Anastasia

I have a friend from South Korea, and her name is Journey. I don't know how exactly to say it in Korean, but that's what it translates to. She is the same age as me, but she graduated last year. I think it's interesting how different our cultures are, yet how similar we can be. She lives halfway across the world and her English was hard to understand when I met her, but it's amazing how we both loves to read and write and share stories with each other. We share a love of certain bands, books and movies. Even though we don't talk face to face, we do instant chat often and email when we can't. Somehow, I feel like the bond I have with her is special. We live in such different worlds, yet that doesn't really make a difference at all. The same problems come into our lives; school worries, friend problems, families moving, sick grandparents, and death in the family. Maybe that's why we are able to connect so well, the fact that your nationality really doesn't change that. We still manage to understand each other and be there when times get tough. It doesn't matter that she's never touched American soil- or even spoken in person to a native English speaker- she and I are friends, and I love that culture differences don't change that. (This is her favourite donut shop; she sent me this for my birthday since she couldn't take me there. I thought that was precious.)

Hey everyone, I'm Anastasia! My email is anastasiawilson@mevsd.net I happen to be a senior this year, I write mostly poetry, I love nature (especially reptiles), I adore music of any type or language, and I find psychology to be extremely interesting. My favourite quote is hard to choose, but I'd say "We're all stories, in the end. Let's make it a good one." from Doctor Who. I love many writers, but I especially adore Edgar Allan Poe, J.R.R. Tolkien and Tim O'Brien And here, I suppose, is a poem I wrote recently!

Echoes from the lifeless walls A sea of sound, It washes over you Or you will drown. No knowledge lies within this noise, No secret love is in its touch

I look up

And hope to see the sky above To remind me I'm still here. And resting, floating On the waves above

A single feather rests.

Suspended, like a song In a sea of useless words I look away, and now it's gone Vanished, In all but my memory.