Graduation

Emily Yang (11)  | STAFF REPORTER

I’ve always had something more to do. Another thing, goal, task, place to be. I’ve always known what the next step would be. So you’d understand when I say I’m feeling lost beyond return right about now. My college graduation was three days ago. I was supposed to have some corporate job lined up for me the second I flipped the tassel to the other side. I’ll never forget how I felt at that moment, standing on the stage. read more

Roller Coaster

Emily Yang (11) | STAFF REPORTER

I don’t know how I got here. Placed on this specific seat. There is this strange fatefulness about this, as if it’s been carefully set and picked out for me, all of it. Looking around, I notice the endless blue sky, white clouds floating peacefully. The track ahead is white metal. I’m sitting in a singular car, the seat lined with red leather. The seatbelt fastened around me has no buckle. No one around, nothing behind me. No way out. read more