By Edysmar Diaz-Cruz & Daniela Morales
As editors of Miami Lakes Educational Center’s student paper, the Harbinger, we pride ourselves in leading a newsroom comprised of young minds, young talent, and young voices. We may be high schoolers, but we know what it takes to publish authentic news when the student body needs to hear it most. We share the stories that take place within our school, we analyze the politics in our local community, and we are well aware of the struggles facing journalists of the future.
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Introducing myself in person is quite a challenge. It usually goes a little bit like this:
Me: Hi, my name is Edysmar
Him/Her: What? Ed-eh-smore?
Me: (a little louder) ED-(IS)-MAR
Me: *Sigh* You can just call me Edy.
On November first, I submitted my first official college application. And later that week I submitted another, then another, then another. And now the wait has officially begun. I still have a lot more applications to go — safety schools, scholarships, regular decision applications—yet it’s so hard to believe that I’m at the point in my life where I’m making decisions for myself, decisions that can possibly change the course of the rest of my life.
Part of me is ready for it, but another part isn’t.
I’m ready to grow up into the person I’ve always wanted to be with the help of my dream colleges, but part of me wants to remain young, naive, and full of teenage bliss.
Nonetheless, the moment that I’ve been waiting for (my first college acceptance) is right around the corner and, quite frankly, I can’t wait. The first week of December is when I start to hear back from colleges, and I’ve never wanted November to end so soon.
This month-long wait is both a blessing and a curse.
I am giddy, excited, and hopeful but the pessimism and worries still weigh heavy on my shoulders. It’s going to be a rough month full of anxiety, self-doubt, and long nights of fighting away my sleep depriving thoughts of what-ifs.
November is going to be all about preparing emotionally for what may come in the future— whether I’ve planned for it or not. It is a month for self-reflection and deciding what I truly want to for myself. Yet, no matter what the outcome may be, I am confident that I’ll make the best of it.
As my final year of high school approaches — three days to be exact — I’ve felt the need to take a step back and re-evaluate how I live my life. The past three years have been a series of worrying about college, stress eating, and going to sleep at 1 a.m. to meet deadlines.
I don’t want to live like that anymore. I don’t want to drown under the weight of the high expectations I set for myself. It’s not healthy. I want to live a well-balanced life where I feel comfortable with who I am and where I’m heading — wherever that may be.
That’s why I decided that this year will be different (or so I hope). This year I will try to put myself first: Eat (somewhat) healthy, drink more water, and feel comfortable in my own skin. I want to start treating myself to the little joys of life, even if that means I have to set aside my homework to spend a day with family and friends.
Ultimately, I want to be at peace. And I will try to share this experience of changing my lifestyle on my blog (the good, the bad, and the ugly). But first, a new blog theme to set the tone.
Today is August 1st and reality is seeping in. This will be the month that I begin my senior year, the year that I have been anticipating ever since I was an itty bitty Freshman. And, boy, has a lot changed since then.
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After a long year of hard work and overcoming adversity, good news finally came knocking at my door on April 22. It came in the form of an email from Questbridge, an organization that helps students from low-income families reach top tier schools. As a junior, I applied for College Prep which serves as a great boost forward to college. Honestly, as I was opening my application to check if I got in, I was already preparing for rejection. I did not expect to see the word ‘congratulations’ yet there they were– blinking at me in big red letters followed by ‘you are a college prep scholar‘ in blue.
I scroll down to see the awards and I couldn’t contain my excitement any longer. I find out that I’m invited to a National College Admissions Conference at Yale University, where I’ll be informed about the college admission process and get to interact with Questbridge’s 30 partner schools in their college fair. Now, I start to read further and find out that I have to find a way to get there as opposed to Questbridge flying me out. This is where it gets tricky. Plane tickets are expensive in addition to Hotel costs. My mom will be coming as well (and mostly likely my little sister) so the costs triple! My mom vowed to get us there, but she can’t do this on her own. Which is why I’m swallowing my pride and asking for help. I have opened a GoFundMe account and already I’m halfway to my goal; it would be great if you guys could donate however much you deem necessary so that I can attend the conference.
The link is the following: https://www.gofundme.com/5k549x64
It has only been three years, yet I feel like I have been in high school forever—a painful, agonizing eternity. And what’s worse than sitting in a desk day after day, wishing and hoping to leave this purgatory? Finally getting to leave, cap and gown in hand, only to have the rest of our lives pass us by in a heart beat…
“You! Explain to the class what the electron transport train is.”
And just like that, I’m back in this godforsaken chair. I clear my throat and proceed to answer Mr. Sullivan’s question. Erm, demand.
“Uh. A chain that transports electrons?”
With a furrow of the brows, Mr. Sullivan turns to the person sitting next me. As if on cue, Pepper fluffs her hair as she explains in full detail about something that I will probably never encounter again in my life—at least not as an English major. Satisfied that one person in the class has been paying attention, Mr. Sullivan turns back to the board where his doodles of indecipherable biological processes awaited him. And I…returned to my journal.
So, it’s been a while since I’ve posted on my blog and I feel highly guilty for that. But what can I say? I’ve been busy (and also very lazy.) Junior year is currently at its peak and I’m gasping, guttering, choking, drowning under the weight of homework, projects, applications, and life expectations. In the span of my absence from the blogosphere, I’ve also been doing a lot of thinking…and came to the realization of several things.
First, I need to get a life! Right now, my daily routine is wake up, school, procrastinate, eat, sleep, repeat. I have nothing to look forward to anymore and that scares me. I’m only 17, and I’m already succumbing to the monotony of life. I can’t let this happen!
Second, I need to start saving up money for college. However, I don’t want to risk my grades nor anything school related to endure long, arduous and underpaid shifts. Plus, I’m too clumsy to work at a cashier or to flip burgers—I admit, I’m very aloof at times (which is not safe for me nor the people around me). So I’ve been trying to conjure up ways to make quick and easy money. You can ask me later along the line how that works out for me.
Third, Ben Howard is one of the greatest artists my ears have had the pleasure of listening. I know this is really random but I’ve been listening to Ben Howard for a while now, and he has literally blessed my life with his music. I was going through a really rough patch, and his music managed to get me through it–and it still is. Here’s a list of my favorite songs by him in case you’re interested: “Conrad,” “Empty Corridors,” “The Wolves,” “Bones,””Promise.”