Ada Zuba
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Hi everyone! here to write and when I’m not writing, I’m either looking for Wi-Fi or avoiding real-world responsibilities. Follow along for a mix of sarcasm, random observations, and whatever nonsense comes to mind. "We're all mad here"
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Young Writer
I was very young when I wrote my first piece. Surprisingly, I remember it well. I was in third grade, just seven years old. I had recently learned how to write complete sentences. We were assigned a task, which I completed quickly (a habit of mine, though not always accurately). I closed the notebook the teacher had provided and sat there with my pen, wanting to write something more. I headed to my dad's office where he kept stacks of loose leaf paper. I fetched the turtle-shaped step stool from the washroom, stood on it, and reached for the loose leaf paper. Gathering a few sheets, I began writing my very first short story, not for school. The story was riddled with spelling and grammar mistakes, but I could still understand it. Looking back, I noticed random "K"s in some words. I constantly confused words like "their," "there," and "they're," which highlights the complexities of the English language. Commas were absent throughout, a writing issue that persists today.
By Ada Zuba2 years ago in Confessions
Stampede: Greatest Show on Earth
Stampede is the biggest event in my hometown. The smell of deep fried foods waft through the air, suddenly cowboy boots and shoes appear in store windows, downtown is covered in comical drawings of the Midwest. The atmosphere of Calgary does a 180 turn from people afraid to talk to one another to excitement. Stampede means summer is actually here. The weather turns undeniably hot and with the combination of buzzing food trucks; the temperature rises. The world looks different. For one thing, I love the excuse to wear my cowboy boots that are stashed away in the back of my closet. Secondly, going to the concerts are worth saving every penny. Thirdly, the food! Weird food ideas such as deep friend pickles or mustard and ketchup ice cream can be only found at the Stampede. The early and free stampede breakfasts at random grocery stores or parking lots fill up with people waiting to get their pancakes and maple syrup with a side of sausage. The carnival rides and games are all excitement and fun. This sounds like a good time doesn’t it?
By Ada Zuba3 years ago in Confessions
Do I Have Anxiety?
I'm uncertain of the precise origin of my struggles. A therapist might attribute them to my childhood experiences, and that hypothesis holds some plausibility. Friends, too, would likely agree with that assessment. Here's what I've been grappling with lately—a realization, or perhaps an epiphany, that has struck me deeply: I've never quite been the 'favorite friend.' Yes, there were fleeting moments in 5th, 6th, and 12th grade when I felt a glimmer of belongingness, but overall, I was simply there, blending into the background. Hugs, for some inexplicable reason, have always made me feel disconcerted, prompting me to substitute them with high fives as a means of conveying my friendliness. And when it came to asking questions in class, I would meticulously rehearse them in my mind, only to realize that the class had moved on to an entirely different topic. It often felt like hitting a dead end.
By Ada Zuba3 years ago in Confessions
