TP estes bolsos

Elaine Hsiang '12

recentemente tenho estado afim dos bolsos grandes eu posso segurar tanto: garrafas.telefones, carteiras, chaves, nossas maos, podemos segurar maos nesses bolsos

recentemente tenho estado afim dos bolsos grandes eu posso esconder tanto: doces, moedas, diarios, protetor labial, nosso amor, podemos esconder amor nesses bolsos

ultimamente tern estado um pouco frio, tenho vestido casacos com grandes bolsos vamos segurar e esconder as nossas amor-maos neles, segure,

onde so podemos sentir o calor

Juan Carlos Carranza '12

the things i've lost

A pair of blue and white striped,

Old Navy flip-flops, forgotten at

Mission Beach after a bonfire in 2007. My faith in humanity: once when my older sister informed me that the people in Mighty Morphin'

Power Rangers were not actually real, simply actors: and again, when she maliciously told me that the people inside the Rangers' suits were stunt doubles. My aversion to miso soup, after giving ft another try at Sushi Deli 2, and finding out that it's actually pretty great.

A black floppy disk that contained 'The Legend of the Knight's

Sword," the 60+ page story written in the 4th grade, after being inspired by The Hobbit The Olympians (starring Eavesdrop, Phantom, Mantis, and

Meteor!) written and drawn in the 8th grade at commencement of what would be a life-long love of comic books. My copy of The Kite

Runner, after forgetting who I lent it to and never getting ft back

My D&G eyeglasses and a sandal, while inner-tubing down a deceptively rapid river on a camping trip wrth Alan, Isaac, and Jesse in the summer of 2009; the same night Alan drunkenly kissed me in our tent. My virginity, in a forgettable event with a loser that I would later end up regretting. The valentine I that I received from Sierra in the n,N.§??e' My fearof being incapablei of love, in the winter of 2010 nJr.?y P°Unds' while worl<ir.g over the summer in Miami and sur L g on a diet of oatmeal, green sleen n 1 tlme 1 exPei"ienced endure it S'S' 1 » usually £?o?n?„now wrthout a My erSf a7 L0asters'in ** g ade, after riding The Big Dipper in Belmont Park three times in a row. My bright-eyed and bushy-tailed naivete when I watched the World

Trade Center smolder and crumble as I got ready for school. The chance to see Coldplay in concert because Mom was having surgery the next day. My belief that Dad had all the answers, after hearing him worry about getting laid off the same week I left a note for the

Tooth Fairy, asking her to give my tooth money to my parents. My hope of ever getting a little brother, after the third Christmas in a row that Santa failed to bring me one. My hopes of ever growing a manly amount of stubble or five o'clock shadow. A red Brown

University water bottle, forgotten on the 92 trolley while rushing to make ft to a tutoring shift at Carl

Lauro Elementary School. Pudge, an American Eskimo puppy from a litter of nine, who was no longer in the backyard one summer morning.

The race for Homecoming King to Benny Garcia but I knew that would happen. The mix of anxiety and repulsion I'd get from directly touching my eye, after about three weeks of wearing contact lenses. The ability to wake up before 7 am without the use of an alarm dock The belief that women don't have facial hair; after seeing coach Sovay's bleached mustache up close.

My favorite green ink rollerball pen, after stupidly letting a girl in my seminar borrow it freshman year The ability to hear a Disney song without enthusiastically singing along to it The anxiety that comes with trying to figure out what comes next while simultaneously adopting the motivation to find what I love.

the things i've kept

The movie ticket stub from the night I came out to my dad: Conan the Barbarian; an anxious moment that wound up being extremely and surprisingly serene. A small scar on the side of my right foot from a cut that needed to be reopened and squeezed for a blood sample immediately after I was bom. The 3rd season of Smallville I borrowed from Phil in 2006 and forgot to give back before he moved to Dallas.

A generalized fear of homeless people, manifested at the age of twelve, after being harassed and threatened by a homeless woman while picking up trash for community service. A strong fear of heights. A crippling squeamishness around needles, especially when thinking about getting my blood drawn.

The habit of tapping any metal door handle with my nails before grasping it with my hand, after getting zapped while opening a door inside Circus, Grcus, Las Vegas. A slicing sarcasm that was developed in response to fifth-grade bullies. My first memory of snow, driving up to the mountains to the small town of Julian with my family in the winter of 2000.

An obsession with anything XMen related, established after reading X-Men:The Ultimate Guide in the seventh grade. Two scars on the back of my head: one from falling ofF of a porch; the other from smashing my head against the comer of our entertainment center while performing a somersault. My first pair of glasses, from the second grade. The nickname "Carlitos" despite now being taller than all the men on my mom's side of the family.

Countless old shirts and jeans that no longer fit quite right but can't bring myself to throw out # I Babysitter mug, given to me by my cousins Ari and Luca. Ribbons from my brief and exciting career as a competitive ballroom dancer. A cassette tape of classic Disney songs, made by my grandpa when I was six.

A baby blue rosary that would soothe my nightly fears of demons and monsters. The irrational feeling that the entire world is staring at me when I have a zit on my face. A box full of novels from my classes at Brown and a few hundred comic books from my childhood collecting dust in the basement of my parent's house, both of which I plan to display proudly on my bookshelf once I have a place of my own.

The urge to burst out in a coordinated dance number whenever I walk down the street listening to music. Wisdom from my younger sister, delivered via text after expressing my desire to go back home at the start of my junior year: "Don't be silly! You got this :)" Songs About Jane, Maroon 5; the first CD I bought myself with my own money. An irrational fear of the security sensors mistakenly going off whenever I exit a store.

A lifelong friendship and devotion to Harry Potter. The habit of pretending I am using telekinesis to open automatic doors. A caricature of Alma, Alexis and I, drawn in Sea World the summer before our senior year Advice from Dad that has gotten me through tough times, everything happens for a reason. The desire to know what it feels like to fly.