Reviews. Art. Poetry. Short Stories, and more from a black girl’s perspective.
March 6, the Friday before my spring break began, I worked from noon to around 5, got a pizza for dinner, and took the bus to town for a fun night out. Little did I know that would be my last shift, last time dining in, or having any late night fun in my college town before the pandemic tightened its grip on what was my normal.
Continue reading “Being a College Student during a Pandemic”It didn’t dawn on me until later in the fall semester that it was a very bad and very dumb decision not to bring my car to university with me. It dawned on me even more in early February.
Continue reading “RVWJC: A Lot of Driving”
In the past 12 weeks(?), I’ve lost count, I have learned to think more and more like a journalist in every aspect of my life. This is especially applicable when it comes to my social media and social life in general.
I used to allow my shyness and anxiety to hold me back from a lot of potential opportunities to connect with others and get to know them better. I was able to do that for so long, but it has cost me in ways I’ll explain later.
Have you ever been asked why you are the way that you are? If so, it could be taken a number of ways.
You could take it as a compliment like, “Oh, this curious person is interested in me!” Or you may be unfazed by it as if it’s a perfectly reasonable thing to ask, maybe as natural as them asking where are you from or can you cook. Or you might take it as a unique conversation starter.
Continue reading “Why Are You the Way That You Are?”