Tag: Disasters

Thank You.

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Me

On the Hill word press has served as a great outlet for all my moods, disasters and has allowed me to document my growth over the past 2 years in America. Regaining my passion for writing through this medium, I am thankful for the experience and I have learned so much.

Blogging has taught me how to write, document and learn from others. With the help of this and my teacher I have been put on my path being connected with a passion for journalism, media and writing.

I don’t know where I’d be today if I hadn’t participated in this class and had the guidance. In fact I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be going anywhere.

It’s strange how by doing the simplest things and making the right decisions we grow and progress so much. Like I’ve said many times before it’s the whims we take and the things we fear the most that make us grow and that’s what’s happened to me.

Today is my graduation. I would have never thought I’d be saying that 2 years ago. I’m so thankful for the education I’ve received, the people I’ve met and the teachers who have guided me making me a better person and putting me on my path. I am also thankful to my parents and I owe them sincere apologies for the way I treated them before the move.

Moving forward is the only option in life, take opportunities and follow your heart and you will find true happiness. Trust me, I’m talking from experience.

Blackout

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I woke up in the dark. My sense of time had been lost and my eyesight had been compromised due to the unknown amount of time that my eyes had been blissfully shut. It was absolutely silent around me. The ringing in my ears was deafening and there seemed to be no sign of commotion anywhere. Where was everyone? I sat up and frantically looked for my phone, which I found beside me. It was 7:29 on a perfectly average Monday night on the Ojai Valley School Upper Campus, except for the loss of electricity.

No lights, no power, no preparation. I found myself mindlessly walking toward the lounge where forty-something girls stood scattered among the feelings of chaos. Dorm parents were ordering the students around like a sheepdog would herd petrified sheep into formations we call single file lines. There we were, forty-something girls, in the dark, trying to organize and comprehend why exactly they were all in the dark.

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