rebelling against low expectations
I drove past a rainbow on my way home yesterday. Stripes of color fluttered in the breeze, the flag displayed in my neighbor’s front yard more proclamation than decoration. It’s interesting how a simple piece of fabric woven with a certain pattern of color can make such a bold statement. It’s a symbol of solidarity and inclusion. Of embracing one’s “true self” without shame or reservation. It’s a...
Picture this: It’s a Monday afternoon and I’m in my bedroom with my computer open, desperately trying to block out the noisy background so I can focus on my online class. I can hear my brothers fighting over who knows what downstairs. My sister is scream-crying. Someone is stomping up the stairs yelling right outside my bedroom door. I silence my Zoom screen so my classmates can’t hear the chaos...
I used to hate people. I didn’t hate them so much as I thought they hated me, and that’s why I hated them. Bad philosophy, huh? Ever since I was the new kid at a large church in sixth grade, I’ve been trying to figure out what it means to live in a world with other people. This adventure has been filled with ups, downs, and a variety of creative hiding places. I’ve been hit in the face by...
rebelling against low expectations
