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Reflections on The Craft
By Connor Huffman There are times I wonder if I’ll succeed. I question my definition of success. Will I be known? Remembered? Will I fade? Perish the thought, yes—still, It troubles me. I question my definition of success. Does it exist simply in the making? Perish the thought, yes—still, It troubles me, the thought my name will not be relevant. Does it simply exist in the making? I lie awake—await reassurance. The thought my name will have no relevance, a dreadful tormentor
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May 142 min read
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Eleven Years
By Nina Bodnar This is my moment, my final test of the season. The berry-sweet smell of makeup and anticipation fills my nostrils as I shift my weight, taking great caution not to give anything away with my tap shoes. D.A.N.C.E. by Kristin’s 14th annual showcase, presented at a local high school, is about to come to a close with this year’s senior tap piece, one we’ve been competing with and attempting to perfect for the last six months. I close my eyes and relish the before
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Fishing with Dad
By Thalia Ramirez WHOOSH. I heard my dad, four feet away from me, cast his fishing line into the ocean. My dad looked at me, waiting for me to cast my fishing rod as well. I was scared. What if the hook magically managed to get stuck in my skin? I looked at my dad with fear in my eyes, and he started to laugh. “Thalia, everything will be fine. You’re not going to get the hook stuck in you.” I nodded, and I managed to muster up the courage to put the fishing rod over my s
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Dance! Dance! My Ballroom Evolution
By Aelan Lee My hand felt as if it might melt a hole in my dance partner's shirt from all the hot sweat I was producing. Logically, I knew she wouldn't mind; she was used to all the sweat and stink and puffs of bad breath that came from partners less hygienic than I. Yet the fear remained that I was the worst of them all. I mean, would she be brave enough to tell me? Probably. But that's beside the point. Ballroom dancing is both an art, a sport, and a team game. You have to
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Love Letters on Feminism
By Nina Bodnar As I write this, I feel it necessary to consider my personal values and how they have shaped my thinking. I have always identified with feminism, even before the term was introduced to me. Being a feminist, to me, has always meant standing up for women and their rights—whether that is cisgender women, queer women, trans people, women of color, white women, old women, young women, or anyone in between. It’s always meant having the freedom to choose, and feeling
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May 149 min read
Cowboy Hustle
“Fan, fan, fan,” she tells you; you watch her feet carefully. “Then point, point, tap, tap.” Her boots hit the ground with a satisfying click. Your dirty tennis shoes squeak. “A little quicker. Next is point, tap.” You are practicing in the hallway to the bathrooms, someone walks by, and you stop. Your eyes stay locked on the floor. “Point, tap,” she repeats, unfazed by the man who looks at you, confused. You do what she says. “Step.” You try to remember why you agreed to t
Abigail Lebowitz
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(Author) and the Fish
In 2020, at the height of isolation, my days were spent in my bedroom, on my laptop, alone. In the morning and through the afternoon, I had school: a time when my teachers would greet us as best they could, staring at their computer cameras. The more “classes” we had, the more we could see the despair, hopelessness in their eyes, but no student was brave enough to make their face or voice known—what was the point?—our meetings remained silent as ever. Between meetings, I’d
Laura Wong
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Bright Ocean Sun
Through the persistent rain of Washington State, the Sun shines bright on the Salish Sea. Cormorants move silently through the air, while gulls laugh and dive under the chilled cover of water. Ferries bus commuters and sightseers along the evergreen coast. A small section just off of the unfathomable expanse of the Pacific Ocean, these waters house seals, salmon, and majesty. Underneath the shroud of liquid, large shadows speed by, choosing when they want to be seen—when they
Alexa DoVale
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The Man In The Gallery
Szentendre was supposed to be a quiet stop—a charming detour on a long study abroad trip through Central Europe. Sometimes, it’s not the grand landmarks or centuries-old churches that leave their mark. Sometimes it’s something smaller: a flicker of connection, a conversation you didn’t see coming. That moment found me on a crisp winter afternoon, the sky a soft, gray canvas overhead, my breath curling in the cold air as I wandered just a little slower than the rest of the gro
Triniti W. Brown
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The Forgotten Geniuses of Society
The year was 2003. August 30th, to be precise. The time was roughly approaching 6:00 in the morning. After facing three excruciating...
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How To Find Yourself During the End of the World
Ever since I can remember, I have always been a reader. Although I was apparently reluctant to actually learn how to read, once I did,...
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Riverview
The third floor is where they would place their healthiest residents, and that was where my grand-mother, my mother’s mother, lived when...
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