Essay

HOME: a place where we feel safe, comfortable, and loved. Not  just a physical structure, but an emotional space that provides a sense of stability and belonging.

I don’t know if we’ll ever be whole.  Not that we ever were in the past.  It has struck me, though, recently, that, while we, or at least I, frequently discuss, and, indeed, logically understand that our rights are not our own

My body has an obvious, outward reaction to changes in temperature and lighting. Even when there is snow on the ground, as there is now, in February, I can smell the springtime hidden underneath it.

The irony is not lost on me. The day that Donald J. Trump will be inaugurated, is the same day as Martin Luther King Jr. Day.

My friend, on New Year’s Eve, learned a new word.

My copy of Frankenstein sits on my lap, the old pages glad to finally be read. I began it at the end of eighth grade, and yet I am only a few chapters in now.

Heaven is a state of mind where all your fantasies are actualized.

One of my favorite things to do is bake. When I bake my mother's Famous Chocolate Chip Cookies, the 24 cookies I have baked, are already gone in a blink of an eye! I see everyone with pure happiness.

Every day is a new chance to make a choice—whether it's something good or something bad. Not everyone goes looking for trouble, but somehow, trouble always finds its way to you.

People’s ideas of Christ here are small, frivolous, watered down with weak will. I could (and have) watch (-ed) Jesus’s (God’s?

We are a group of people mostly under the age of 18 that according to the government might as well not exist.

We are underestimated by grown-ups

Because we have not been through all of school.

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