Tag: Passions
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More than just my skin
Identity is so strange at times. Some days I feel I know exactly who I am; other days, I feel like I have barely scratched the surface. Of course, a part of me still caters to what people expect of me, silently molding myself into a more digestible version of who I am in order…
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Ch. 6 • Food for thought
Validating my reality In one of my final lectures for my marketing class, my professor asked students to stand up if English was not their first language, and had the class give us a round of applause. I stood up and as I was walking out shared with my friends that it made me really…
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Ch. 5 • Hoarding Memories
Memory boxes I have a box filled objects, polaroids and letters. I have treasured that box and opened it up every once in a while. I am a very sentimental person, if I could, I would keep every single ticket stub, little knick-knack. I used to store all these away in the hope that one…
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Chapter 4 • I hope “I do!”
Falling leaves & fluttering thoughts Autumn has always been my most adored season, the crisp air, the warm sweaters and the smell of spices in every coffee shop makes my heart flutter with excitement. Autumn seems to welcome me like an old friend. As cheesy as it sounds, Autumn makes me fall in love with…
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Chapter 1 • the beginning of everything
Growing pains – adulthood and awakening When I was four, I thought I knew exactly who I was. I was a determined girl who wanted to be a corporate lawyer. I barely knew what it meant to be a lawyer, yet alone a corporate lawyer. It sounded good though! My parent’s friends looked impressed and…
The Journal of an Amateur Adult 