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It’s a bright sunny day in the middle of August. Rolling hills and green grass surrounds you as you breathe in the fresh country air. Cows silently chew their cud while someone in the distance yells to herd them in the pasture. A tractor is... (more »)

There I was, four years old, standing in the driveway, then bounded by snow, of what used to be our home in Washington D.C. My Washington Nationals jacket kept my body at a cozy ninety-seven degrees, while I witnessed my dad and uncles load the... (more »)

My favorite black ink pen sprinted across the spiral notebook page, frantically attempting to keep up with the flood of thoughts seeping through my inspired mind. A meek smile nudged my cheeks as I worked through the page without hesitance, the... (more »)

My grandfather, a retired French engineer and fine wine-lover, once told me the secret behind a spectacular wine’s taste was its unique terroir, or the combination of the soil, gradient, and weather. Like wine, we are all influenced by our... (more »)

Have you ever thought of what we are made of, what makes us who we are? Scientists all over the world are scratching their heads at this one question, constantly trying to find a solution. The String Theory is one idea that resounds with me. The... (more »)

When my parents decided to come to America for a better life, they knew they had to do it for the better good of our family. I had not existed yet in this world when my mother and father crossed to America, but eventually I would have my arrival.... (more »)

When I tell people I want to be a doctor, they usually say something like “oh, how wonderful!” or, “that’s really neat!”. But oftentimes they give me a look that plainly says, “you’re crazy.” Why would they think I’m crazy?... (more »)

The Heart of Darkness depicts Marlow's journey into the Congo to find Kurtz, leading Marlow to fight for his survival while finding his inner self. Marlow's journey parallels the journey of the hero, as Marlow enters the Congo as an... (more »)

I remember waiting in the yard as the sun set blood red and amorphous amidst the haze of the coming night. I sat on the ground, legs crossed, tiny fingers tugging at the grass roots beneath me. The neighbors were up and I could see their... (more »)

It was on a sizzling summer’s day when third grader, Jayla, and I were having a conversation as we swung on the swings on the playground of the Boys and Girls Club. “I bet I can swing faster than you!” Jayla teased. “We’ll see about... (more »)