Here’s to Another Year

I am one who enjoys structure: knowing which classes I go to on what days, having a set syllabus, and knowing what to expect. But, when I lost my external hard drive, I felt as though I lost a piece of myself – my childhood photos, every single family holiday, my photography. I was the idiot who relied on my external hard drive as I rely on laughter to get me through the days. I cried. My parents tried to calm me down, but I couldn’t find myself continuing without what was on that piece of welded, circuited metal protected by a plastic housing.

When I first got my external hard drive, it was called “My Passport.” I thought it was a funny name for something that held my entire life’s memories – the abundance of my childhood memories, the photos of family that I’ll likely never see again – like stamps on a passport. The only thing I have now are the photos that are posted to the Internet forever: the embarrassing fifth-grade selfies, photos of a field trip to Busch Gardens in eight grade, photos of me and my first boyfriend. And for once, I was grateful for being part of the “Selfie Generation.”

Sure, the photos are embarrassing, but if I delete them, who is sure to know where they go. Is it to the graveyard of disassembled pixels, meaningless in the abyss of computerized 0’s and 1’s? Or is it the deep web, where predators hide under dark cloaks, collecting the photos of memories to those who are lost? Perhaps they stay in Heaven, alongside the gods and goddesses to remind them of what life on Earth was like.

But they were gone forever. My parents’ memories struggle to maintain the pace of my younger sister and I’s ever-growing lives. And soon enough, the day will come when my mother won’t remember the passcode to her phone, or the faces of the people that lit up her lock screen.

And for that, I dread being part of the “Selfie Generation,” where our only memories rely on the Internet. My house is full of stacks of photo albums of my pre-birth to when I was around the age of 5. For now, and in the future, Alexandra from the age of 5 to 16 is forever lost in the abyss of wherever-lost-photos-go-to-die. And on the seventeenth birthday, I remember never to trust a piece of metal to hold the memories that last you a lifetime.

Under Miami’s Moonlight: New Film Brings Perspective

‘Moonlight’ won 3 Oscars for the 8 nominations they received. Here’s my review:

The Harbinger

By Alexandra Reboredo 

Moonlight is a film that reaches the audience in a way no other production piece has done before — it realistically depicts how difficult it is to be black, gay, and poor as the main character struggles through drug abuse, bullying, and street violence.

Set in Miami, the film follows Chiron, a young black boy who does not fit in. His friends and family coined him with the humiliating nickname Little. He walks into school everyday, avoiding homophobic remarks in the schoolyard, just to come back home to his mother who develops an addiction to snorting “crack” cocaine.

This film shows a different perspective of Miami, usually hidden beneath beach towels and sunglasses, that other people are too afraid to show.

Moonlight also highlights the drug trade problem that takes place in Miami. A character named Juan controls the drug scene. When Chiron finds Juan’s house, which…

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Midnight Poetry: Touch

I can still feel

Your fingertips grazing across my skin

Tracing figure eights

Scratching the hard ice.

The cold sends shivers throughout my body

Mountains rise

And spread like a wildfire

Yet I’ve never felt a warmth so strong

A burning passion in my chest

A pleasant pain

Your beautiful trails

Now etched on my skin

And the thought of them leaves a sting

Across my skin

Princess of Alderaan

Since Wednesday, I have been responsible for looking after my older sister’s cat as she enjoys herself at Electric Daisy Carnival, a music festival in Orlando. Her cat, Princess Leia (her husband is a Star Wars geek), had trouble getting used to our small apartment when she first arrived.

Already occupied by my fish, Sardina Jr. (thanks dad for the name), and my bird, Sasha, my room would be lively for the next week. We were given her bed for her to sleep on but when she sleeps (on RARE occasions), she claims my desk chair as her throne. My night’s sleep has been troublesome as I find myself waking up in hourly increments to her ‘meow’

Leia spends most of her day on my windowsill, between the curtains, looking into my fishbowl, or climbing around my bird’s cage as he flies around frantically inside.

#FSPAJournalismDay 2015

Today was journalism day, and my journalism class took a trip to FIU South Campus.

At Journalism Day, we received these cool shirts. The theme this year was Star Wars.

After pacing across tables for free stuff, like cute pins, pens, and notebooks, we sat in the ballroom.

Afterwards, we were set off to the seminars we choose to attend. My first seminar was done by Herff Jones, and it was a PowerPoint presentation about yearbook layouts. My second seminar was learning how to market in order to sell our publication. And my last seminar was about using social media to report.

At the end, we all came together as they called out awards. Carolina was chosen to write the on the spot news writing. Daylin wrote the feature, and Nathalie wrote the creative.

Although the scoring was a bit sketchy, great job to the girls with all their work!