Quick disclaimer: I tried polishing this piece, but I honestly don’t know to because I think I made some pretty clear connections, but it turns out that I didn’t, sooooo 🤡. If you have any suggestions,[…]
Tag: family
Kal the Prince
What do these texts suggest to you about the nature of HUMAN LONGING and how an individual’s life is shaped by such DREAMS? The Nightingale KAL/PRINCE-Unhappy with the way royals are behaving LUCY-commoner LANE-LUCY’s father[…]
western at heart
“A horse doesn’t care how much you know until he knows how much you care. Put your hand on your horse and your heart in your hand.” -Pat Parelli Hello! My name is Juleanna Kool,[…]
About Me — An Indefinable Definition
Who I am is difficult to express through words. Like a block of clay in a potter’s hand, I am someone who is watered-down, then shape up again, accenting the likable traits, and carving out[…]
This is What Makes Me Who I Am – My Pechakucha
This is What Makes Me Who I Am – My Pechakucha The purpose of this blog post is to introduce myself using a Pecha Kucha that I presented in class but expanded. Typically a Pecha[…]
the life of petrina van nieuwstadt
I was born on August 5th, 2003. My sisters and I were born in Calgary before we moved to China to live there before grade school. Every day I try to remember[…]
Pechakucha – Fanning my cards
Hello there willing readers or people forced to read my post, I’m Zain, and in this post I bring you myself in 10 pictures. The reason the post’s title is fanning my cards is because[…]
the abyss that is her soul
There are no words that effectively describe the horror that fills my body when someone says the words, “Introduce yourself.” Unarguably, it was as if time had stopped around me when Ms. Hunnisett assigned it[…]
Stepping into my Shoes
Hello, and welcome to my first ever blog post! Since this is the starting line of my writing journey, it would only make sense for it to be about the person I currently am, so[…]
The Most Beautiful Moment in Life
花樣年華 The most beautiful moment in one’s life, like when a flower blooms… When I was eleven years old I discovered my love for metaphors – namely that of ones in languages I never[…]
