Bri's Own World

It was the second “official” birthday party in a long time. All though middle school, it had been just me and Rachel. But this year, for my fifteenth birthday, I was determined to reclaim some sort of my childhood. Read More…

Since my birthday is coming up in 20 days, I’ve decided to reminisce about some of my former birthdays. Enjoy. Read More…

Dear Mitchell,

It’s been nearly fourteen years since I’ve seen you. That’s a long time. And we still have some unresolved business that I’d like to discuss. First, I want you to read an excerpt from this journal entry I wrote a few months ago. Read More…

I snicker as Shawn throws another bit of paper into the boy’s hair in front of us. We’re supposed to be paying attention to an astronomy lecture, but the constellation of white stars in the black mass of hair is much more interesting. The boy still hasn’t noticed, concentrated on the next origami unicorn he’s making. I’m ashamed of this memory.

When I first met Jenaer, I didn’t expect to talk to him, let alone become friends. He was different from anyone I’ve ever met, and that’s saying a lot. He was quiet and awkward, and I was loud and growing more openly confident each day.

After a year of emails, arguments, outbursts, and silent treatments, I realized that I’d gained a new friendship. It’s not a conventional friendship, and it is in no way always cordial, but it works.

Jenaer gives me a new perspective on life. There is very little we agree on, short of an unspoken mutual agreement that bickering should replace conversation. But he’s always saying something interesting, and I’m always looking forward to it.

This week, the nice thing I did was, again, something that I didn’t do. But this time, it’s not about keeping my mouth shut when I’m talking to annoying people. Read More…

Tonight, I had the honor of dining then bowling with four of the smartest people I have ever met. Our acquaintance was made through speech and debate. They’re from a school nearly a half hour away from me that offers an IB program, which is something that I don’t know much about other than the fact that it is for smart kids. Their names were Matt, Joe, Arielle, and David. Read More…

Today’s story of my past is a big realization. I used to-ok, I still- apologize all the time. For stupid things, for random things, and for things that I didn’t need to. The latter was the most prominent. The “confession” below is something I gave to Dylan during sophomore year, after a long era of him refusing to speak to me and being like a jerk. And it kills me to realize that I used to take the heat for him hurting me. Like it was my fault. And it wasn’t. Read More…

When I was a young’n, I had a friend named Mariah that lived down the street from me. I quite liked Mariah; she was interesting and knew people who were older than us (we were six). Read More…