Still Framed

My days of running through the corridors are almost done. Highschool is over, I’m stepping into the real world. With that, comes a sense of...

My hands traced the brown pages of the journal. These pages know me better than I know myself--taking me back to the thoughts of my eleven-...

“Are you sure about engineering and physics? How about something like nursing or teaching?” This is a question I still hear today. It is...