Essay

I am living in chittenden county. 
Last month I could say "I'm proud to live here, where we are handling the virus appropriately." 
And now I say, "What? What happened?" 

but I know what happened. 

 The sound of the creek gets softer as the trees get shorter and we near the peak of the mountain. The brusk fall air makes my body temperature stay low unlike the long, hot hikes of midsummer.

          Summer is over and fall is upon us. Fall in Vermont is filled with pumpkins carved into shapes of cats, witches, and faces, corn mazes that take all day to travel through.

Today is the day! The day where my friend group and I take the bus to New York. Why must you ask?

Dear Corona...

Hey it's me,

I write because my tongue is too tired to speak.  I write because somethings are easier to say if their shaped in ink. I write because I want to say the things that are hard to say. I write because sometimes you don't listen.

It was one chilly winter morning up in Vermont. Maya, an eight year old girl, was still soundly asleep in bed until her mother, Amanda, came into her room after getting a phone call from Maya’s school.

How can we keep John Lewis's legacy alive?
A good question that is, sadly, hard to answer.
People all over the country mistreating others just because of the color of their skin or their culture.

It was the day after it had rained, and the ground was covered in ice. Just a typical winter morning in Vermont. Most people would be inside watching a movie with hot chocolate. Not my family!
 

Winter in Vermont. Most people find it so beautiful, saying they have never seen anything like it.

I have always identified, rather sheepishly, as an intellectual. Considering that I am interested in linguistics, classical history, and mathematical philosophy, It’s the only title that has fit.

Veni, vidi, vici. I came, I saw, I conquered. This is the attitude that allowed the Roman Republic to become the Roman Empire.