Musings

When Life Pauses, the Ideas Flow

It’s ten o’clock at night and I’m staring at a screen, staring at the things that I want to write—but nothing’s coming to me because I know there are things that I have to write, and they’re clouding my mind. And on top of all those things are classes, a job, money, food, cleaning, laundry, showering…. The list goes on. It never stops.

Sometimes, though, it’s kind enough to slow down or even pause. Continue reading “When Life Pauses, the Ideas Flow”

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Musings

Taking An Unintended Hiatus

I’ve been slacking lately—not in school work or my jobs, but in general enjoyment. I’ve been slacking when it comes to taking care of my mental health, and I’ve been forgetting that my blog even exists. (I know, I know. How could a writer ever forget their blog, right?) It’s been three months since my unintended last post. Continue reading “Taking An Unintended Hiatus”

College, Writing

I Wanted a Life of ‘Professional Writing’

Over the last two and a half years, one of the most common questions I’ve been asked on campus is, “What exactly to do Pro. Writing majors do?”

Well, I can tell you this: we certainly don’t learn how to stare out the window and write the next Great American Novel. Most of our nights are filled with writer’s block, procrastination, and endless amounts of coffee. At Champlain, a lot of our focus is placed on our futures: where do we see ourselves in five years? What do we really want to do with our lives? Continue reading “I Wanted a Life of ‘Professional Writing’”

Musings

Three Weeks Away From the 2016 Election

We’re on the verge of a pivotal election. It’s momentous, and it’s dangerous. Each candidate brings different risks to the table, risks that could change our country entirely in the matter of four years. And, as my first opportunity to vote, I’m not too thrilled. Continue reading “Three Weeks Away From the 2016 Election”

Musings

Why Petitions Aren’t Enough Anymore

Trigger warning: rape

The Brock Turner case was a giant mess of victim-blaming and white privilege. The rapist got off on an easy sentence because he was an athlete and the judge thought “jail would be too hard” for him. But now, all the outrage, all the activist statements, have fizzled out of the media. Remember the petition going around to recall Judge Persky? It’s still in existence, and it’s been months since it was started. Continue reading “Why Petitions Aren’t Enough Anymore”

Musings

My Second Article is Live

And it feels kind of great. I’ve only got two followers so far, but friends (and people I don’t even know) are sharing my pieces. I feel honored.

The topic I’m writing about is important, and there’s only so much traffic it’ll get after being posted on a blog. The Odyssey publishes to a wider audience. Hopefully as I gain more of a following, more people will start seeing my work. Continue reading “My Second Article is Live”

Musings

When Opportunity Knocks

Writing opportunities don’t come around that often when we’re younger and unpublished. Many of us, myself included, are responsible for tracking down what we want and shoveling our work into the mouths of literary magazine after literary magazine. So what happens when you’re offered an unpaid writing gig that requires one new piece of material each week?

You go for it. Continue reading “When Opportunity Knocks”

Musings

Bottled Up Faerie Dust

There’s a store in Downtown Burlington called Spirit Dancer. The entire place is filled with stones and gems and faerie dust and crystals. Walking in, you catch a whiff of lavender coming from the right side of the store. Glass cases by the counter and in the middle of the store have expensive jewelry and $100 quartz crystals locked inside. All the stones and gems are in dishes along the wall, each with their own meaning and price. There are pendants and bracelets, zodiacs and birthstones, cage necklaces and crystal skulls. It’s entrancing, peaceful, and reminds me of my grandmother. Continue reading “Bottled Up Faerie Dust”

Friendships

It’s Raining Again and She’s Sad

I’ve got this one friend who seems to control the weather. It’s kind of peculiar–I’ve heard stuff like this happening in fairytales: when a princess cries, it rains. For the year and a half that she’s been in my life, the weather always seems to do something crazy when she cries. I don’t know if it’s because she’s the embodiment of innocence and the sky can feel her emotions and tries to sympathize or if it’s always some weird coincidence. Either way, it’s raining in Burlington today. And she’s been crying all morning. Continue reading “It’s Raining Again and She’s Sad”

Musings

From Here on Out

I’m taking my first portfolio class at Champlain this semester. We were all tossed into it without knowing what to expect–even the professor. No one told her what kind of students she’d have or what type of writing they’d enjoy. She was given the class and told that it had to be about media: give the writers a digital present and teach them how to market themselves online.

Continue reading “From Here on Out”

College

Round Two

It’s a little weird knowing that I’m almost halfway done with college, that I’m turning 20 in two months, and that right after my birthday, I’ll have been with my best friend for two years (and going strong). I look at where I am now versus where I thought I would be and, I have to say, it’s a hell of a lot different than what I had in mind.

I had dreams of being a lawyer then a writer then a fashion designer, a nail artist, a journalist… The list goes on. I think every little girl wants to have a career dealing with hair, nails, or clothes at some point in her life. I even toyed with the idea of combining my interests and writing for a fashion magazine. But nothing’s sticking. Continue reading “Round Two”

College

What’s the Buzz About Bees?

As part of a sustainability project at Champlain College, I wrote a flash piece about the final moment of a honeybee drone’s life. It features Evan, a drone bee who’s eager to meet his new queen. Enjoy.

 

Day of the Drone: Evan’s Final Flight

I looked far into the distance: still nothing. I knew it was time to mate—I’d heard through the hive that she’d beaten out the other four “queens” just yesterday. But even though I was better at spotting her than the worker bees were, I’d seen head nor stinger of the Queen all day.

“We get a fresh, virgin bee now that Queen Bella left with half of our colony. I’m not sure who it will be, but she should be coming around here any minute now,” I buzzed to the other drones as we lazed around on the flowers, sipping nectar. Continue reading “What’s the Buzz About Bees?”

Body Image

A Body is a Canvas

There’s a lot of stigma behind tattoos in the workplace. “They don’t create a desired image for the company.” “You can’t have any visible tattoos.” “You’re less likely to get hired for a job if the employer sees that you have a tattoo.” But why is a practice that’s been turned into a form of self-expression so frowned upon by companies?

Continue reading “A Body is a Canvas”

Body Image, Relationships

Let Me Tell You a Story

Relationships are powerful—so powerful that they can disguise themselves as something beautiful when all they do is tear you apart. I had a friendship like that once, with a girl who was quiet around everyone except me, but I didn’t realize it until I was past the point of self-destruction.

It was little things she did at first: insulting other girls’ outfits behind their backs, complaining to me about how they “shouldn’t be wearing them because they’re too fat.” Those clothes were “coincidentally” things that I would wear. Continue reading “Let Me Tell You a Story”