One of the reasons I wrote about USC is that it is a symbol in the city, which is the ideal for many people, such as Avery,” Johnson said. “When I was applying to USC back in the mid ’80s, for my family and many others, the university symbolized stature, progress and opportunity. But I wanted to illustrate very complicated abstract terms like progress and opportunity. There is push and pull, give and take, and so within the university, Avery is getting an education about people, class and race, about how difficult progress can sometimes be.”
(via Finding One’s Self in L.A. > News > USC Dornsife)

One of the reasons I wrote about USC is that it is a symbol in the city, which is the ideal for many people, such as Avery,” Johnson said. “When I was applying to USC back in the mid ’80s, for my family and many others, the university symbolized stature, progress and opportunity. But I wanted to illustrate very complicated abstract terms like progress and opportunity. There is push and pull, give and take, and so within the university, Avery is getting an education about people, class and race, about how difficult progress can sometimes be.”

(via Finding One’s Self in L.A. > News > USC Dornsife)

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Dangling. A sea of feet just dangling above my head. Why won’t they help me? Why are my cries for assistance gone unnoticed? Timothy said he would make sure I suffered. That I would be embarrassed by all of my peers. I should’ve believed him. Should’ve never dived off the pier, no matter how much he insisted. Now gasping for my last bit of air, I struggle to make contact with anyone, any eyes that have just a glimmer of mercy. There are none. 
(via writers-blockparty):

WRITING PROMPT #53
why are all these people sitting on a sea wall?

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Dangling. A sea of feet just dangling above my head. Why won’t they help me? Why are my cries for assistance gone unnoticed? Timothy said he would make sure I suffered. That I would be embarrassed by all of my peers. I should’ve believed him. Should’ve never dived off the pier, no matter how much he insisted. Now gasping for my last bit of air, I struggle to make contact with anyone, any eyes that have just a glimmer of mercy. There are none. 

(via writers-blockparty):

WRITING PROMPT #53

why are all these people sitting on a sea wall?