In my dreams, sometimes at night, I imagine a forest, except it’s not an evergreen, birch, acacia, or oak forest. It’s a forest of citrus…
The summer before my senior year of high school, I had a “conversation” with my dad about college applications. I wouldn’t call it a real conversation as that implies both parties were talking. While my dad asked me questions about where I would be applying, I stared…
Writing is not something I am good at. From primary school to high school, my writing class has always been my biggest headache. On the one hand, I have rich emotions, but I don’t know how to express them in words. On the other hand…
Coming into this course, I felt a sense of uneasiness and dread for what was to come. I had never been a fan of writing as I never really could articulate my thoughts well. I thought this course would be something I would struggle through and not learn much from. In reality, my experience was entirely surprising. I…