the taco bell

To my brother and anyone else who might be entering high school... Dear High Schoolers, Welcome to the game. You didn't choose to play it, but here you are. Your eyes are on the screen, navigating the chaos and master levels that we call "high school." It's a game, but not the one with the black and white chess pieces or the white rectangles with polka dots on them. This one's much more personal and can change your future in ways you haven't imagined yet. In fact, it doesn't come with a guide or a helpful instruction manual for when it breaks down. Most of the time you just end up figuring it out as you play. You start at the very bottom; Level One: Freshman Year. Pushed right in, you don't know any of the traps, hidden doors, or shortcuts. Your stats are practically non-existent, but that's completely normal because everyone starts there. Even if they act like they've already passed a ton of levels. As you move up and pass new levels, you ...

My life has been a never ending, gigantic loophole recently: wake up, snooze every alarm, actually wake up, get ready, get on the bus, take a nap, got to school, take a ton of tests, get on the bus, take another nap, come home, get ready for dance, go to dance, get injured, come home again, pass out on the couch, eat, do homework, eventually go to sleep, and repeat it all again day after day. Between all of these same repeated days, I feel completely drained, tired, and exhausted, and wish that I could just be five again: running around and doing absolutely nothing without a care in the world. It feels like I'm doing stuff to just pass the time, but don't know if I'm really getting anywhere. In our AP Lang class we were assigned to read the piece, "The Death of the Moth" by Virginia Woolf. Reading this piece gave me  a new perspective to think about in life. The author describes the moth as "small" and "little," but what stands out the most is ...