An Open Letter To My Alma Mater

An Open Letter To My Alma Mater

My high school is disappearing, but its memories have never been more present.


Dear Alma Mater,

When I arrived in your doors Freshman year I knew that you were only a temporary home, but I thought you would be one that I could come back and visit time after time post-graduation. Your walls already held a very special place in my heart as my Pop Pop graduated from the same hallways that I would be walking through for the next four years. He would tell me stories of cutting class in the cars of the time and his friends' crazy antics that surprisingly didn't leave the school a pile of crumbled cement. Although you stood strong and sturdy for three generations, the announcement of your demolition still came as a shock to myself and the rest of the community. Our small town remained stagnant for years. Nothing changed in our city-suburb and with that came a sense of comfort, so of course, when this announcement of destruction and rebuilding came into question, there was disarray. What was to become of you?

I can't say the community didn't put up a fight. Crowds gathered at city hall, fighting against your removal and surrounding neighborhoods protested. Everyone did all they could to keep you from being destroyed but in the end, we had to face the reality that you were disappearing. The hardest part about this wasn't that we were losing such a huge part of our community or even that a new school was going to replace you, it was that we would have to witness smaller parts of you disappear bit by bit. The night before the football field was uprooted was a night of reflection. As I walked around the blue track, I thought of everything that happened on this field. Our school won so many football games on this field. I performed on this field for the marching band. I graduated on this field. I have to admit, this was the night it finally hit me that a huge change was underway that no one could control.

I wish there was more I could do, but when looking at the tarp-covered fences that conceal the building that will replace you, I know that there's nothing more to do than accept the change. Just because you will be disappearing, does not mean that memories that were made in your walls are going to leave. I will remember my favorite librarian that knew everyone's names and spread endless kindness to all students, performing in the school musicals with some of my best friends, ordering pizzas when rehearsals ran late, eating lunch in the cafeteria, and every other little moment in between. Through the process of knowing you and losing you, I am able to appreciate these memories even more. You will always be remembered as a special part of our community and the lessons taught in your walls are ingrained in those of us who walked your halls.

Sincerely, Me

Hearts proudly loyal in song here unite,
To spread abroad the fame of thy great power and might.
So may thy sons be faithful to thy dear memory.
Hail, our alma mater. We e'er will sing of thee.

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10 'Mysterious' Deaths Later, And I'm Still Going To The Dominican Republic

If you refused to go anywhere where a tragic death or accident took place, chances are you would barely be able to leave your house let alone explore the beautiful world that we exist in.


If you have opened a newspaper, been on the internet, turned on the TV, or have seen the news in any form, you have definitely seen that ten American tourists have died in the Dominican Republic in the past year with most of the deaths being scrutinized as "mysterious."

The widespread panic about traveling to the Dominican Republic surfaced after a couple was found dead in their hotel room, sparking a domino effect of family members revealing their loved ones' "mysterious deaths." The cause of most of the tourists' deaths is attributed to either heart attack or fluid in the lungs, which are both factors commonly attributed to poisoning. Speculations have arisen that poisonings in these cases most likely are caused by improperly used pesticides or tainted alcohol, specifically from the mini bars found in resort rooms.

Despite this news, the Punta Cana vacation my family planned is quickly approaching and our plans are still in full swing. Whenever any of us mention to family or friends where we will be vacationing in a few weeks, we constantly are quizzed about if we are sure that we want to go there and are reminded about each tourists' death.

While my greatest sympathies go out to each and every family and friend who has had to deal with the loss of a loved one while they were supposed to be having the trip of their lives in a foreign place, I refuse to pause my life for a fear. If you live your life in fear, you aren't really living. You cannot put your life on pause because of the possibility that something bad could happen. If you refused to go anywhere where a tragic death or accident took place, chances are you would barely be able to leave your house let alone explore the beautiful world that we exist in.

This type of thing happens more often than we think. Specifically, whenever one tragic incident happens somewhere, humans have the immediate reaction to become skeptical. We look for patterns and attempt to make connections that are not really there because we are built to put things in order. We avoid chaos by looking for a solution connecting pieces of information that do not necessarily fit.

With the influence that the media has in current times, this type of pattern-based connections and reasonings easily become even more widespread. The media instills fear in us—fear that is not necessarily needed. Although it is important that we are informed about what is going on in society, we also have to realize that a lot of situations are blown out of proportion or are framed in a way that sensationalizes news and speculations instead of clearly stating facts and what is truly known.

The majority of news outlets are focusing on skepticism and uncertainties instead of the truth of the matter. The more people who come forward about American tourist deaths, we ignore how many people die unexpectedly every day around the world, not just in the Dominican Republic.

"Dominican officials assert that the number of deaths in recent months is no greater than would be expected statistically in a country visited by more than 2 million Americans each year. The United States government ... appears to support the Dominican government's contention that the alarm over the deaths may be exaggerated."

People die while out at sea on cruise ships. People die from shark attacks or getting lost at sea. People die in car accidents. People die in terrorist attacks. People die everywhere. And as sad as this is, it is a reality.

Instead of allowing my fear to control me, I am going to have to use it as a motivation to be more cautious than I normally would be. I need to walk a little closer to the people I am vacationing with. I need to listen a little more carefully to the crack of a bottle to ensure that it was sealed prior to my consumption. I need to examine more in detail the foods I am eating and if they taste as they normally would. I need to monitor more avidly the activity in my hotel room.

So, yes, while I understand that there may be a real danger and that I cannot be reckless and completely carefree on this vacation, I still refuse to let the fear of the possibility something bad can happen stop me from enjoying my break from the monotony of my everyday life.

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Poetry On Odyssey: The Light That Is Manhattan

A poem about anticipation.


Almost there.

The subway station is cold and narrow

But the staircase is just ahead.

No more corners, maps, or the like,

Just the light at the top of the stairs.

They say this city is filled with dreams.

Desires that may not even exist yet.

Dreams that have yet to be achieved,

or so the glow in front of me says.

The wonder builds as the ambiguous light at the top of the

Subway station stairs get brighter.

These steps are a two way street of

Excitement up

Fulfillment down.

May this light soon turn into

Roaring streets

Calm corners

Tranquil parks, and

dreams obtained.

The bright light I see in front of me is the glow of the city.

32 steps and I'm home.

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