Cdub D.C. Club

My first half of the day is spent testing for AP English Language. I'm excited, I know this material, I've been studying it for two years now. I hesitate to write my essays but putting my pen to paper, I don't stop for forty minutes. I do the first, the next, then the last. The day started grey and cloudy, making this test a bit of a drag, but when I am done and dismissed, I open a door to open skies and sunny air. It's my last day of high school. I have waited for this moment for countless days, begging and crying for it to come sooner, yet it always felt like the days were dragging on. But today, I feel a warmth and nostalgia, knowing this is the last time I may ever walk these halls, and those dragging days I complained about have faded to feeling like yesterday. In desperate need to retrieve my flask I left in the testing room, I go to my vice principal who was more involved in my freshman year. My bad year. As he walks me to the room to unlock and retrieve it, I th...

October is National Domestic Violence Awareness month. The topic of it hits home and is not an easy thing for anyone to talk about, I think. It has been a year since the #MeToo movement has gone viral and a little over a year since I realized I was in an abusive relationship and left. I would also like to acknowledge that, if any of you feel you're in a toxic relationship, you should leave. It is extremely hard, and I understand, but it will never get better. Ever. Though I feel it is a safer place on the internet now, I disabled comments, and will likely never choose to open them. If anyone reading this feels a bitter or sour way about what I have to say, I suggest you just leave the blog as I finally have the strength to tell this story. I am not asking for you to believe me, I am only doing this to symbolize that my abuser no longer has the mental hold over me as he used to. I also want everyone reading this to know I consider myself a survivor, not a victim. Going into fresh...

When 9/11 occurred, I was still an infant, but my knowledge on the topic is extensive thanks to my mother who has taught me that the day should never be forgotten, as well as what it meant for this country. As I was stumped on what topic or subject I should write next, one of my younger friends texted me. She is only a few years younger and didn't understand the outcome of that day. She was shocked the most to know that a lot of things were very different before. Therefore, it inspired me to ask a handful of adults in my life about their own lives before 9/11. I am a liberal with many different views, and proud, but that does not mean I can forget an event that has defined, not only our country but also the rest of the world. Every year, I solemnly take time to reflect on the events of this day. To ask about a world before is only to honor the lives lost, not to forget, to be nostalgic, and to reflect on how we can try to make the world a better place. N.V., 43 years ...