Opinion

As much as I love Vermont, and it loves me, I love to travel outside of it. I travel to see the sights and visit all the places I can. I especially like to visit foreign countries.

You want to know what I fear? I fear change. Change comes and goes and leaves things different than they once were. Some change is good, while some is malevolent. Change kills and creates. 

Peace means there is no more fear, only excitement and joy and adrenaline. Peace means you are safe, wrapped in a blanket of love and solace.

I don't hate the idea of banning phones from schools, but there are some things that I feel that the bill's (which would have made it so phones were banned during the school day) writers might have failed to take into consideration.

I strongly believe the ban of cellphones would have a different impact on each person, I am the type of student to stay off my phone until my work is complete.

April is Poetry Month, Words that weave and enchant, Maya Angelou is a favorite poet, Her wisdom like a soothing balm.

Peace looks like a quiet meadow on a sunny day, where the grass sways gently in the breeze and flowers bloom in vibrant colors. Birds sing joyfully in the sky, and the only sound is the soft rustling of leaves in the trees.

Something I seem to always think back to, is what happens after you die. I used to get trapped in this thought and it was my biggest fear all throughout my childhood. You can't help but wonder what does happen when you die?

Summer is my favorite season. I push through the school year to get to the first day of summer. I go to Maine for a week with my friends each year. I watch the fireworks in a field on a towel during the 4th of July.

If I could run away I’d be gone. I’d clamber up the fence onto the roof and take off running. I’d bound up into the air and across the fields of puffy white clouds, bouncy and weightless. 

I wonder about a lot of things. Sometimes I wonder so much that I have to block out my questions before they overwhelm me entirely, filling my mind so there’s no room for anything besides queries and doubt and uncertainty.

The memories created in your childhood home, are indescribable and irreplaceable. As the paint of your teal bedroom chips, the lights that are decades old dim, the doors begin to creak, your home has seen every side of you.