I stood on the corner of Haight and Ashbury, a famous cross section in San Francisco known for it’s abundance of hippies, smoke shops, and the vibrant atmosphere. Dressed in a colorful flowy tank top and blue-jean shorts, I held my backpack close to my body. I appeared as though I could fit in with the homeless crowd on this particular street. I wasn't trying to, I just happen to dress like them. Apprehensive at first, I managed to voice the words “Could you spare a few dollars,?” to the people walking by.
I felt ashamed, but curious. Facial expressions have never made me feel so many emotions before. The energy people gave off made me feel uneasy. For a moment I felt as if the role I was playing was my true reality. I felt worthless because people made me feel that way. When did humanity put all these walls up?, I thought to myself. I felt trapped in my own body. I've had conversations with homeless people many times before as well as with my peers, and it is safe to say there is an assumption that when you give a homeless person money he or she is going to spend it on drugs or alcohol.
A REFLECTIVE MEMOIR BY, REIGHAN FISHER
As a baby my mom would bring me on car rides in effort to calm me down and help me fall asleep. The quiet music back-dropping in the car, curves of the winding road, and motion of the vehicle had a way of gently rocking me into a peaceful slumber. Once I learned to talk and take notice of the world around me, the car-rides became an adventure. I’d press my forehead against the window and make silly faces to the people who passed me. I’d always wave and smile. All races, genders and ages received an equal, sincere wave. I appreciated the human connection and daydreamed of where my newly acquainted friend might be headed. Even though this embarrassed my mom, who is much more shy than I, I appreciated her letting me wave on anyways. At night, I’d watch the moon outside the window in awe. It’s reflection illuminated the pupils of my eyes the same way fireworks reflect on a lake. The moon was my friend. I knew this because of how well it followed me around. We would play hide and seek. I was the seeker most often and this challenged me to wonder and think without boundaries. The moon would weave through the clouds and hide amongst the textures and shades of vapor. If it became lost for a while I knew not to worry, the moon would always return eventually. While I wondered where the moon went, I’d get lost in thought and ponder. I’d question the world around me and why things were the way they were. The moon's absence and returns always resulted in a new insight for me.
“Mom how does the moon always know where we are going?,” I’d often ask.
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At sixteen years old the first person I ever loved to unexpectedly away. He was my boyfriend of two years and I felt like the world was falling out from underneath my feet. His death took me by complete and utter surprise.
Junior year of high school was already hard enough. Trying to balance track, ACT prep, school, and applying for colleges was taking its toll on me already. I felt like the only time I had to myself and connect with Scott was when I ran.
So there I was. On the starting line of my regional race. This was the big race before the state meet and would also be the race to position me with a state rank. My heart was pumping fast, but I felt relaxed. I felt that this moment was meant to be mine.
“Starters take your marks,” The announcer said. I took a deep breath. “Get set,” okay Reighan, you got this. “Go”.
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I feel my purpose is to show readers and viewers different perspectives of the world through the eyes of others. Everyday I challenge myself to think of new theories and concepts, change-up my routine and viewpoints, and allow myself to be creative both mentally and physically. I feel knowledge is power and when we choose to evolve and understand ourselves, we choose to understand our world and the people in it.