It’s exactly 11:30pm when I glance at the top of my phone where it indicates the current time. Only thirty more minutes.
The time has finally come. I’ve been waiting for this moment since I was four and my family has been anticipating it with equal excitement since I was born. It’s a lot to take in.
Turning fifteen won’t be an easy thing. Why you ask? Because it changes everything. Continue reading “An Awaited Birthday”
Yander Gonzalez has always been considered a pity child. Since he was born, he’s been neglected by nearly everyone who crosses his path: his mother abandoned him at just three months old in Cuba, which left him to his father’s care; his father then married, and just like that, Yander gained a new person who he would call his mother; but recently, his father and the woman separated and he was completely abandoned again by his mother–just that now it was a new one he loved very dearly, and now he was aware that he left her; because of the harsh separation, his father started deserting him and they barely see each other, so Continue reading “A Day in the Life of Yander Gonzalez/ His Story and Development”
Imagine you’re seated in class at your elementary school. Your teacher talks about how today you’ll be learning to divide; you gleam with newfound excitement, eager to start this path towards knowledge that seems to be opening up for you.
Suddenly, you hear a sound–a sound that scares you to your bones and spends creepy chills down your spine: the school’s alarm is blaring and someone’s voice has announced that the school is on lock-down and everyone has to get out immediately. Continue reading “December 14: A bomb threat at Sandy Hook on the anniversary of the 2012 mass shooting”
Despite hearing the constant cries for help that come out of so many children, teenagers, and even adults’ mouths, it appears no one can hear them.
So many lives have been lost this year alone that it’s atrocious.
Despite us asking for such simple changes in our government, more guns are being handed out in silver platters to children, heartless people and worse.
At this point in my life, I can’t go on with my day without hearing on the news a report about a school shooting; Continue reading “I live in fear”
From an interview with Angelica Abreu (Freshman)
“My dad texted me and he was like ‘if you wanna talk to me, just know that I’m here,’ so I was like ‘what?’ I thought he was talking about my brother or something and then he goes ‘yeah you can talk to me, I’m here.’ So then I called him and he goes ‘I saw the texts you sent Nick (my step brother)’ and I said ‘what texts?’ and he said ‘the one that you sent where you came out,’ so I told him ‘um, we’ll talk about that later’ and then hung up. Continue reading “Humans of MLEC: A Coming Out to Remember”
I am my hands. As I gaze upon these two vital parts of my body whose importance and valuable assistance in my daily life I often give for granted, I contemplate the overwhelming and numerous thoughts that seem to emerge as I keep looking at them.
I can almost tell my whole life’s story just by looking at them. Starting from my long and hairy-knuckled (which I’m honestly not very proud of) fingers; one of them in which lies the precious gold and black ring that my mother bestowed onto me about a year ago. Continue reading “I am my hands”
A few days (maybe weeks) back, I decided to submit my article on the women elected for both Congress and governor in the United States. Given the fact that Maelstrom was working on their 4th issue on Feminism, I thought it was a great way to show off my work to the public and overall just my thoughts on the feminist movement and my high hopes for women in the US and around the world.
Today, I am honored to say that my work was chosen to be published and that a wider audience is able to get a glimpse on my views and my writing and that is just amazing. Continue reading “My Work on Maelstrom Zine!”