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Quarantine and the pandemic is something I never want to remember, yet has been a blessing in disguise. I wouldn’t call myself depressed, but rather, consider myself very sad last year. At home I was alone, my parents both worked their typical 10-6, my sister was up at school, and my dogs mopped around in our lifeless home. School was even worse- some of my friends were hurting my feelings, people started rumors, and I clearly lacked respect from some of my peers.  Being in a pandemic taught me to only keep a tight circle for not only safety, but to remain around the people who I trust and happy around. After all that has been said and done, being the bigger person is just leaving people alone. Looking back, it was extremely exhausting trying to get people to like me or convince them to stick around when I have always been myself. I’ve just learned to drop things, why make everyone like me when I don’t like everyone back. Although I am a grudge holder, I’ve worked on being forgiv...
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Prom

  As a kid, my view of high school was very different from how it actually is now. In the earlier 2000’s high school looked fun to me. In Disney Channel original movies, the high schoolers would have insanely long passing times, lockers, crazy neck to neck football/basketball games, “the popular” table, a generic chess club, open house parties, detentions thrown out freely, non existent school work load, and school dances that actually looked enjoyable.  In High School Musical Three, there's a music number where everyone is getting ready for prom and it was just insanely fascinating (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O9K3sBUwQzU). No matter what movie, the prom looked like the best part. Everyone had a date, and their dresses were big and colorful. I was so excited for my day to come to wear a long dress like that. But I still haven’t. And I never got that date either. Prom got cancelled this year but some moms (including mine) got together to make masked up parent sponsored pr...
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V

  The name “Vivienne” is a french origin and means “alive” from Latian “vivus.”  When I was five at catechism, I vividly remember the icebreaker of saying an adjective and your name. But the catch was the adjective had to start with the first letter of your name. My classmates would say “Awesome Abby,” “Cool Connor,” and “Lovable Lauren” but when it came to my turn, I said “Vernors Vivienne.” Of course my chubby self said my favorite pop that I would pair with ice cream… The teacher said that Vernors wasn’t an adjective but I didn’t know any adjectives that started with a “V.”  My teacher grabbed a mini dictionary and found the word “Vivacious.” The Merriam-Webster definition for “vivacious” is lively in temper, conduct, or sprightly. Ask anyone close to me, and they can confirm that I am truly a vivacious person.  At times, I get really insecure and feel like I am annoying to people. Strangely, I ask for reassurance from those close to me to see if they aren’t sick...
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OOH OOOOh AH Ah

  Coffee is constantly running through my family’s blood. Even growing up- me, my sister Gabrielle, and my cousin Sarah would get babysat at my grandma’s and she would serve us coffee with a bunch of milk in it. But you see, I’m built different. I was born with more energy than a goddamn power plant. I never enjoyed the taste or feeling of caffeine. Of course today I use caffeine in my hectic schedule: school, run, lifetime, work, homework. In the beginning of the year I would take a light caffeine pre-workout, but by the time I got to work I felt like I was going to bite the customers. I heard the caffeine in my voice. Scary. Since I have been off the nasty shit, I’ve been straight chillin except for this last wednesday. It was the hottest day yet of 2021 and I went for a 10 mile run. I’m talking salty sweat in my eyes, and stinging blood running down my legs from chafing. And to think it gets worse… I head to the gym where I hit shoulders, chest, and biceps. A dear classmate of m...
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Q

            My sister is a sophomore in college and she’s absolutely thriving. She never really enjoyed high school, and she was the quiet, unproblematic type with the close friends from elementary school. There was never a specific instance or reason to hate Troy High for her. I’ve actually had good times, and sometimes I get scared if I’m currently peaking because of her.  I think a big part of her happiness from college is having new friends, a downtown area, and a boyfriend. Boyfriend. I don't really have trust issues but I heavily don’t mess with this mofo… There’s some off juju about him and I have no evidence to present a solid motive to dislike the dude. I always bring him up because she is too shy to say anything but I will just be spacing out during a conversation and be like why did I even ask. He’s also not ugly, but I just don’t like his face, if that makes sense. And the worst of it all is his name is Quinton, not that it matters, bu...
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SWIFTY

I am a real swifty.  I can’t stand when girls say they are a swifty and then be blabbing about literary folklore… I have been listening to her since I was five and know every song on every album. She was my first concert, and I have seen her at Ford Field three times since. I picked her because her songs have inevitably been by my side. THE WOMAN SPEAKS TRUTH!  The best part is, she makes money just shitting on her exes. She has so much confidence and success and has stayed so humble. She can give you country, pop, calm bobs, and an AMAZING documentary.  #Teachlivingpoets
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Christmas Cactus

  Write about a time you put the pieces back together...literally....figuratively.  What was born?  What was leftover after?    I remember growing up my dad would always prize a Christmas cactus in our family room. It was so out of place and I never noticed it's true beauty. As a young girl, it was just like every green plant. It was his grandmother’s that he preserved for years.  Before our nightly prayer our dad would always tell us bedtime stories. Yet these weren't a fantasy , they were real life. I could probably outline my father’s whole childhood with his grandparents. We loved hearing the stories just as much as he loved telling them. He would always become so passionate and have such high respects for his grandparents.  One day when my sister and I were messing around in the house we broke the vase and the plant went everywhere. It was too delicate and too late. He was so close to crying.  Sooner than later it was replaced by not...
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