It’s easy—almost far too easy to just say where we are from. A country. A place. A word. But where we really come from is from our parents and our culture. A history.
Tracy Wang is a 15-year-old who first discovered her zest for writing during her middle school years. Being the recipient of every wonderland books offered her, she's now decided to tell stories she's seen, stories that grew near to her heart, stories that inspired her and would inspire others, stories to call her own. Writing for her has always been a form of communication, either to others around her or to herself. It is a form of change, of healing and developing, of learning and indulging, and brings revolution. Motivated by show-not-tell, she believes writing accomplishes this.
This year, being a tumultuous series of events has influenced my own perspective on life, my identity, and the world. Transitioning into high school was a new and ultimately lonely experience, but I found solace in writing different forms of expression on the bus each morning, reminding me that I focus on myself and do well both in my academic studies and mental wellbeing. Throughout war, a pandemic, and consequences of women’s rights compelled my gratitude for the people that were by my side.
Looking Back at Anger
In 15 years I’ve grown, cried, fallen, learned and learned some more. However, I have wished I was better, more proficient, smarter, savvier, wittier, stronger, something… more than the person I am.
A Winter in Quarantine; My One Year Story
And then I feel anxiety for a good thirty minutes, hating how I was the only one concerned at that moment