“Oh my gosh! Was that the last order?” I said over some frantic button smashing. “Omg, I think we just four-starred. Omg, we beat it. It’s over. We beat the game!” My brother was yelling over the ending credit music of the game Overcooked . The game we grinded over for weeks, countless hours sitting on the living room couch. Day and night, we were coming up with strategies, stressing over eggs, dirty dishes, and uncooked pasta. And now, we finally beat it... But how ? How cou

Simplicity & Beauty of the Channelled Whelk  As I read Anne Morrow Lindbergh book Gift from the Sea, I could not put the book down because I felt as if I related to each specific shell. However, the one I resonated with the most was chapter II “Channelled Whelk”. This chapter reminded me of a current issue I face, which is finding “simplification of life” (Lindbergh 18). When I was 8 years old, my father brought a huge Channelled Whelk, I could not-—till this day—hold the sh

More than a Word, Less than a Definition     My parents always speak about me getting married someday and having kids of my own. However, in their perspectives that future is me with a man. Their traditional values decide what my love life should look like, without considering the fact that I have my own wants and dreams that do not fit their idea of love. I often find myself feeling uneasy whenever my parents bring up the idea of kids or marriage with me—a feeling rooted in

Written by: Leslie Guerra In the exact moment you walk away from your high school’s closing doors, you think about how many other ones you’ll open. At least in my experience, as I walked away, the wind hit my face and demanded I didn’t look back. With proliferating nostalgia, I simultaneously longed for the uncertainty of where I’d go and who I’d become. I knew that the most certain thing about doors was that one closing opens thousands more. I knew that regardless of what t

A theory that changed the way I learn about reading, writing, and learning all started in my college biology class. Mr. Castillo would assign my class homework every weekend, this consisted of reading three chapters from a biology textbook and questions to answer over the weekend. I remember the countless hours I spent isolating myself from my friends and family in order to study. I would stress myself out reading page after page, from the textbook, but no matter how much I r

By Leslie Hernandez Calladita Te Ves Más Bonita In a world where the word “feminist” is a bigger threat to the government than a gun, and the inclusion of every new gender to be a part of this society has started a evolution towards a greater equality ever imagined; we often times misinterpret these acts of “progression” as a new beginning. Believing that we are erasing the misogynist past of our ancestors and are rewriting an ideal concept of what “life” should be like. Par

If you happened to have stumbled upon this website and ended up on this article, you are probably a first year composition student. We know it can be a little overwhelming with transitioning from high school to college, but we promise you it’s not going to be easy. That’s if, you decide to procrastinate on your essays. Don’t worry, we’ve all been there, it’s college and you have to make mistakes in order to learn from them. Remember, there’s no time to waste. Know that if you

First Year Composition Students’ Voices We go through most of our primary and secondary education being told how to write. We were taught to follow guidelines and were graded on our ability to do so. We go into college thinking that these guidelines still remain, yet all that changes our first year. College should be a time for us to be objective and speak up not to be close minded. In college we are expected to write the way professors want us to in order to pass and that's