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Must-Have Sims 4 Mods
I’m not a big fan of most video games, but one of the games that I absolutely love is the Sims 4. I first started playing it on the Xbox, but quickly became bored of it because of one simple problem: The game was ugly.
A little bit more of Amy March
Amy March is much more than what a lot of people think.No, she is not only the sister who burned Jo’s book. Or the one who got away easy. Or the one who stole Laurie away. She is the one who made mistakes and asked for forgiveness.
Maybe, Maybe
Last year, over the course of the summer, I became a deep fan of a band called AJR. Though I’d known a few of their songs since middle school, I had never delved deep into their music. I didn’t know how much I’d grow to love the subject matter they focused on, from the struggle to feel creative and unique, the struggle to keep up with fans’ ever-ballooning expectations of their music, the constant chaos and turmoil of the internet and content surplus, and so much more.
The Color of My Wind
Recently, I tried the Aldo & Barbie Collab pink platform shoes. For those who have not seen them, they are these beautiful chunky heels that have a pink silk fabric, a beaded heart in the center, sparkly pink glitter bottom, and an essence of what Barbie is: girly and simply beautiful.
Mr. Paul's Laser
I love everything about sailing. I love it when the wind whips my hair towards my face, when it’s January in Rhode Island and my fingers get numb from the cold, and when salt water gets in my eyes during the first leg of a race, exactly when my vision is most important.
The Sidekick
The stall separator on my left is carved with the same drawings that were there when I was a foot shorter. No one ever used the bathroom because the fluorescent lights had a habit of going out, the air was offensively humid, and the stench of wet grass never left even in the hottest Texas weather.
Passion Over Grief
When I first started figure skating at the age of four, I would’ve never guessed the impact it would have on my life and well-being. Throughout all these years, although I wasn't seen as a figure skating "prodigy," my passion kept me going.
Dear 2024
You have finally arrived and I find myself standing at the edge of a significant transition in my life's journey. You represent not just a year on the calendar to me, but a threshold between the familiarity of my past and the uncertainty of my future. The closing chapter of my high school days will converge with the dawn of college and adulthood.
Living With Ourselves
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.” - Oscar Wilde
Moments
With every passing day, my memories of my childhood fade a little faster. It’s a thought that I wish could be an exaggeration, but with photos, documents, videos, and all other sorts of digital files keeping intricate records of my personality at every stage of life, I have proof that my life is far larger than I remember it being.
A New Year, A New Me?
The highlights of a year are intertwined with who we have become through the hardships and successes we experienced that year. As the year comes to an end, we strive to learn from our mistakes and go down memory lane to see all we lived through.
In Case They Ever Invent a Time Machine
Looking down at you makes me feel tall. I forget how small you are till you pretend I can’t keep up. Holding my hand and dragging me to play in between crinkly eyes and obnoxious giggles, screaming in between winded laughs as I chase you, once I catch you, I spin you, with over-dramatic words about how great you are at games. You smile, asking me to pick you up again just because I can.
Skin
From peers, mentors, teachers, and friends, I've often gotten comments on how mature I am for my age. I'm logistical when delegating tasks or work, realistic when reflecting on my progress in mental and physical health, determined to fulfill a future career path, and very good at offering advice to those in personal conflicts.
Growing Pains
I am a product of years of suffering. A product of men and women who were cut from steel. Men and women made grotesque from their broken dreams. They are all cracked hands worn from labor and hushed whispers directed toward their faith.
Our Sci-Fi World
As we continue to advance into our modern age, technology advances at a very fast rate. With only a few simple taps from the small electronic rectangle in our hands, we can talk to anyone we want, as long as we have their contact information.
Not Just Dolls
Every year, for as long as I can remember, my aunt has taken my mom, my sister, and I to the American Girl store in Chicago to go shopping and get lunch for mine and my sisters birthdays, and this year was no exception. You may be wondering, aren’t you a little old for dolls? And yes, I am, I don’t enjoy them like I used to anymore. But, I have a little sister who is nine years old, so I get to keep going until she decides she’s done.
No Sabo Kid
One of my biggest struggles growing up was knowing who I was. I knew my mom is American, with blonde hair and blue eyes. My dad is Mexican, with black hair and brown eyes. And people always said I took after him.
My Living Textbook
Just over a year ago, I began writing letters to my great grandfather as often as I could. An ample vessel of knowledge, my 95 year old great-grandfather has lived through war, political turmoil, economic instability, civil rights movements, and other infamous chapters of US history textbooks.
Artificial Incessancy
first learned about visual art artificial intelligence programs about a year ago, when I discovered one by the name of Wombo Art online. It was a website that could take word prompts from a browser, combine it with an art style of choosing, and generate a picture based off of both. Though I was skeptical of how effective it’d be at first, I decided to try it out- and the very first prompt I ever put in was my own name, T-Wolf.