Author: Bri

Dear Starbucks,

Since your comment email only allows me to write 2600 characters, I’ll keep this brief. Basically, I wanted to commend you on your brilliant fall coffee, particularly your pumpkin spice latte. It’s an incredible gift to mankind, and I would just like to thank you for this contribution. No matter how stressed or upset I am, your blend of espresso and pumpkin flavoring always perks me up. I look forward to leaving the house because of the sweet promise of what I associate with a warm, liquified pumpkin pie. I truly don’t know what could be better.

Regards,

Bri

There’s this certain type of person that I really can not stand. I know you’ve seen or even encountered one at some point. They are the people who decide that, out of a group of friends, they dislike you the most. More than likely, the group enjoys your company better than the person who dislikes you, who we will henceforth call The Hateful One. Continue reading “[Day 58] There are worse things in life” →

For my high school paper, I am the editor with the least experience in page design. Our first issue this year featured five of my pages- almost all of which my managing editor helped me design. So this issue, I was determined to do it for myself.

I have two stories in my section this time, which is annoying, but it gave me more time to design. I had no idea how to make my pages interesting or creative, because I was afraid of making it look unprofessional. I normally don’t have to worry about that, but now I do.

The two stories I had were almost polar opposites; The Power of a Smile and something about vampires. But I had some ideas and I made them come to life. I called my managing editor over and asked for her opinion, worried that my creativity had gone too far. And to my great surprise, she liked it. The two of us aren’t the best of friends, but we’ve grown to respect each other, and knowing that I’d done something- one my own- that she approved of without question was, quite frankly, a great feeling.

But I’ll be honest; the best part of my day was when it was over.