A Perfect Day in my Favorite Place

A Perfect Day in my Favorite Place


I wake up sometime between nine and ten in the morning with texts and missed calls from my friends and roll around in my bed to stretch. The sun is shining through the window that hangs over my head and tints my entire room green from the curtain it glares through. As soon as I become energized enough to get up, I head downstairs to pack my bag for the day. Within twenty minutes I am out the door and in my little black Toyota Avalon headed to the shore.

I roll all the windows down and allow the hot, humid air to hit my barely dressed body in every direction while blaring country music. My hair whips me in the face and the smell of salt air erodes my nostrils as I cross over the bridge into a little town called Longport that sits at the bottom of New Jersey. Streets are piled in with cars from block to block with different licenses plates from all over the country. The black parts of the streets are hot and burn my feet with every step I take closer to the wooden steps leading me onto the beach.

After stepping on the third step you can see if the beach is busy or not, which it usually is. As I walk onto the beach, the sand creeps in between every crevice of my feet and warm my toes as I walk over to a group of my friends sitting about 50 feet from the greenish-blue ocean water. The wind is light and cool, but the sun blazes hard on my face as hundreds of seagulls circle above overhead looking for food to pick out of visitors hands. I immediately start to feel my pale skin burn from the sun and start a slow jog down to my friends. I am greeted with music coming for the boom box and somewhere between twenty to thirty hellos, plus the sounds of waves crashing on the shore in the distance. The fog from earlier in the morning is still disappearing from the air and the buildings from the surrounding towns are becoming more and more visible to our eyes.

Immediately, I walk down to the water to feel the temperature. The wind becomes stronger with each step, along with the smell of salt. My feet sink deep into the muddy sand as I pass little kids building messy sand castles with brightly covered shovels and pails. A mixture of laughter and cries come from them depending on whether or not other kids are sharing and, suddenly, as I'm not paying the slightest bit of attention, a shock of cold liquid comes over my feet and ankles and I bounce up on my tippy-toes. I take my time going deeper and deeper into the ocean trying to avoid the sharp shells that sit underneath the water that I cannot see because it’s far from clear. I push the thoughts of creepy critters and flesh-eating sharks out of my mind as the water engulfs my entire body and I go under the water.

We all run in and out of the ocean sporadically throughout the day as we get sweaty and sandy playing games. Pizza and subs are delivered to groups from the local food shops, which have the seagulls on high alert.

The lifeguards begin to pack up as we do and we are the last people to leave the beach. Walking off is much different from walking on the beach. The now-cool sand sticks to the bottom of my moist feet and my body is sticky with a combination of sweat, salt, and sand. Walking back to my car is quiet and the streets are empty from other cars. I crack the windows and journey home still blasting country music and reflect on the day, only knowing afterwards that it was one of the most stress-free days I’ve had in a long time. Then the countdown begins as to when I can return to me most favorite place on the planet.

Cover Image Credit: longportnj.gov

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30 Things I'd Rather Be Than 'Pretty'

Because "pretty" is so overrated.

Nowadays, we put so much emphasis on our looks. We focus so much on the outside that we forget to really focus on what matters. I was inspired by a list that I found online of "Things I Would Rather Be Called Instead Of Pretty," so I made my own version. Here is a list of things that I would rather be than "pretty."

1. Captivating

I want one glance at me to completely steal your breath away.

2. Magnetic

I want people to feel drawn to me. I want something to be different about me that people recognize at first glance.

3. Raw

I want to be real. Vulnerable. Completely, genuinely myself.

4. Intoxicating

..and I want you addicted.

5. Humble

I want to recognize my abilities, but not be boastful or proud.

6. Exemplary

I want to stand out.

7. Loyal

I want to pride myself on sticking out the storm.

8. Fascinating

I want you to be hanging on every word I say.

9. Empathetic

I want to be able to feel your pain, so that I can help you heal.

10. Vivacious

I want to be the life of the party.

11. Reckless

I want to be crazy. Thrilling. Unpredictable. I want to keep you guessing, keep your heart pounding, and your blood rushing.

12. Philanthropic

I want to give.

13. Philosophical

I want to ask the tough questions that get you thinking about the purpose of our beating hearts.

14. Loving

When my name is spoken, I want my tenderness to come to mind.

15. Quaintrelle

I want my passion to ooze out of me.

16. Belesprit

I want to be quick. Witty. Always on my toes.

17. Conscientious

I want to always be thinking of others.

18. Passionate

...and I want people to know what my passions are.

19. Alluring

I want to be a woman who draws people in.

20. Kind

Simply put, I want to be pleasant and kind.

21. Selcouth

Even if you've known me your whole life, I want strange, yet marvelous. Rare and wondrous.

22. Pierian

From the way I move to the way I speak, I want to be poetic.

23. Esoteric

Do not mistake this. I do not want to be misunderstood. But rather I'd like to keep my circle small and close. I don't want to be an average, everyday person.

24. Authentic

I don't want anyone to ever question whether I am being genuine or telling the truth.

25. Novaturient

..about my own life. I never want to settle for good enough. Instead I always want to seek to make a positive change.

26. Observant

I want to take all of life in.

27. Peart

I want to be honestly in good spirits at all times.

28. Romantic

Sure, I want to be a little old school in this sense.

29. Elysian

I want to give you the same feeling that you get in paradise.

30. Curious

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My Love-Hate Relationship with Starbucks

This is my oh so wonderful experience at Starbucks during the week of midterms.


When I usually go to Starbucks, I typically get the same type of drinks: carmel macchiato, chai tea latte, chestnut praline chai tea latte (which sadly is only a holiday drink), or a shaken black tea lemonade with light ice. However, sometimes a person just gets bored drinking the same three drinks over and over, so I thought, "Hey! lets get out of our comfort zone here pal and try something new." So I did I walked my tired stressed out self to Starbucks 10 minutes before my next class and ordered a tall cinnamon shortbread latte, I mean the description and other peoples comments about it made it sound super good.


As I was waiting for my drink I noticed that one of the baristas was having some issues with some type of syrup, but I thought that they would refill it and then add what they need, and that one probably wasn't even mine. When they did that, I saw them get a new jug of syrup and I went back onto my phone and to try and plan how I was going to get through this midterms week.

Quick info about midterms: everyone is dead, and everyone is stressed. Us college students literally live off of caffeine during midterms week. If you're lucky like me you are at school from 8 a.m. until 6 p.m., so the caffeine is really needed.


Now soon after I saw the new jug come, my name was called. I grabbed my drink and walked like the walking zombie I was to my next class. I went in for my first drink I was so excited to have this sweet taste of vanilla, cinnamon and coffee...but what I got was the opposite. It literally tasted like a very burnt somewhat coffee and cinnamon edible without the marijuana affects, or for the non-edible people, a very bad tasting cookie that was missing all the sugar. I was not a happy camper one bit, but I was going to drink it anyway because I payed $4 for this coffee. I struggled drinking this during my writing class because it tasted terrible, but then out of no where I got this hit of sweet — I was drinking the sweet vanilla and the sweet cinnamon part of my drink minus the majority of the coffee since I was 3/4 done with the drink. I was seriously crying on the inside because I didn't get to enjoy this drink the way I needed.


Then the realization hit me: 1. They probably didn't add in the missing parts of the syrup once it got refilled since they suddenly got busy. 2. They did not stir that drink one bit because all the syrup was literally at the bottom of the cup. If they did these, then the problem wouldn't have happened.

This is not the first time this has happened to me having all the syrup at the bottom of the cup at a Starbucks. Its not like I am able to swish it around myself because it is full to the top and I don't want hot coffee poured or splashed on my hand. Also, most people are on-the-go while they are drinking their coffee or doing other things. I have only had this issue at Starbucks and never at any other place have I had this issue like Anthem Coffee.

So can Starbucks just agree to always mix their drinks? So that the zombie college kids during midterms have good coffee to keep them alive?


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