It happened again. The 22nd school shooting in our country this year. This one the most deadly since MSD. Trump sends his support. Though a kind gesture, “support” will not prevent another shooting from happening. Continue reading When Another Home Gets Hit – Santa Fe High School Shooting
The “boom” of the bass blares over the entire park. Walking up to the stage, I’m full of hype, ready to dance until I can’t feel my feet anymore. It’s the final show on Peach Stage of Wanee Music Festival – a full-on camping music festival.
Warming up is Widespread Panic, a Georgia-based jam band known for sending their fans into a frenzy. The entire population of campers, hippies, and music lovers are dance-skipping to the same place. I finally wade into the crowd, a few feet from the rail when I realize the only view I’m getting of Widespread Panic is the cartoons of lead singer John Bell on the backs of spectators’ WSMFP shirts.
Even with the best intentions and the most determination, I’m still only 5’1’ at a music festival. Continue reading Festivals From a Shorty’s Perspective
What an inspiring turnout we had at the March for Our Lives – Tampa Bay. Some 15,000 people demanded change; and that’s just one march. We’re making a difference. We’re being the change.
As I marched, I took a look around. I analyzed my surroundings. The atmosphere, the people, the vibes. One thing that stuck out to me was how different everyone was. We were all different shapes, sizes, ethnicities, political parties, religions, ect., but we all came together for the same cause. For safety. For peace of mind that students who leave for school in the morning will come home that afternoon. That no one will have to wonder if they’re going to be “next” on the list of deaths caused by gun violence. Continue reading Bringing the Blizzard – March for Our Lives
I come to you all today with a heavy heart and an infuriated soul. On Wednesday, February 14th, I was walking out of my apartment in Tampa to go to class. My friend, Caitlyn, stopped me in my tracks to show me something that her mother sent her. The headline read, “Shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School; Parkland, Florida.”
I stopped in my tracks, unsure of how to react. I then walked on, unbelieving of what I’d read. What are you supposed to do when the place you spent four years of your life in is “under attack”? They didn’t teach me that in school. Continue reading When Your Home Gets Hit – Douglas High School Shooting
I’m currently in Tampa, Florida back at the beautiful University of South Florida. I’m here to share a story and a lesson with you all. Something happened to me yesterday that could have ended much worse than it did. If this intro intrigues you, read on.