I don’t remember a United States of America before 9/11. In fact, I don’t remember 9/11 very well. All I remember is the stillness and quiet that washed over my school as the teachers periodically huddled in the hallway and conversed in hushed tones. I remember my friend’s brother pulling her out of class. I…
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Identity Shift
Identity is a funny thing. We think we know ourselves and then something will happen that will make us question everything. This year for my birthday I gave myself the present (yes I give myself birthday presents…SELF LOVE!) of doing a hair transformation. I did this last year when I cut off over 6 inches…
To Remember
I wrote the following essay 5 years ago in my rhetoric class. While it makes me cringe to reread my old writing after all this time, I want to share it as it was originally written (with grammar errors fixed and necessary edits completed). It highlights a concept that shapes a great deal of my…
Hardy Girl 