Cdub D.C. Club

Twenty four hours ago, I was getting frustrated in the shower because I couldn't shave a certain spot on my leg. Today, I feel like time is not moving and I have been awake since seven in the morning. The morning after graduation is slow and unmoving. My hair is still curled and brows still done. It is so odd that yesterday, the door to the world was open and through it I heard the loudness, saw the busyness, and felt the overwhelming feeling of hope. Today that same day is shut and locked, my clock is broken, and the silence is louder than the noise from yesterday. It is a jarring feeling compared to yesterday's festivities, making me feel lost of all that hope. Every year, I have always expected to go to school, and know exactly what classes I'd be taking, who I would see. Now I have none of that sense of security. Yes, I know what school I'm going to, what I plan on studying, but that means nothing. For thirteen years the government has ensured I am educated and teac...

Some of the most amazing airports exist within California, however, El Semental is based  on none of them and exists  wholly within my               own imagination I was ten years old, attending an elementary school that looked like it had not been renovated since nineteen-seventy-four. The paint for hopscotch on the blacktop was faded, the numbers painted in pastel, tetherball ropes long from white, and the tree in the middle of the yard so big it could tell stories from one hundred years ago. It was November fourth and a couple days ago I had been dressed as a ballerina witch, as I had been in ballet for eight years already, but couldn't wear that attire to school as my mother was scared I'd fall and rip my tights or scuff up the soft leather of my ballet shoes. I had been drinking the strawberry milk that I would always get. I don't know why, but the recess had been longer that day. Long enough to be reading Breaking Dawn ...