Poetry On Odyssey: My Little Constellations

Poetry On Odyssey: My Little Constellations

These freckles dance across my body/ A shower of constellations/ An assortment of waltzes


I have freckles on my body. I don't hate them, but I also don't love them. I always find people swooning over them, offering up their sincerest accolades. I never asked to be given these natural tattoos, and they seem to reside in the strangest places in even stranger assortments.

I resonate with my freckles as I symbolize them as stars. At first glance, it is difficult to determine whether a star is good or evil, per se. In other words, if they are a shooting star or a meteor. You are forced to pour trust into that little dot, hoping it is good. In the same way, I must trust my own self. Nevertheless, there are situations in which I must also take a risk on myself and hope that I a shooting star rather than a meteor.

My Little Constellations

These freckles dance across my body.

A shower of constellations

An assortment of waltzes

Skeletal fingers

Connect the winding dots

Admiring what they believe to be beautiful

These tiny craters

Tracing my figure

A permanent roadmap

Tattoos I didn't consent to receive

Forever pierced onto me

They smile wickedly at me

I watch in awe as they soar

Near and far, confiding in one another

As tears roll down my face

For the most defeating thought

Comes to mind

Amidst this encounter

Could they be shooting stars?

Or meteors craving destruction?

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Bonnaroo Is Unlike Any Other Music Festival

4 days of camping, 150 performers, 10 stages, and the most incredible experience you'll ever encounter in the middle of Tennessee.


The Bonnaroo Music and Arts Festival takes place in an enormous 700-acre field -- nicknamed "The Farm" -- in Manchester, Tennessee. Festival-goers from all over the country fly, drive, or walk into the festival to experience 4 days of music, activities, and food. This past weekend was my first time going, and I can without a doubt say that it was one of the greatest experiences of my life. One of Bonnaroo's common sayings is "Radiate Positivity," and the 4 days spent there are factual evidence of the saying. At Bonnaroo, there is no stress, no worry, and not a care in the world. People of all kinds come together each year to celebrate life, love, and music without judgment. Each person's authenticity was something I noticed as soon as I stepped foot into the festival.

You can embrace your true self without apology. Each person is there to lift you up, too.

The atmosphere is much different than anything else I have experienced before. Even when my friends and I felt tired, or if the sun was just too hot to bear, we still did not mind being on our feet for hours on end. We enjoyed being exactly where we were, despite the minor inconveniences we may have faced -- like sitting in 5-hour traffic to get into the campground! I may sound crazy for saying this, but time truly did slow down while we were on The Farm.

My friends and I pulled up to the campground at 6 a.m. on Thursday morning as The Farm buzzed with people. We were too excited to go to sleep, so we spent the morning exploring the place instead. Day or night, everyone was alive with smiles that were contagious. We heard the words "Happy Roo!" from friends and strangers alike.

No matter where you came from, everyone was family at Bonnaroo.

One thing I noticed this past weekend was that everyone was there to help one another. If we needed help with setting up our tent, our neighbors who camped next to us were there to help in seconds. If someone tripped and fell, three people would be there to help the person up. If someone needed a few bucks for water, there was someone in line who was more than willing to cover the cost. I felt so at home there, as if I was a part of this community consisting of all types of people. I felt like I belonged there.

Alongside incredible people and a fulfilling community, there was stellar music as well (of course!). Headliners such as The Lumineers, Post Malone, and Kacey Musgraves rocked The Farm with new and old hits that hyped up the crowds.

Each performer reminded us that Bonnaroo is a safe place and does not discriminate against any person.

Hearing these words so often gave me so much hope for this world and the changes we can make. Bonnaroo is known as a Music and Arts Festival for a reason because it also promotes and sells eco-friendly living and handmade creations all throughout the festival. The activities that are available to attendees set the festival apart from other music festivals.

Bonnaroo connects us all through music, acceptance, and love. I can't wait to go back next summer!

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Taking Art Was The Toughest Thing I Did In School But It Ended Up The Best

How my 8th Grade and 11th Grade art classes gave me the most fulfillment.


In the K-12 school district I attended growing up, we had to take art class every year from 1st Grade up until the end of middle school. For me this was quite challenging, more challenging than any other subject, as I was not and still am not the most artistic person. My teachers in elementary and middle school were helpful but quite critical of my work, knowing that it could probably be better despite my lack of natural talent. Things changed once I got to 8th Grade.

8th Grade was my last required year of taking an art class. I had looked forward to it, as I was ready to finally be done with my most difficult and frustrating subject. My class that year was the during the first rotation of art classes, so our teacher, Mrs. Samardzija, had us do a new sculpture project that she had not done with any previous classes: we were to sculpt an entire word that described us and then paint it.

Normal art projects were a struggle for me, so this was an incredible challenge, but I was up for the task. I decided that I was going to put my best effort to match everyone else's on the project. The sculpture took weeks to do, longer than any of us originally expected. I, being a slower worker, had to spend some study hall periods to get closer to finishing it. I even took it home and worked on it past midnight one time in order to finish.

The extra work put in paid off. That sculpture project ended up in the school district's winter art show. In addition to my efforts for said project and others, I ended up getting a flat A for the class, extremely rare for someone of my art ability, as most would get an A-. I was extremely happy with my efforts in what I thought was my final time taking art.

During the early stages of applying to colleges for urban and regional planning, I found out that I would need to send in a portfolio of drawings and projects to Ball State to apply for their College of Architecture and Planning. This meant I would have to take a high school art class. Even with my success in 8th Grade, I knew this would be tough once again.

Like before, my 11th Grade art class was difficult, tedious, and time consuming. I had to work much more than my average classmate to do a solid job. This meant staying after school a couple times and even missing the beginning of track practice to work on projects. In the end, all of this resulted in another great grade and many solid finished works of art for my own standards.

Looking back on those art classes, I can say with 100% certainty that I gained the most fulfillment from the challenges I was able to overcome and exceed my own expectations. While art has never and will never be something that comes easy to me, my last two experiences have created great feelings that I will never forget.

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