This project started on a Monday. I was driving to my Spanish class at the local community college (a supplement to my high school curriculum) when a song came on the radio. I don't remember the song, and it held no real importance in my life, but after a few bars, I was overcome with this awful feeling. It dawned on my that I was very unhappy with my life. During my class, this feeling kept washing over me. I decided that the only way that I was going to be a ble to keep my sanity in that class was to write what I was feeling. I've always been able to articulate my feelings in a more productive way through written word. I of course wrote this essay in Spanish, for what would my teacher think if she saw that I was writing in English during her class? She also knows that I'm perfectly capable of doing so, as I am fluent in Spanish. Many might wonder why I harbor such feelings. I live in an affluent suburb of New York City. I have an excelent family life, and I'm a good student. It would seem that I live a charmed life. However, this is far from the truth.
This became a ritual for me, and I started doing it during my high school classes as well. I collected these hand written essays in the back of my planner, where they started to take up space. I felt that writing them out here (translated, of course) might add some legitimacy to my feelings. These are my essays.
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