What Do You Want to Be When You Grow Up?

Every teenager’s favourite question is “What do you want to be when you grow up?”  And by favourite, I mean absolute least favourite.  For many adolescents- including me, groan- this headache-inducing questions remains unanswered.  In a world where there are countless of different paths to take, it is virtually impossible to decide which ones to… Continue reading What Do You Want to Be When You Grow Up?

Why a Slam Poem Called “Here” Reminds Me of Chinese New Year

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3hKWKw4G3M4 "I am a stranger. And if you're not supposed to speak to strangers, and I only speak to when spoken to it's no wonder why getting up in front of a mic feels a lot like breaking through my mother's silence." -Here by Aman Batra A Poem That Says Everything I was Trying To… Continue reading Why a Slam Poem Called “Here” Reminds Me of Chinese New Year

A Quote From Vincent Van Gogh

One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever came to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way. -Vincent Van Gogh (1853-1890)

Happy Birthday, Blog!

Happy birthday, CTHARSIS! Today marks the one year anniversary of ctharsis.wordpress.com, a domain that may be humble and small, but is still a home to me.  Happy birthday, blog!  Wow! Can you believe it's been one year?  One year full of changing and growing and learning, remembering and thinking and writing.  That sure was flippin'… Continue reading Happy Birthday, Blog!

Edmonton Band Trip 2017

Last Sunday night, two coach busses full of exhausted teenagers pulled up into the parking lot of our school.  Having left at 6 AM the previous Friday, our bands (both concert and symphonic) had returned from Edmonton.  We were absolutely pooped and dreading having to go to school the next day; the weekend had been… Continue reading Edmonton Band Trip 2017

Slam Poetry Tournament Prep!

Recently, I tried out for my school's slam poetry team.  I hadn't even known that our school had a slam poetry team until the very last day of tryouts, so you can imagine that I was a little bit frantic.  At lunch, I ran to the room that someone had told me the tryouts were being held… Continue reading Slam Poetry Tournament Prep!

The Art of Regret

Last fall, I quit drawing lessons after seven long years of taking them. I had first started to love drawing and art when I was very young, and though the scribbles done by my six-year-old self certainly were no Van Goghs or Picassos, I loved creating them so much that I asked to be put… Continue reading The Art of Regret

Letter to My Past Self: Friendships

My friends and I used to play 'Teenagers' when we were younger.  The teenagers of our fantasies had the coolest cell phones and clothes, wore tons of makeup, hung out at the mall all the time, and sashayed everywhere they went.  I was completely in awe of older kids, to tell the truth, and the… Continue reading Letter to My Past Self: Friendships

What I Wish I’d Been Told About Growing Up

Growing up.  Hoo boy.  Welcome to the age of having to make decisions that will affect the rest of your life, tons o' homework, balancing social life, and most of all, finding yourself.  Discovering your true passions and inner truths, learning to be independent, confident, and happy with who you are.  Growing into your own… Continue reading What I Wish I’d Been Told About Growing Up