Our Teen Lives, live on ..

In high school I spent countless hours after regular classes in our creative writing club. We would read poetry and listen to the muse in hopes of finding those elegant connections between silence and spoken word, to scribble down something of significance for our creative writing magazine. Although, it was not as popular as Theater, Sports, or TV, we had a simple and modest home in our teacher's classroom after school. So many wonderful memories of us as we sifted through poetry and short stories written by our classmates. A great process and a privilege, for me since I was an immigrant and learned English since a young age. Yet being a non-native English speaker, I naturally excelled at English and writing, and simply enjoyed it. English is my second language and I have learned it from 4th grade onward how to write compositions. We had a brilliant teacher who really inspired us students to put pen to paper and create various written pieces.  I had a few brilliant teachers including Mrs. Kravchuk. My friend Tatiana and I took her Creative writing courses during 11th grade. Below is a photo of us from that time. Possibly from our class night at the Philadelphia Aquarium. Those were the good old days! 
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