There is a girl from Denmark called Cornelia, and she is lovely. Cornelia has blue eyes and strawberry hair. She came to the USA last year as an exchange student. Backstage, before a theatre performance, Cornelia told me all the things most exciting and surprising about America: hot Cheetos! She shined at the mention of dating and boisterous, bubbly teenagers. Prom and milkshakes and varsity jackets; football and parties and pancakes; big tests and big mouths and big dreams. In fact, she has a whole YouTube video on her exchange student experience - you can watch it here . I've been thinking a lot about the stereotypical high school experience, media portrayals of the same, and how they compare to my own. There are glaring stadium lights, paper airplanes. I picture Sam and Patrick and Charlie having a late-night meal at Kings, and Lady Bird, emotional, in a Sacramento car. Cassette tapes. There are Heathers (the movie) and Heather (Conan Gray). Boxed wine, cheap beer. It's all...
My dad says my blog posts are morbidly depressing, so let's make this one decidedly... not. This year, I made a solid $4.21 on Redbubble. Someone bought a phone case I designed. T'was a turtle in a puddle, holding an umbrella. It definitely sang of spring-time. I definitely drew that in five minutes before dinner. But hey, someone bought it! By someone, I mean my friend, Austyn. Knee dislocation by sneezing. I did that. Twice. A genuine feat of nature. My school started to incorporate more diverse books into English curriculum - right now, we're reading Between the World and Me by Ta-Nehisi Coates. Though I'm not impressed by the effort being put into teaching these books (see my rant from early December), I'm happy they're there. It's a start. Abby got into an amazing youth apprenticeship program; she'll probably go in for construction management, and I'm so proud of her. Outside my window at our new house, I have my very own Snow Queen and a who...
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