We Rebel_A makeshift last meal_The Perfect Chocolate Chip Cookies_Killer Squad
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We Rebel
I stared at the wall. Cold, hard and emotionless, it stared back at me. I could feel its strength inside me, its hardness. I wished I was as cold and emotionlwww.onedoor.ccess as it. Maybe I would be braver, stronger...happier."Watch where you stand, love." A sweet voice brushed past my ear. I spun around, startled out of my thoughts, but I only saw her moving back and the brown, curly hair bouncing on it. I watched, confused, as she made her way into the building.It hit me that I was in school. I clenched my jaw, exhaling deeply. This is absolutely no time to get lost in thought, Arlyn. Taking off with the...
A makeshift last meal
At the start of Friday morning, August 17, Tampa county cheerleaders age 15 -18 were excited to be heading to Florida for a competition but everything went downhill as they entered a winding valley. The bus driver had tried to stop but the freshly fallen snow sent them plummeting down the hill into a clutch of trees and grass below. Twelve girls were hopelessly lost. For the past seven hours, twelve city stickers wondered about being scared and alone. At some point, they circled back around finding the bus once again. Deciding to stay, they weep for the adults. The bus driver died on impact an...
The Perfect Chocolate Chip Cookies
If you ask any normal person, they would tell you that making a chocolate chip cookie is fairly easy. Simple ingredients, simple instructions, simple cookie. But if you’re a people pleaser, like me, then you would argue the opposite. Because the thing about chocolate chip cookies is that everyone likes them a different way. And even though I believe that baking these cookies is a stress inducing process that will likely lead to me spending way too long contemplating how long I should put them in the oven, or whether or not they’re fully baked, I also believe that there’s something to be learn...
Killer Squad
We all have shadows. That dark side. The parts of ourselves that we have repressed, judged, and shunned, to be accepted by society. And it is, for the most part, unconscious, until we have put it into light and integrated it. It’s funny how the Universe set them up on my path. I would have never chosen them to be my friends. Each was different, but each belonged in a category that my ego stubbornly refused to identify with, but that which my shadow kept on projecting. In a twist of fate, they became my batch-mates in medical training. AJ – When I was in fourth grade, I came home happily wit...