A Wildlife Warrior is someone who stands up and speaks for those who cannot speak for themselves. Protecting our world for the generations to come. Being a Wildlife Warrior is not just a title; it describes who you are and your attitude.
What's the easiest way to admit we're wrong? Is it: A.) Just openly accept that mistakes are a part of life, B.) Admit nothing and hide behind our own fakeness for as long as possible, or C.) Shrug it off and kind of just hope something changes?
In 10 weeks, all of my friends and favorite acquaintances will be in college. Freaking out about how the size of their refrigerators has shrunk. Studying maps to find exactly where Psych 101 is. Catching whispers of being the new kids on the block. Without me.
Even though I loved high school, I wouldn't go back and do it again. Don't get me wrong -- I had a lot of great times and great memories, but there were also many days I spent stressing over the littlest things.
My grades failed to reflect the effort I was putting into my academics, and this perception of self-failure drove me towards a burn out. I looked in the mirror each morning and saw deep bags hovering around my eyes, looked into the faces of my friends and saw bloodshot pupils reflecting back at me.
My father is strong -- way stronger than I ever thought. When he is sick, he still continues to drive me to the train station so I can get to work on time. When my mother is brought up, he keeps his composure even when he is hurting.
I mean, I get it, I really do. Father's Day is commercialized and these companies aim to maximize on that. In the midst of all the greeting cards and emails though, we shouldn't forget that Father's Day isn't a preserve of an elite group of people who "have" a father.
Is the future of print grim? Maybe. But is the future of journalism, of communicating information to people, grim as well? Not by a long shot.
I have to admit the cardinal sin of all book lovers: I don't really love Shakespeare.
I often feel as though I should already have my life figured out. A lot of my peers already have plans for their post-high school careers, but I find myself shrugging my shoulders every time somebody asks me, "What are you doing after high school?"
I can't leave the country on my own or drink alcohol. My parents take me to school every day, which I am one year away from finishing. Now, maybe you are thinking to yourselves "Those must be the best years of your life" and "You have your whole life ahead of you," but truth is, I'm not so sure I do anymore.
Think about what you really want. Forget what you think you should do or what others say you should do. What excites you? What feels impossible? Be honest with yourself.
I support Caitlyn. I respect her journey and her story. And I am so, so proud stand behind her and watch her find her happiness. Welcome to the world, Caitlyn Jenner.
On May 27, 2015 I should have graduated from high school, but I did not. I am a dropout. Many would be disheartened to learn I was unable to accomplish something so simple, so necessary. But actually, I am fine.
What the hell is this? THIS is why young women (and men!) have body images issues. This is why people think that no matter what they do, they can't win. Being judged solely on a your physical appearance sucks. I know.
"President and CEO of Technological Connection Assistance Company" = I helped my grandparents make Facebook accounts so they would stop asking me if I was in a relationship.