Monday, March 30, 2020 - 5:11pm
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Think about the last time you interrupted someone during class. I won’t judge. Was it because they were taking too long to finish their thought? Did you think of a better argument and decide to jump in? Were you simply asking them to speak louder? 

Now, think about the last time someone interrupted you. Did it bother you? Did you want to call them out, but were too afraid to speak up? When you tried to speak again, did you forget what you were going to say? 

Monday, March 16, 2020 - 3:00pm
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I was in fifth-grade music class when I discovered my first pimple. It didn’t hurt, there was just a small raised bump on my cheek. I turned to one of my friends and asked if there was something on my face.

She examined it. “Looks like a zit,” she said. “Want me to pop it?”

I recoiled. “Can’t I just wipe it off?” I rubbed my palm on my cheek.

She laughed. “It’s stuck to your face. You can’t wipe it off.” The bell rang and I walked out of the room, horrified, imagining a foreign object growing through my skin.

Monday, February 17, 2020 - 5:22pm
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In March 2019, I found a YouTube video titled How to Remember Your Life that proposed the unthinkable: The only way to remember your life is to delete your photos. Instead of keeping hundreds of vacation photos, you whittle them down to a few and turn your camera roll into a highlight reel. Each photo becomes more precious than before, a real documentation of your memories rather than a dump of disconnected moments.