Pinetrees and Orange Juice

i just want to see the world.

Cuba is the Capital: Poem Three

this is what they talk about


this is what they talk about when they talk about freedom.

it’s the lack of concern for the sweat that

mats my hair to my head

the ocean-chilled air with no barriers to swish

past my goose-bumped skin

the glistening whirl of an old engine

begging you to question its last ride.


it’s the marmol cut with the firm “buenas”

that reverberates through the morning

the careless swirl of buildings never-ending

the want for human vocals

i never knew i needed.


this is what they talk about when they talk about freedom.


the ever-green patria i caress to sleep each night

that holds me back with no concern but her own.


it’s the smooth edges of pillars

the peeling of a mural you hope will erase

the world’s problems.


my god, how i’d love to live with freedom forever

is that you calling out to me?

i sure hope so because there’s no color sweeter

than the jalea of your voice.


this is what they talk about when they talk about freedom.


Cuba is the Capital: Poem Two

you always see them coming


these snail shells glide so fast you wouldn’t believe your eyes

eyes set far back in themselves but always carnate

some have two, three or even one-

it depends on the journey’s length

and sometimes on how much the sun wants to love that day.


colors like coral and dolphins spinning like

a may day parade

but here the kids don’t dare join

at night when they glisten like night-sky stars

moving like lightening

with intermittent lacunas like fireflies

that mark the start of summer.


it never ends here.


dashing from coast to coast

i wonder how they can get anything done

and the caterpillars are worse yet

a ringed black belt that twists and turns

insides like membranes dotted

they screech and holler to let you know they’re coming.


ants sometimes get in the way

but they learned to proceed with caution

lest they join the stars in the sky

full of ants who wouldn’t listen.

Cuba is the Capital: A Compilation of Bi-lingual Island-Inspired Poetry (Poem One)

This semester, I’ve gotten the blessed opportunity to study in Havana Cuba at Casa de Las Americas, an institution that was created in 1959 in order to unify Latin American culture across the Americas and Caribbean. Thus far it has been incredible, from the statues to the kind people to the fresh and filling food to the inspiring museums and art. So… this has inspired me to write again. During my time here, I’m challenging myself to write. And write a lot. About everything. That way, when I look back at my time in Cuba, I’ll remember how I felt, what I saw, and what inspired me.



a sense of being


what i crave most is the smell,

the aromatic whiff of hands

callused by the sun and machines

grinding away the dreams of ancestors;

the passing thoughts of children who

spend their days looking at the sky

wondering how their hands’ creations

made their way into such a beautiful masterpiece.


(you know, masterpiece spelled backwards is inspiration).


the sun’s rough caresses like

sitting on bedsprings rusted

from the homeliness we carved into it

i yearn for the colors my fingers imagine

when they glide on decade-old

library desks and flowers on trees-

i wonder if they’re there by imagination;

colors too unnatural to have been there for centuries

and palm trees that feel like their roots haven’t quite

grasped the earth beneath them.


what i crave most is home,

and not the home etched by front-lawn impromptu football sessions

or christmas lights

but home right here, with you

where the sun never sets.

10 Ways to Have A Happier Period

What a beautiful time. People of all shapes, sizes, colors, abilities, genders, etc. experience this so you’re not alone. But the issue is that we’re taught to find it disgusting, to even hate our bodies during this time while not understanding the tremendous courage and love we are exuding. My aim in creating period positivity in my life means inclusivity of all of the people who have been excluded by this movement (including people assigned female at birth, people with uteruses who do not menstruate, girls and women who do not menstruate, people of color, people that are differently-abled, and the list goes on). I hope to make discourse on periods more inclusive and all-belief embracing as I possibly can. Everyone is welcomed!

  • Thank your body. It’s incredible what our bodies are capable of doing, of being blessed with the ability to move and breathe and love. We need to thank our bodies – not just for periods – but for all they allow us to do. Having experienced a time in my life where I was so unhealthy and starved that I went months without a period, I am so grateful for the red splotches I find on my underwear every month because it means I am in a healthy place in my life and my body is working the way it should be. Sometimes we’re dealt unlucky hands in life and it is during these times especially that our bodies require us to be resilient, strong and grateful. Following are several ways to thank yourself but my favorite is through daily affirmations such as:
    • ◦”I love myself deeply and completely”
    •  “I experience all that life has to offer with gratitude and humility”
    • ◦”My heart is full of love and joy to give to myself and to the world”
  • Eat healthy foods rich in magnesium. Magnesium is always talked about when you talk about periods- and for good reason. It assists in muscle relaxation which leads to less cramping and possible pain. Foods rich in magnesium include leafy greens, quinoa, bananas, and nuts. My favorite period food is my Red, White, and Blue Quinoa Breakfast which is vegan, healthy, and rich in magnesium. period2
  • Try some tea. You can make a special blend for the times when your body is experiencing menstruation or you can just sip away. My favorite is Japanese Sencha and herbal teas are best for nourishing your blood and cleansing your body.period3
  • Heal with chocolate. I tend to be one with a sweet tooth anyways but especially during my period when I crave dark chocolate with sea salt and almonds. Marveling at the goodness in these treats makes my belly warm with gratitude towards the world and my taste buds. I was lucky enough to have had my period while on a trip to Puerto Rico during which I treated myself to a dinner at Casa Cortes ChocoBar and had a dark chocolate milk, chocolate churros, and chocolate coated with almond cheese. Highly recommended!period4
  • Give yourself a massage. Before going to bed, I like lying down with the bottoms of my feet touching and knees to the sides (lying butterfly position). I place my hands on my belly and take a few deep breaths, feeling my belly rise and fall as my lungs expand and contrast. When I’m most comfortable I then begin to massage my belly gently in circular motions, imagining my muscles relaxing and blood flowing ever so smoothly. period5
  • Utilize oils and aromatherapy lotion. If you’re feeling particularly spunky during your belly massage, you can rub massage oils on your belly and all over your body. My favorite is a local oil concoction made of rose, vanilla, and patchouli that I rub in my hands with shea butter and smooth over my belly. Funny enough, I use this same mixture as an everyday deodorant.period6
  • Relish in a warm shower or bath. This is best done before going to bed because you’re most vulnerable and relaxed after a warm shower or bath. In honor of environmental conservation I simply shut the windows in the bathroom and turn the shower on its highest heat to maximize steam in the shorted amount of time and once it is at optimal steam I reduce it to a lukewarm feel. This is a time to be mindful and really feel the squeaky cleanness of your hair after shampooing, the soft bubbles of your body wash and the smell of the candles you left burning or roses at the bottom of the bathtub. Take your time to allow your pores to open and your body to relax. Some recommendations are making your own bath salt mixture, using a bath bomb, or burning a selection of incense. period7
  • Use the power of meditation and yoga. Every morning before starting my day I take a few minutes to tune into my body and thank it for a beautiful sleep and the day ahead of me. I pray and meditate my energy to a swell and happiness to its height. Following I practice a self-guided bed yoga or follow a video by a YouTuber I’m fond of that week. period8
  • Take a nap. This is one the best remedies for almost anything, but especially for showing your body love in this time of tenderness and beauty. Find a quiet spot and curl up with a good pillow and nice blanket to take a well-deserved nap. If you have pets, even better. My favorite is lying on the couch in the living room with the blinds up and windows open so I can absorb all the Vitamin D and nature’s breeze possible. Deep Exhausted Sleep
  • Get some one-on-one time with Mother Gaia. This can come in the form of a stroll through your favorite park, mindful venture down the street or sitting in a garden admiring the flowers, critters, and dewy grass. During this time, exercise is highly recommended whether it be running through the mountains, hiking, playing soccer with friends, or dancing in your backyard. period10

Much love to all and happy bleeding!

My Life-changing Morning Routine

“… and then you sit in silence and do nothing.”

Hmh. I wondered what was happening as I read through Hal Elrod’s Morning Miracle (with skepticism). I’d first heard of him during the IMPACT Alternative Breaks Conference in St. Louis this past spring. As I glanced over the various workshops and speakers for the conference, my eyes stopped when one popped up about maximizing productivity. In the western, capitalist-centered world we live in, we’re always talking about and entrained by the idea of doing more and doing better. I wondered if this would be different. It was, but not in the was I expected.

The whole discussion centered on the speaker’s successes, his education, and his peppiness. At first glance, it seemed fake and almost forced but as the talk went on I realized it was genuine enthusiasm and happiness. I wondered where I could get some of that.

He then came to briefly mention the Morning Miracle and how it was great and everyone should read it. I wrote it down because he seemed so convinced of its awesomeness but I didn’t open the book until this summer. Then my life took a turn for the better.

I’d always complained about not having a morning routine, about not having the dedication to maintain a routine. It was a slump of feeling sorry for myself, practicing self-hatred, and then forgetting about it until the next time I realized I didn’t read enough or hadn’t practiced yoga in weeks. After reading the book, I was stupefied. It was actually a pretty easy and flexible process. This new morning routine that I could mold to fit my day, that I could change depending on how much time or energy I had in the morning. I could add a few minutes here, take some away. I’ve been practicing this routine for the past 5 weeks and quite honestly, I feel fantastic. I could go on forever talking about the benefits of this routine, of it’s role in my “Summer of Personal Development,” etc. but I’ll just get to it. Here it is, condensed and ready to incorporate into your life.* What I really love is that it’s easy to remember what to do because it follow’s Hal’s acronym Life S.A.V.E.R.S. S is for silence .A for affirmations .V for visualization. E for exercise. R for reading. And S is for scribing or writing.

5AM: Wake up, brush teeth, drink 8 oz of water & change into workout clothes

5:15AM: 5 minutes of silence (I like to meditate and pray)

5:20AM: 5 minutes of reading affirmations (I have a list of about 20 in my journal I like to read aloud)

5:25AM: 5 minutes of visualizing (I started out looking over my dream board but now I visualize every step of my day doing tasks happily and efficiently)

5:30AM: 5 minutes of journaling

5:35AM: 20 minutes of reading (right now, I’m reading Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s Americanah)

5:55AM: 20 minutes of yoga

6:15AM: 30 minutes of exercise in the gym (I like using the treadmill, rowing machine and elliptical best)


Doing this routine, I have definitely felt a difference: I sleep through the night, feel more energized throughout the day (minimal to no yawning), I’ve been more motivated to eat healthier, and I feel stronger. What’s not to like.

But…. what if I don’t have time or want to sleep in?

Glad you asked. I allow myself a day a week to sleep in past 5AM but I still do the morning routine. And if I’m running late or just not feeling up to it, I modify the routine. Instead of spending 5 minutes in silence I do it for 1-2 minutes. Same for reading and yoga. I just shorten them. The benefits are still there.


Happy mornings to all!


  • I highly recommend reading the book or at least a summary of the chapter in the book because I believe they’re highly integral to implementing the actual routine because they speak to the role

2017 Travel Wish List

I never knew how important travel would be to me until this past summer when I voyaged alone, visiting New York City and Toronto. It was a small, but very effective start to my love for travel and adventure. And now having left Denmark last week, I’m itching for more. I want to have clear goals for this year to make it the best yet. I want to make this year count, to learn from others, and to come to understand that the best way to spend your life is by getting to know the world and the people in it. So here’s my travel wish list for this year. Who knows if I’ll make it, but I’ll sure as heck try!

  1. Puerto Rico Related imageImage result for san juan puerto ricoIt’s the raw beauty that draws me in. The lively culture, wonderful food, and glorious people. Oh, and the beaches. From San Juan to El Yunque, I plan to make this an adventure of a lifetime. Puerto Rico here I come!
  2. Boston, MA
    Image result for boston
    Image result for boston summerWhen it comes to Boston, I’m drawn to the history. We hear so much about its richness, its inventiveness, and I’ve never been able to revel in its wondrous past. It would be perfect for a nice weekend trip from Baltimore. Using Megabus, I’m bound to pay no more than $40 roundtrip!
  3. Philadelphia, PA
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    What I’m most excited about is the Silent Philly Party (you get headphones with unique music and jam out so everyone’s dancing but to different beats!) and Oval Opening Day where the Oval is lit up and beautiful.

  4. Montreal  Image result for montreal attractionsImage result for montreal attractionsWhen I think Montreal I think quirky and out-of-this-world! I want to see street art, local shops, and trippy sunsets. For this I’m thinking a week- any suggestions?
  5. Iceland
    Image result for reykjavik iceland northern lightsI’ve dreamt of seeing the Northern Lights in person for the longest time. What a way to see the world! To be in a place where all that matters is the night sky and warm cider, no place is better. The time to go is next winter, with a puffy jacket and a smile to go.
  6. Oslo, Norway Image result for oslo norway fjord
    During my trip to Denmark, we were able to make a weekend trip to Sweden but couldn’t include Norway. But Oslo is the way to do it! The plan is a two week trip to Reykjavik followed by Oslo and ended with Dublin. I can’t end the year without visiting their world-famous fjords, now can I?
  7. Ireland
    Image result for wicklow national parksEver since I first watched P.S. I Love You, I have been OBSESSED with visiting Ireland. Wouldn’t it be wild meeting the love of your life while strolling through Wicklow National Park? And don’t get me started on the pubs. I’m way too excited for the beer- sign me up!
  8. Brazil Image result for salvador brazil
    I hope to end the year on a warm note by checking into Brazil, preferably on a study abroad trip. I’ve been taking Portuguese for the past 2 years and it’s about time I put my skills to use. Caminhar na praia e bebendo caipirinha- legal!

Now go out there and make some goals for your 2017! It’s about time we all take charge of our lives and really make the most of our time here- seeing wonders and truly living life!

A Tale of Two Brothers

Beyond the border.

You always hear the tales of people coming into the United States in hopes of a better tomorrow, in hopes of attaining the “American Dream” for themselves, for their children, for their country. But you rarely hear the stories of the people that have to leave — especially the stories of people who don’t know life beyond their suburban home in Florida or the Kroger’s in Texas. These stories are lost or hidden beneath the illusion of wonder and beauty that blankets outsider perceptions of the United States. To them, the U.S. is seen not as a place in need of repair, but as a place where everyone’s dreams come true and everyone can achieve them if they just work hard enough. But we all know that is not the case. It is not the case for those millions incarcerated every year, for those families who are broken by deportation, for those who fear walking alone at night. But this is not about everyone. This is about my story and how deportation broke my family. This is the story of my two brothers.

It didn’t happen all at once. Time was meticulous in its winding course and decided it best to allow us to collect memories before erasing the future.

I was born in sunny Jacksonville, Florida, along with my younger sister, in the late ’90s. My parents and my two older brothers, however, arrived here roughly 20 years ago with minimal knowledge of the country and even less about their futures. They received their visas and from then on had to walk on eggshells to ensure their stay in my country. My brothers soon enrolled into a neighborhood elementary school, and my parents began searching for work. It was a nice life, and I remember laughing while we bounced on a trampoline, sticky from the summer sun, and played Barbies together in ways only children know how. I remember their toothy smiles and the way that Marco liked to mix his mayo and ketchup as dressing for steaming french fries, and how Jose’s go-to snack was a spongy Twinkie. I remember them getting older and bigger as I did the same. We stretched into the sky with hands grasping for stars and possibility. Little did we know the stars would lose their light and possibility would turn into heartbreak.

Marco went first.

It happened all at once. I was getting ready for school when, as I was pinning back the last baby hairs to my scalp, I heard rapping at the front door. It was my other brother’s girlfriend telling us that there had been an accident with Marco. A swerve-and-miss type of car accident but nothing grave, just a few scratches and shattered glass. But that trite moment was the moment it all changed for us. He was escorted away in a vehicle I knew all too well was not where you wanted to end up. He was away for a while, and we longed for his presence and his laugh and his compassion. He would send us letters on prison stationary telling my sister and me to be good in school and to listen to our mother.

On the back of the letter, there would be sketches of roses and thorns, a reminder that life’s troubles seem to have a meaning in the end. Or at least that’s what he believed. I remember my mother driving down the nine hours to Miami in hopes of appealing his case. She would do this a number of times that year. It was a long year. I accompanied her once with my sister. It was the last time she would go to Miami.

I wrote a heartfelt letter begging the justice system to have mercy and to not take my brother away from me. To not take away the person who taught me how to read, who took me to the doctor’s office when I got sick, who took me out for breakfast before school. We got a chance to look at him on the sad monitor (as he was not allowed to be present) after he was denied and he looked so thin and pale. He was diagnosed with diabetes as a preteen and, in a system where not enough money is allocated appropriately, I can only imagine the emptiness he felt. I remember crying.

I remember crying salty tears and not knowing how to stop them from rolling down my puffy cheeks. It was worse on my mother, who had my brothers very young and cared for them on her own until she found my dad. She was always very fragile. He was sent away to Mexico, where most of my family lives. He was loved by everyone, no doubt, but our family was fragmented by then. We were a bright red rose that lost its petals, never to hope for their return. I never got to see him afterward. He got sick, and that was the end of it.

Then came Jose, the oldest of the two.

He was always very rowdy and rebellious but I loved him nonetheless. He dropped out of high school along with my other brother. I like to think that it was because the education system does not cater well to immigrants or to Latino boys in particular. I like to think that it was because they wanted more in life than the school could offer. He’d gotten in with a not-so-good crowd and made some poor decisions, but I don’t see his white equivalents bearing the same consequences that he did. On numerous occasions, he was incarcerated, but I don’t think from his own merit. I mean, whose fault is it when a room full of students can’t seem to pass math? The students or the teacher?

The last time was the final time and as simple as that, he was deported with the swish of a pen. It was immensely difficult for him. Not being able to write in Spanish was hard enough, but being perceived a delinquent by both the town and our family was another. He left behind a pregnant girlfriend. Three years later, his son has never even seen his face and maybe never will. I hardly talk to him because I have no words for the loss in my heart. I have no words for the confusion I feel and the injustice I can’t seem to shake away.

It’s a difficult thing to talk about. You’re taught it’s shameful to have an immigrant family. It’s a shameful thing to be illegal. You’re taught to forego Spanish and learn to be American in every way imaginable. You’re not educated on your rights, on your parents’ rights, on anything worth learning. I hope that one day they will listen and stop breaking apart families. I hope that those families broken apart will receive justice.

I hope that organizations like the Esperanza Center and La Familia keep fighting and that more narratives are brought into the light. I hope that we no longer have to mourn the loss of our brothers, of our mothers, of our children, and that this will truly become the “land of immigrants” and the “land of the free” we’re always claiming it is. I hope we educate ourselves about our past, about the United States’ past, about our laws, about our rights. I hope we never again have to worry about losing the people we love. And I hope we never lose ourselves and never believe our stories aren’t worth sharing.

For more information on Immigration non-profits, Immigration Laws and Deportation in the U.S., check out these links:


Esperanza Center

Immigration Law in the U.S.

My Immigration Story

American Immigration Council

Immigration Legal Resource Center

‘Orange is the New Black’ and the Black Lives Matter Movement

Warning: Content Warning and Spoilers.

Sitting on a caramel-colored couch, leaning as far forward as my body allowed and clutching a colorful, plume-stuffed pillow. Teeth clenched, popcorn strewn across the coffee table and floor, and the faint but rhythmic beating of my heart. That was me binging the ever-so-intense “Orange is the New Black” when it came out on June 17.

No one ever believed the Netflix Original series would make it big — not the writer, not the producer and not the actors themselves. Some of the actresses, like Samira Wiley, even kept their old jobs because nobody knew whether the show would be received well, let alone become the most-watched show on Netflix to date. Four years later, people are still raving. You see Halloween costumes of “OITNB” crews, books being published about it, and articles galore.

The reason that so many people love it is because it’s different. It’s compelling because it delves into the power of prison dynamics, because it revolts against the system and injustices that permeate it, and because it portrays women as strong and fierce and beautiful. The storyline began as a WASP’s journey through prison, facing her ex-girlfriend, crazy inmates, unhelpful guards, and a useless fiancé. And while that may excite the small percentage of rich, middle-aged ladies who get more manicures a month than I can count, it certainly doesn’t stop there. The show targets any and all women, men and human beings alike because it is so diverse and unique. The show that started out white-focused grew into a platform for conversation about Latinx and black lives so beautifully that I couldn’t understand why nobody had thought about doing it before.

The show creator, Jengi Kohen, sought to humanize prisoners and shed light on the prison systems, drenched with cruelties and injustices like solitary punishment and ineffective counseling. Through flashbacks, the audience is able to connect with the characters and understand that the shootings and the killings and the social disarray in our world involve real people. Learning about Taystee’s experience with the foster care system allowed me to understand why she’s so grounded and family-oriented. Going through Daya’s pregnancy with her illuminated the lack of dignity prisoners receive. Knowing that Bayley, the kid who used to scoop ice cream, was the one responsible for Poussey’s death made our feelings all the more difficult to process. It’s supposed to be complicated. Life imitates art, so they say. And here, they did a fine job representing that.

But this is not about me and why I like the show. This is about the bigger picture. This is about how “Orange is the New Black’s” new season could not have come at a better time. Amidst all of the news reports of mass shootings, murders of transgender women of color and police brutality, there was no better way to reach a more diverse audience than through television. The show drew us into it, into the lives of the many inmates, where we experiences love-hate relationships with Pennsatucky and Piper, full-on hate relationships with Vee, and never-ending love for characters like Taystee and Poussey. Through portrayals of injustices within a confined space like a women’s prison, “OITNB” writers and producers allowed for an organic dialogue to be produced about social injustices. Season Four’s focus was on the Black Lives Matter movement. Four years after the murder of Trayvon Martin and the hundreds of other individuals whose lives have been lost to hate crimes and police brutality, the movement has only grown, gaining more and more support for political reformation and police restructuring.

In Season Four, we follow the “OITNB” crew through a “White Lives Matter”/Nazi-based movement accidentally led by Piper Chapman, clear guard preference for white inmates, and Poussey’s tragic death. Chapman’s development as the “annoying” and often-cringeworthy character is not accidental. We’re supposed to learn from the mistakes of people who believe themselves better than others, from those who do not value loyalty and friendship, and those who don’t know real compassion. We grow to love Daya for her kind heart and love for useless Bennett and her newborn baby. We sympathize with Suzanne “Crazy Eyes” because she’s locked in a sea full of crazy, suffering from mental illness, yet not receiving the help she needs. We realize that hateful people exist, and that by allowing hatred to fester (much like Piper did), movements like the “White Lives Matter” plague grow and create an unforgiveable culture of travesty and brutality.

Through television, “OITNB” is able to tackle the microaggressions faced by the Black and Latinx communities and dissect what it means to be marginalized and disempowered — a powerful effort, especially within a women’s prison, where civil liberties are often ignored and where people are forgotten by the greater society. Instances include scenes like like when the Latinas were more likely to be frisked than the white crew, where the first person tackled during the peaceful protet was a black woman, where a transgender woman of color is pushed to attempt suicide because of ongoing harassment, and where the white crew defends their TV rights by calling the Latinas degenerate and discriminatory names. This is the world we live in. The final blow, the accidental murder of Poussey during the final episode, culminated seasons’ worth of discrimination and name-calling into a single moment, forever etched into the memories of viewers everywhere. We are supposed to feel angry and scared and like we’re close to vomiting. We’re supposed to want to fight back.

These acts of violence transgress the cement prison walls and wire fencing into our own lives. We see it every day. We notice that police presence has increased in predominately black neighborhoods and that blame on crime rates is placed on the neighborhoods in which they occur and not on the system that birthed the crime itself. We notice that significantly fewer Black and Latinx folks attend schools like Johns Hopkins, even though the city’s population is majority black. We notice that foundation brands carry colors only from “Ivory” to “Sandy.” We notice these little things that construe a culture of fear — a culture where Black and Latinx folks must walk about with eyes on the backs of their heads, fearful of police and fearful of authority because it has failed us and our people so many times before. We live in a world where trauma and tragedy occur on the daily, where young white cisgender boys are excused of brutal rape but where an innocent and defenseless black man can be shot at the blink of an eye simply for being black. We feel the rage and the sadness and the fear that the inmates feel because we’re supposed to rise up. We’re supposed to stand up for what we do not like and for what is wrong in our society. We’re supposed to fight back and reclaim our freedom and demand justice.

It is shows like “Orange is the New Black” that provide a platform for conversation about the social failures of our society that continually disempower Blacks, Latinx folks, and people of color in general. The rise in social justice-oriented television and film work educates people who otherwise wouldn’t understand what it’s like to be discriminated against, who don’t have black friends and who don’t quite know how to ask the proper questions. It is shows like “OITNB” that illuminate the systematic oppression faced by millions of people for nothing more than the superficial or the undeserved.

Black Lives Matter is not a moment, but a movement meant to inspire revolution and systematic reorganization of our society and our world. The movement aims to eradicate the institutional and almost secured fatal targeting of black people and secure a lived equality for all. And if creating a show about a women’s prison brings us one step closer to revolution and equality, then so be it. I will stand behind my Black and Latinx people every step of the way.

15 Myths About College

  1. You have to do it. College isn’t for everyone and that’s okay. There’s no point in paying thousands upon thousands of dollars for doing what you don’t like. Many people say “it’s for the experience” but I don’t know of any experience worth $300,000, do you? (I personally love college and only am doing it because I want to)broke.png
  2. You’ll be going out EVERY weekend. This is only true if you make it true but…. don’t be that person. You need to set aside time for proper studying, really hanging out with and getting to know your friends. Also being trashed 24/7 is hardly good for anyone’s reputation. study.jpg
  3. You won’t gain any weight. This is the biggest lie I’ve heard in the history of the universe. I haven’t weighed myself but my pants tell me I’ve been putting on quite a bit. And that’s fine, it’s justifiable. College = stress. Plus food is everywhere you go, especially if you have unlimited meal swipes. Lucky for me I only have 14 a week! fresh15.jpg
  4. You should have your major declared when you walk through the door. I’m a sophomore now and I’ve literally changed what I wanted to do about 10 times in the last month. I’m sure this will continue until the day I “declare” officially and that’s fine. Right now I plan to just remain calm and let life take me where it must. dog.jpg
  5. You’ll remember everyone’s name. I avidly tried to remember everyone’s name. I used all the tricks Google could offer and still I only managed about 80%. Not bad right? Tell that to the 20% that called me out on it. Yeesh, we’re only
  6. You’ll find the love of your life. Well, I don’t know about this one but you shouldn’t bank on it. It’ll consume you like fire, so best to just let destiny unfold. love.jpg
  7. High school prepared you well for college. Absolutely not. 8-3 daily classes, cliques, order, school buses, etc. Here you wake up as late as possible, there’s no time for cliques, everyone’s always everywhere, and no school buses in sight. It’s a blessing but I wasn’t prepared for this craziness. Oh, and I think I have to file taxes this year?!
  8. The professors are amazing. Some can be. I have exactly 2 that are. The rest are either rude, I’ve never spoken to them, or else they’re pretty intimidating. But all is well. Oh and did you know that teachers teach while professors simply profess? What am I paying this money for then? prof
  9. You should overpack. No, just no.  over.jpg
  10. You really need that drying rack. Who doesn’t love wrinkly blouses and faded jeans?
  11. You won’t ever have problems with your roommate/suitemates. This only happens if you let it. Set rules and don’t be passive aggressive like me and complain about them to your friends. I actually like them now, go figure.
  12. Everyone will LOVE you. They might! But don’t expect it. Just give love and ye shall receive.       smile.png
  13. You’ll be staying up all night, every night. I haven’t done that yet, but then again I prioritize sleep above all else so….
  14. You don’t need a planner. My planner has saved my life countless times. I have 2: one to act as a calendar (what is going on when) and another for to-do lists (not a real planner I suppose). plan
  15. You should just break off High School friendships. You will probably stay in touch with max 5% of high school friends. I’ve stayed in touch with 3. No shame.

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