I feel as if the doors have closed too soon, and yet I am still standing in the frame, wincing as the click nips my nose and pinches me into reality. Continue reading The Impending Time of Summer
In my long life, spanning 16 years, I’ve come to realize that first impressions are overrated.
People have fears. Fears are a part of human nature.
Some people have arachnophobia, a fear of spiders.
Others have acrophobia, a fear of heights.
Are your SAT scores high enough?
Are you sure your G.P.A is high enough?
Are you sure you’re going to get in?
“The pen is mightier than the sword,” said Edward Bulwer Lytton.
Indeed it is. For the pen can cause great emotional maiming, while the sword only yields temporary, physical impairment.
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Remember how I mentioned that I was absolutely terrible at baking in 8th grade?
It’s been about 3 years since then, and I’ve grown not only physically and mentally, I’ve also grown as a baker. Continue reading Building your Pastry Chef Reputation
When life gives me lemons, I make Lemon-Blueberry Chiffon Cake.
It’s the summer now. The weather’s getting warmer, the clothes are getting shorter, and the fruits are getting sweeter. One of my favorite things to eat, in the world, are summer fruits. Mangoes, lemons, pineapples, the list is endless. The best thing is coming from a hot day, and engulfing a large bowl of fresh, cold fruit.
Lemons and blueberries are one of my favorite combinations on the entire planet. The tart, sour taste of the lemon is brightened and complimented with the sweetness of the blueberry. And, the yellow and blue color of both fruits is such a cheerful and happy combination. I mean, how can you not be in a lively mood with blue and yellow?
“I dunno, she’s got gaps, I got gaps, together we fill gaps.”
Rocky Balboa, Rocky (1976)
I took a field trip yesterday. “To where?” You may ask. Well, it was least like any other field trip I have experienced, that’s for sure. For one, there was no permission slip. And, it was spontaneous (for our class, not for my English teacher who planned it), and hit closer to heart than I originally thought. Continue reading RE:Framed: The Little Things