Life is a Rubik’s cube; very few can figure out theirs quicker than others, some solve theirs in time, and the rest just don’t bother. I managed to decipher one side of my life: high school. I graduated; I didn’t falter and flunk out, or have to repeat. I have achieved one out of six parts of my life.1. Graduate High School2. Graduate College3. Have a Successful Career4. Get Engaged &...

High school is most likely the largest pit where jealousy and hatred manifests itself among teenagers. It’s much like the infamous Greek goddess of discord Eris tossed her golden apple into to, just so the all sorts of anger would swell into an epidemic. The judgment, lies, and rumors clasp on someone’s tongue; within contact with anyone, they catch the illness. The judgment, lies, and rumors...

Alright, so I have this pet peeve. I would like to give all the credit to my family, who has always taught me to say “please”, “thank you”, and “excuse me”. This ultimate pet peeve of mine is when people refuse to use manners! I suppose many have not been taught to use some manners since I have faced it when working with the public.If you have or do work in a fast food restaurant,...

While I was scrolling through random pictures on Pinterest in the humor category, I came across this one photo of a girl. This girl named Laci Green.I never knew about this girl until I clicked on this picture. I automatically opened a new tab to Youtube just to watch Laci Green’s videos. This girl has spun my views differently. As I sat on the spinning wheel, she swung me around from viewing...

I have recently pondered about a certain decade within the ages that I feel many over look or don’t acknowledge. The Roaring Twenties (1920s) in the culture of the United States is recognized for its lovely women flappers and suave gang members during the Prohibition, as well as the Immigration Act of 1924 and the Scopes Trial. Some even think of how baseball was so popular then, too. (Give some...

Pull.Pull.Pull.I was in the fray of playing tug-of-war with an eyelash. I had the urge and I needed a release. I had that ‘certain feeling’. That right moment of when my eyelash root was ripe for the plucking. Between my middle finger and thumb was the one imperfection I needed to yank out.Hair is one of the universal images of beauty. The type of hair that flows out from the scalp and the...