NonFiction Writing Life Lessons

I've lived by this lesson for quite sometime. It's not something I learned last week, but I thought that it would be beneficial and valuable for y'all as we head into finals and more stressful times.  I am clueless as to how I came by this lesson. Was it some motivational quote from a YT or Instagram? Did I have a magnificent epiphany one random night? Was it a bit of both? I have no clue, but this lesson has changed my mindset and perspective on life in such an impactful way.  The lesson is very straight-forward, and I wish that everyone who is reading this takes a few minutes to just think about the lesson. It takes bad days to make good days. That's it, that is the lesson. Just think about it for a few minutes. Stare off into the distance and just think about your past experiences, your past challenges that you overcame, all the moments where you felt the world was going to end. That moment where you felt anxious about a test, or nervous about asking someone to dance...

 My parents host a lot of get-togethers with our friends, relatives, and family-friends. We host these events on the weekends, usually on Friday and Saturdays. For the larger get-togethers, guests would start arriving at 2 PM and would leave at midnight or even after. Overall, it's just a fun time. The only problem with these parties that we have is that I don't have many cousins and family-friends my age that live in Champaign. They all live up in Chicago and Michigan and India. However, I have a few younger family-friends that are fun to mess with. They're names are Harsh Patel and Dev Patel, in 7th grade and 4th grade respectively. It may surprise you that I have a cousin named Harsh Patel, but he does exist. Harsh and Dev are all about fun, but to a certain extent they rely on me to manage the fun because of their younger age. They're parents are also more strict and stern because of their age. Harsh and Dev have never been on top of the roof of a house. Matter of f...

 I love driving. Getting your driver's license is, in my opinion, the best thing that a teenager can receive. You no longer have to nag your parents to take you to your friend's house. You no longer have to wait for your parents to drive you to track practice. You no longer have to ask your parents to pick you up at midnight from a friend's house.  Driving as a teen is something else. You're young, wild, and free. You think that nothing can stop you. You hop in the car, set aux, roll the windows down, and go. I don't think about the consequences of speeding down Curtis at night or damaging the longevity of my car through my inefficient braking. Mind you, I'm a good driver. If you are my passenger, I promise you that you will reach your destination safely, whether I'm driving safely or not.  However, recently, I've damaged the car twice in a span of two-three weeks. The first incident was at night with my friends where I drove into a ditch out in the coun...