Time flies. I’ve heard it a thousand times, but I’ve never felt is as acutely as I have as a senior in high school, seeing this past year disappear ..
IT FILLS ME WITH NOSTALGIA TO SEE
HOW I PRESENTED MYSELF BEFORE …
THAT WHEN SOME..
Talking to strangers has never been my forte. In social situations, most of my time consists of me with my eyes downcast, standing at the edge of th..
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Since elementary school, one of my closest friends has been a girl named Emily. She was a dollop of sky blue on porcelain clay ..
Eyes are those magnificent instruments that let most humans see the world. I seem to have an obsession with eyes, because I find myself drawing eyes..
At the end of my block, in all of its chipping yellow paint glory, sits a child daycare center. My memories of the years I spent there are muddled a..
Welcome to the studio! It’s senior year, and my time as a student in San Francisco is coming to a close. Approaching is a period of new beginnings a..