New Space

      Where to begin? The most logical answer would be about 2 weeks ago when it all began. The corona virus has been around far long before it was brought to our attention. However, it began to take a lot more impact in our lives now. 

      About two weeks ago all of us began to hear about cases and how bad it started to get in Italy and China. Our reactions were more like “wow that’s crazy”, “sucks to suck”, “couldn’t be me” and “well, doesn’t affect me”. Then it began to expand and as soon as we know it, it’s here. At first we were being told everything was going to be fine and there wasn’t much to worry about but just to take safety precautions such as washing your hands. A few days later we found out about a case that was confirmed in our area. 

      Society, as expected, didn’t take it too well. The following day my school was dead. Half of the staff was missing for a meeting and half the students were missing because parents refused to let their children be exposed to the possibility of catching a sickness or worse, the virus. That day all the teachers didn’t really teach anything. They all prepared for the worst and made sure all online sources were working and ready for online classes and work. They tried explaining to us the situations and it wasn’t really hitting me. 

      Now that school isn’t going on and we work from home…I have way too much time on my hands. Before I complained about not having enough time and when I asked for me, this is not what I meant. In a way it is but there’s nothing to do. It’s been very hectic and no one can go anywhere without the fear of catching something. Parents won’t let their children out and workplaces are closing early. My friends are frustrated at home and the teachers aren’t making things any easier. Sports are being canceled and my senior friends are missing out on the life lasting memories like prom and possibly their graduation. 


this is an image of how most of us have been doing; the only thing we really can do…

      News reports and social media don’t make this any better. Society has the tendency to make things appear much worse than what they really are or they make a joke out of it. There’s no in between. Social media like tic toc and Instagram are full with quarantine and corona memes. Making the situation seem like a joke or simply something in the way of our fun. Which it is but it is far more than that. News reports are making it seem extremely severe. Yes the numbers are rising but there is no reason to scare society. It is a very dramatic and important pandemic that everyone needs to take seriously but there’s a difference between making people aware and making people paranoid. I mean everyone stocked up on years of toilet paper…I won’t even go into it. 


New York Times has been sending me notifications and articles about this virus and everyone affected by it. Which, is basically everybody now.


      At my job our hours are all getting cut because there’s not enough labor coming through. I miss my friends a lot more, I can barely see them. Better yet, I can’t see them at all. I wanted a break from the stress that school was bringing but I feel like school is making this a lot more stressful. My pre calc teacher assigned 60 assignments due Monday and plans on assigning more that same day. My human body teacher assigned a new unit which is confusing because we were told there should not be any new lessons. The teacher didn’t introduce us to this topic, we only got a packet for it and she expects us to teach ourselves the power point. She wasn’t even there for the packet, it was busy work because she was absent. I feel like I am mentally going insane being stuck inside isolated from everything. I don’t know how much more I can take. I personally am not really paranoid about the whole thing. Yes I am aware that it is serious and I’m taking all the safety precautions but it hasn’t really hit me. It’s like I’m at a museum just watching this happen and even though it’s all around me, it hasn’t really hit me.  


I feel like this very well explains how I have been feeling. I am stuck at home overwhelmed by all the work given to us and how low my hours have been at work. I feel isolated and lonely.

Obviously I have no choice but to suck it up. But I feel like this could be handled a lot better. A lot of people are ignorant if they followed procedures when they’re sick. At some of the corporations related to the workplace, they had to shut down because workers would go in knowing they were sick. It is a crazy time we are living in. Who knows what’s to come. 

We Need the Tonic of Wildness

    I have been in so many places but they were all close to my area. I’ve only left the state to go to North Carolina for a couple summers. It was always the same town and the same house. Always the same stores and the same activities. 

I can only say I’ve really loved one place and that wasn’t even in North Carolina. 

Lake Taghkanic state park.

I only experienced this once and I will always remember that one moment…

    My mom and I were sitting on the beach…we just finished drying off. Our hair was still wet just enough to feel the droplets run down our backs. The sun was about to set and mostly everyone was already gone. 

    We were sitting there listening to the sound of the waves hitting against the shore as we sunk our feet into the cool sand. We were able to see the sun slowly going down. The beautiful blue and purple colors with a dash of yellow. The cold summer breeze hitting our faces. 

    We didn’t talk. We just finished a conversation about my little brother and then we just stopped. It seemed like the whole world stopped. It was quiet and calm. The people around us were absorbing the beauty of nature along with us without even realizing we were doing it together. 

    I took deep breaths…soon I heard my mom do the same. 

I never felt more at peace. 

    We were just there, sitting there silently so nature could roar so loudly. 

What I Must Do

I am a very observant person at times. I tend to watch others and what they do. Sometimes it’s not even on purpose. 

I pay close attention to the things they do and the things they say. 

A lot of people…and I mean a lot, change who they are depending on who’s around. Their body language, the way they talk, and what they say. Everyone wants to be liked by certain people and different groups of friends. The only disappointing fact is that not everyone’s the same. So when you try to fit in with different people, you change yourself. I’ve noticed that people are more careful about what they say around others. How you joke around with one friend can hurt another. It’s how you joke around but you change your sense of humor for others. 

You are you and you shouldn’t have to change yourself for others. 

There have been times before that I would adjust to a friend group so I wouldn’t be such an outsider. I realized that we do these things to fit in. Sometimes when you change yourself for others it’s because you feel like an outsider. I quickly began to realize that fitting in was boring. It was a way to try to avoid our insecurities. Whatever we didn’t like we would change. In most cases those things would be certain characteristics that others wouldn’t have. 

It was exhausting trying to fit in. I learned to love myself and not worry about what others would think. 

Those “flaws” I thought I had made me, me. 

Sooner or later one will realize that it’s okay to be an outsider. It’s okay to stand out. 

Sometimes fitting in is boring. 


Every child goes through that phase of being able to believe everything you hear. 

They have no care in the world and don’t have to worry about anything. 

However, around the age of seven I became a mini adult. 

My family went through a life changing experience that affected all of us. I was only six years old and it has been the most traumatic experience I’ve had. I began losing interest in the things little kids are expected to get excited about. Ice cream…well it was just ice cream and a birthday was just a birthday. Of course I did still get excited at least a little but those things just didn’t matter to me as much as they would. 

Instead I worried if I was doing enough to help my mother around the house. I had to make sure I got up on time to dress myself and my siblings up before school while my mom was at work. She would go in at 5 and I’d have to be awake by 6:40 to get everything together and walk my siblings next door to my uncle’s house so I  walk downhill to make it on time for my bus. You don’t expect those kinds of things from a seven year old. 

I was always conscious about when and where I could cry about how much I missed my father. I knew I couldn’t do it around my siblings because whatever move I made they would want to do it too. Even mentioning our dad would make them sad. My mom was the person I was most worried about. She had to deal with so much on her own I had to find ways to make her life less difficult. Dealing with 3 crying kids and 2 step kids was not easy for her. I knew I had to do something so around the age of seven…I began to act much older. I knew there were logical explanations to everything. 

Things changed for me…I changed. 

Almost ten years later I began to change again. 

My father returned and I learned that the great things in life can be taken from you at any moment. I learned to cherish the little things as much as the big things. So much can happen in very little time depending on the kind of person you are. 

I know that I can’t be afraid to do certain things. I have to try new things and experience new things. I love changing my mind and changing it again. Nothing is permanent so I know it’ll be worth a shot. 

Surprises can be extremely fun. Sometimes living life without a plan is such an amazing feeling. 

Change doesn’t always have to be a bad thing. Sometimes change is all you need to be a better you. 

Gen Z

Gen z, is expected to be and is one of the best generations. 

Technology has advanced within our times in so many ways. I admit, that work has been done by the previous generations but Gen Z is on its way up to advance it even more. Technology is used in everyday life but what the previous generations haven’t been able to find…are ways to advance, without damaging our environment. The more work these generations are putting, the more we realize how much pollution is being put into our earth. 

Our generation is relied on for technology and how it works. There’s not a time that goes by where I’m with my grandparents and they don’t ask me something about their phone. Any technology problems, they call me. They have my mom, my dad, my uncle, etc. but they choose to call me. My parents even come to me for technological issues. 

Now, I’m aware that one’s intelligence has to do with some of it. But, our generation grew up with technology and right at the moment it began to uprise. 

There is so much to do and so many things to upgrade. Everyone depends on our generation to “save the world” from all pollution. We’re expected to find environment friendly technology. The generation before us are the reason why we have these environmental issues. The generation after us are too focused on their plastic lives and what technology portrays to be as “fun” and “real”. 

We by far are the generation everyone expects the most from. We haven’t given them a reason to doubt. 

There is so much to be done and Gen Z is getting to work. 

Last Meal

The very last meal in this life is a very difficult decision to make. There are so many different flavors and so many different cultures to choose from. 

I would absolutely love to have the kind of buffet my family sets up for family parties. All the food down to the guacamole, green, and red salsa is made by my mother and grandmother. The buffet holds arroz con gandules, pernil, baked ziti, adobo verde, mole, potato salad, and regular salad. My grandma always sets aside a tray of buffalo wings for her grandkids that are very picky. 

I am not picky but I always grab a couple to start off with. She doesn’t make them herself…they’re straight out the bag from walmart and she puts them in the oven. They still taste so good. 

After a couple of those I’d move onto actual food. I would serve myself arroz filling up one third of my plate, pernil taking up another third, and baked ziti taking up that last third of my plate. I would place my grandmas guacamole on the side that has the pernil…not on top. I don’t ever place it on top for some reason. 

I’d grab a small plate and only grab the lettuce and cucumbers from the salad. That’s all I really eat from salads. My mom and my grandma used to always tell me to eat everything but I never would so they got used to it. Now whenever they see me serve myself they laugh. 

Eating my very last meal I could only imagine myself in a little hut in Bora Bora. I’m surrounded by the clear blue water when the sun is starting to set. My best friend would be with me. The bond we have is irreplaceable and so special. We both have a desire and need to go to Bora Bora. 

Looking out at the clear crystal blue water in Bora Bora, eating my favorite foods; that never fails to make me feel at home, with my favorite person sounds like an absolute dream.

Take some time

In life everyone experiences their highest highs and lowest lows. 

Our lives are filled with amazing journeys and such beautiful new feelings. However, along with those, comes pain. Pain can be experienced in many different ways.

Eventually that pain does go away; with time. 

It’s not an eternal feeling. When you go through a breakup it brings a very deep pain. Losing someone in general can be excruciating. Healing is a process. When someone cheats on you or you leave a toxic relationship…you lose yourself. The you who you remember is gone and broken. Everyone always tells me, “just give it time” or “just take some time you need it so you can heal”. 

In some cases you feel as if that’s never going to happen. However, you really do need time to heal. Things happen and you need time to focus on yourself. 

There are those certain events that occur and that could damage you and make you feel a pain that you’ve never felt before. At some point that pain turns into a lesson. A lesson that life taught you or a beautiful memory of something you went through. That all is because after a while you learn to let go of that pain. If someone close to you passed away, the pain eventually turns into lifelong memories. What used to make you cry, will just make you laugh and smile. You think about the good moments. Yes you’ll still feel upset about it, but, you get better. 

There are so many things that can cause pain. 

Just take some time to yourself…

You’ll heal.