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Memories Forgotten

Memories Forgotten

 

I flipped over the picture, no marks or names scribbled in pens, a dateless memory lost in time. Four friends, two on each side of me gathered around the small oval table. My ageless birthday presents overfill the table, leaving my childhood best friends sharing the chairs that were covered by cushions. My mom and I had spent trips back and forth to home improvement stores in search of the perfect match of cushions to our lightly faded blue and white house. The dark edges creates a circle around the five of us, so innocent, young and carefree with our stylish 90’s multi-colored floral one pieces and our matching haircuts of straight across bangs that we all swore we’d never go back to.

On the left side, the little black girl completed the line of friends. We were never close, I don’t even know why she was there.

CasaAVID ‘12 by Samantha Marti

CasaAVID ‘12 by Samantha Marti

I stepped onto campus, avoiding all of the construction and made my way to my safe haven. Passing by the usual high school cliques, I kept my head down to ensure I didn't give someone the wrong look. I was avoiding confrontation and continued on.

I turned the corner, made the last twenty-five steps toward the deep blue door. I was there. B3 painted in white block letters on the door. I walked in and glanced around the room, allowing in the fresh paint smell of the teal and brown walls irritate my nose. I think back to day one in this class, sophomore year, a new comer in AVID. I never thought I was going to be able to bond with everyone else; now I can't imagine what will happen after June, when we’re all leaving our nest and beginning our lives in the "real world."

One Body, Two Worlds by Natachi Mez

One Body, Two Worlds by Natachi Mez

I’ve never really walked through the mind of someone other than myself. I’ve attempted it, but then again, how could I be accurate? I don’t know what makes me different from every other girl in the world, but I know the factors that multiply to equal me.

I remember, when I was a lot younger, I wanted a more common name. How many people do you know with the name “Natachi?” I wanted the straight, flowing hair. I wanted the hourglass. As I continue to evolve into a young lady, I embrace my culture. I love my name, which means “from god.” I embrace my hair, and I appreciate everything I have because without them, who would I be?

It’s funny sometimes, looking back. Thinking of all of the ridiculous things that ran through my mind and straight out of my mouth.

When function comes first

When function comes first

Mossimo dress via Target - 2011 - $17 (similar) / Three Dots cardigan via Anthropologie - 2010 - gift (similar) / Mossimo Versie pumps via Target - 2010 - $10 ( Read More

Developing Good Study Habits

Developing Good Study Habits

How do children learn? Step by step. Lesson by lesson. Skill by skill. Some students will be better at certain academic aspects than others. This is what makes each student unique.