“Most of you set the curve in school, go off and do great things. These kids are 14, and they don’t know where they’re going to get their next meal.” These were the words spoken at the Dean of Students Winter Leadership Conference in January by Erin Gruwell, a UC Irvine alumna who has become famous throughout the realm of education.
In the fall of 2010, the nation was engrossed by a surge of gay teen suicide. Within the span of a few months, nine gay students committed suicide due to bullying and lack of acceptance from their peers.
“Dear Ms. Lee, Thanks for inquiring about our summer newsroom internship. We’ve already filled that slot, selecting a young man who has already graduated from college and has some experience at both news writing and teaching. Your cover letter suggests you are a good writer; I encourage you to try again next year.”
There is an extreme fascination with Hollywood in our society today. The basic questions of what celebrities do, where they go, what they own and what they wear rivals that of a catalogued library.
I was having one of those “I-don’t-know-what-I-am-doing-with-my-life” kind of moments a few months ago. Except this time, it didn’t last a moment. I wasn’t depressed by any means; I was simply frustrated with the routine of my life.
Watching the sun rise in the morning can be a beautiful, if not breathtaking, experience. However, it becomes less breathtaking when I have seen the sun set and rise again the next morning, all the while sitting on my bed, typing furiously to finish an essay.
We were somewhere around Coolidge on the top shelf of some high desert oven rack when my wife Robyn said that the hotel we’re going to serves complimentary cocktails from 5 to 6:30.
Back in the old days (I’m talking about fifth grade) on April Fools, my prank was “The Prank” of all pranksters. During break, I would steal my friends’ brown sack lunches from their colorful cubbies.
