Today, I learned our school has little respect for us and our administrators made a choice to alienate themselves from the students they are supposed to serve and protect. Read on
Tag Archives: my story
I can't even count the number of college applications I filled out yet never submitted due to my paralyzing fear of feeling I wasn't good enough. Read on
After embracing my authentic self during the span of an academic year, I packed my bags to head home — and, with my clothes, conditionally put away a part of myself. Read on
I could hardly sit still in my seat on my flight to Spain. Once I got there, I often thought of the Latino and Hispanic people back home in America — and how some Americans mistreat them due to the language barrier. Read on
This was not a suicide attempt. This was the precursor. This was the consideration. I should’ve called a helpline. Or texted. Or called my psychiatrist. I should’ve done something to help me recover. Read on
Getting ready to transition out of high school, I am learning much about myself, what makes me happy and most notably about how I undercut myself. Read on