Vivienne's Views

  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...

  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...