Ramen. The go-to cheap food for the everyday college student. Let’s be honest, the reason people buy ramen is because it only costs about a quarter per package. Continue reading
My mother always told me “there are no losers in the war of baklava.” She’s right, in a way. Thin flaky layers of buttered dough with nuts and sugar spread in-between, caramelized in a homemade syrup and garnished with pistachios makes it difficult to dislike baklava. Continue reading
At the risk of sounding arrogant, I get a lot of compliments on my skin. I usually get them when I have a nice layer of BB cream on. It makes my skin look natural and dewy while still covering up any “imperfections.” But that alone does not make my skin look flawless. I’m here to tell you that a good foundation application always starts with a good skin care routine.
Hello, welcome to How to Convey Emotion. In this essay, you will learn how to show your peers what you’re feeling. This can be useful to anyone who has difficulty proving their humanity. Continue reading
A blue day is often a dreary one; rainy with the sun not even an afterthought. It is rather strange for me to think that a horse named Blue could evoke the opposite thoughts and feelings. Continue reading
It was the summer going into my freshmen year of high school. Most other people my age were anxious over all the changes about to happen: new school, new teachers, and new friends. But for me, I was obsessing over the new mare that had recently been brought to the stable I ride at. Continue reading
There are three of them. There are three of them. There are three of them. This was the conversation my parents had when three foster kids were delivered to our house. The whole world seemed to have stopped. Continue reading
“Your face looks weird.”
I had meant to say, “You’re making a weird face,” which, in hindsight, would have caused less of a conflict.
“Shut up, terrorist.” Continue reading
The weather seemed to quickly be changing from a warm September to a breezy, cool October. I looked away from the houses blurring by as we drove to the doctor scheduled for today, and instead looked down at my swollen fingers; they made for a rather unsettling look for a sophomore in high school. Continue reading