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homeless

i don’t get how everything i’ve built could be so fragile. just when you think your foundation’s set, an earthquake comes and shakes it. next a huge rainstorm. then a forest fire. or a tsunami. each disaster shakes the very … Continue reading

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Adulting

So adulting is hard. It’s not what you imagine when you’re a little kid. Yes, you are able to stay up late and you don’t have to listen to mom and dad. Yes, you can eat whatever you want, but … Continue reading

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Where am I from? Where do I belong?

I am an international student who has learned the ways of three different cultures. The country where I born doesn’t match my passport. My ancestors came from China, but World War II tore them away from their homeland and brought them to the island … Continue reading

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Weekends

Although I chose to go to a boarding school, it’s still nice to get away on the weekends. I’m friends with day students, as well as dormers who live relatively close by, and on some weekends I get invited over … Continue reading

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Move in

The official move in date for my new house is this Thursday and I am in awe at how fast it happened. A year ago that plot of land was just dirt, and now it if skilled with a house. … Continue reading

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Moving

My house is nearly finished. We are in the last week of construction, and it is looking amazing. I am excited that I have a house in Ojai now. I will miss living at OVS with my friends 24/7, but … Continue reading

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The Prickly Plant

On a hilltop the prickly plant sits lying in dirt The humans that pass by question its worth. It starts as a budding spore with no spikes. Humans that touch it have no reason to take flight . The years … Continue reading

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