My writings bear innumerable touches of serendipity: a plot idea conceived in a dream; an unintentional pun; my favorite band’s lyrics, inserted subconsciously.
Once, I placed my pencil down halfway through a sketch and accidentally picked up a pen to continue. I thought my drawing was ruined; instead, I discovered a hybrid style that, to this day, remains my favorite technique...
If you walk in on me talking to myself, know that I’m just thinking aloud, something I don’t normally do with other people around (the aloud part, I mean). If I’m head-banging and making dying-whale noises with my earphones plugged in, know that I’m trying to sing along to guitar riffs, and also, that I am infinitely more embarrassed than you are...
“Persevera y triunfaras”It was an idea that coalesced as I compared Google’s literal translation—“persevere and triumph”—to the idiomatic translation “If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.” Somehow, Google’s word-for-word translation felt inadequate; it encapsulated the Spanish proverb’s meaning but neither the eloquence nor the essence conveyed by the idiomatic translation...
“Persevera y triunfaras” Halfway through my Spanish exercises on Duolingo.com, this message popped up, with the translation “If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.” What? I grappled to connect those three words with that long sentence, to reconcile the latter with Google’s translation of “persevere and triumph”...
Six years ago, I encountered a hawk and a dove skirmishing in my school newspaper. I didn’t understand then, but in 11th grade I came across the hawk-dove game again in Evolution class, and later alongside a slew of other games in my self-study of Economics. The application of game theory to study both evolution and economic problems intrigued me...
As I gaze off into the dripping heat, I think about the newest book I bought from the local peddler. A novel by a new woman author, named Mary Shelley. It is about Galvanism, and my tutor would pitch a fit if he knew. The Savannah heat is so unbearable that I am fairly certain I might faint in my new gown and bonnet and cause a terrible scene...
From the time I informed my kindergarten teacher that I understood the concept of negative numbers when other students didn’t understand addition or subtraction yet, I have had pressure on me to never settle for average. My older siblings, who are eleven, eight, and five years older than me, were the run of the mill students who just did as much as they could to scathe by their high school career. My parents attempted pushing them to achieve bigger goals; however, they lacked motivation and the ability to quickly grasp difficult concepts that are taught in high school...
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