Senior year of high school I had the same future plans of my peers. I would finish up college, get a terrible job that just barely paid the bills, move into a tiny tiny apartment where I always heard the traffic, and stay in on Friday nights because I was broke poor. It's not even a pretty future. In all honesty, my hopes during senior year weren't that big. All I knew was that two years from...

I remember when I really started to notice that I was different from my friends and classmate. Every child has this experience, this awakening. We're all different for many reasons; we all come across this realization at different ages. Now, I'm not talking about "she has blonde hair but I have red," realizations. No, that's something you learn early on. I'm talking about more in depth...

I'm a west coast girl. Born and raised, here to stay. But part of me feels like I don't belong here anymore. I go home to Olympia and feel left out. I go to Seattle and just feel out of place. Even where I am now, Spokane, doesn't work for me. I'm at that time in my life where I can literally go anywhere. Once I graduate I won't have a job, an education, anything that will hold me back. I am able...

I'm scared.Terrified actually.In four months I will be walking across a stage in a black gown, receiving a certificate. I don't know what I will be doing the next day, week, month, years. I don't know if I'll have to move back home or if I will have found an amazing job somewhere far away. I don't know if I will travel with my the money family sends me or save it up for a rainy day. And this, this...

I have this power--some might consider it quite awesome. I can pretty much become invisible in a room full of people. Literally, this is totally true.Last night my house held a birthday party for me and one of my roommates. Of course, all of my friends were either working or not in town and couldn't make it. So my birthday party was a bunch of people I didn't know. But even though I knew no one...

Life is not about happiness. At least, that's not what I was raised to believe. I think parents would be lying to their kids if that's what they said. There are happy moments in life, and there are terrible ones. There are choices that are right, and ones that end as a terrible mistake.My roommate asked me, for the millionth time, why I chose to go to the university I'm at right now. My answer...

There's a moment in life when you just need to write. Of course, most people, at some point or another, write on a fairly regular basis. Myself, as a college student, writes an extreme amount on a daily basis. Most of this is anything but fiction.Here's where I'm at right now: My hand is cramped by the end of the day to hand write in my journal-therefore I will not be doing so in the near future....