplished many great things, let go of some things, started some things, discovered some things, and I even been introduced to new things. This winter has overall been a period of change for me. Has the change been good? I would say yes. Has the change been healthy? I would say yes. Has the change made me sad? I would, again, have to say yes. If you’re like me, you have a love-hate relationship with change.

Change comes in all different forms. For me, the biggest change this winter was coming to terms with people leaving and entering my life. I don’t do well with people leaving my life. Now, when people come into my life, I am a little more accepting of that change. Matter of fact, I am more than accepting of new people. I encourage people to enter my life. I surround myself with people who lift me up and I want to lift others up as well. Sadly, however, people aren’t always permanent in your life. I think this is a lesson I am still learning. No matter how badly you want people to stay, some just aren’t meant to.

With Spring fast approaching, I want to really focus myself on this period of new comings. I want to allow myself to be open to what’s coming. I want my full heart to be put into the next couple of months. I have broken down my goals for the new season into the categories of what I want to change in my life spiritually, mentally, and physically.

Spiritually, I want to connect more with the earth. I have lived my whole life living on this planet without fully looking around to see what I’m actually living on. No, this isn’t some bandwagon I’m joining to popularize the trend of “saving the earth” hashtags that are circling the internet. I genuinely want to start seeing the world. I want to travel. I want to see things that the earth has to offer. This comes from the recent videos of Spanish-speaking countries that I’ve watched in my Spanish 2 class. In the videos, I see the world in ways I’ve never seen before. I want to go to those places and feel the earth in its most purest form. I want to connect myself with those spots and feel the earth as the earth feels me. The mere thought makes me feel good inside. I can’t wait!

Mentally, I want to focus more on my mental health. I often neglect my health mentally, whereas I’m almost always focused on my health physically. I am actually considering going to a therapist to talk about things that plague my mind and put a strain on myself. I have so much to do in my life that I completely neglect that part of myself—the part I need most. In this new season, I want to seriously care for and cater to that part of myself. It is just as important as anything else in my life, and it’s time I started treating it as such.

Physically, I need to focus on getting my SUMMER BAWDY! I have told myself so many times that I am going to start eating right and working out…BUT WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING??? SLEEPING. I need to take this season with all the warm weather to get outside and workout. I need to establish a healthy diet and just start physically caring for myself. I know the body I want and I am determined to get there before the summer. With the summer coming soon after spring, I need to start grinding ASAP!

Well, that’s my spill on the upcoming season. I feel pretty prepared to take it on (despite the inevitable pollen that will try to kill me). Are you ready for the spring? Do you have your goals for the season in line? ARE YPU READY??