If a story is in you, it has got to come out- William Faulkner. If Walt was a color, he would be a rainbow. Because there are many different aspects that can be taken away from his poetry and his poetry often has a deeper sense of meaning. If Walt was a food, he would be a salad.

Every day creates a different me. I remember turning 16 on December 30, 2015. You came right after two days later. In this way, you have been changing your numbers to fit mine for 17 years now. The blank slate which can also be really scary.

It is the time to Fly. I am one of the many teenagers of this ever growing world. I have an insane mix of passions ranging from music, to engineering, to writing. There is a lot of joy in my life because of these three things.

Memories that will forever be lodged in my brain. One thousand lessons learned, one thousand. Pieces of chocolate eaten- at least. Ted talks and crash courses watched while baking cookies, lying on the ground, procrastinating and cramming for tests. Glorious days at the beach. Family members with whom I fight ev.

The presents, the money? December 4, 2016.