When I first met the Masters in Teaching cohort that I would be joining at USC that fall, a lingering hesitation materialized before me – one of these things doesn’t belong. It was me.
There were a total of three personal statements required for the USC Masters in Teaching program, and an optional section. Being the writer that I am, I filled all four sections to the word limit – lo and behold, I got in! I’d like to share with you one that I wrote THE NIGHT BEFOREContinue reading “My USC Personal Statement”
One day after my 22nd birthday, I stood under grotesque lights, center stage, gasping for air. The final kumbaya… four years of all-nighters, internships, and social networking culminating into a grand graduation called adulthood. I envisioned the future I desired to be a part of and made clear, methodological steps to get there. I hadContinue reading “Six Months, Six Lessons”
Her silhouette bounces past the stained oak door, and a stunning figure in an olive-green dress slips in. Brown waves cascade down her shoulders; she tucks a loose strand behind her left ear as she hangs a set of jingling keys onto brass hooks. Next to mine. One foot off, then the next. Two bareContinue reading “Before and After”
The Cecil Hotel sits at 640 South Main Street in the heart of downtown Los Angeles. In a row of bland storefronts and graffiti-covered walls, this building stands out from the others. Its façade boasts a rich art-deco style—a luminescent bronze against today’s autumn sun. But to its left, a litter-filled parking lot provides aContinue reading “Hotel Cecil: Beyond the Lobby Doors”