This Fourth of July weekend was great mostly because I got to go to baseball at Clark Park for the first time since it started this year! For those of you who don’t already know this about me, I am a baseball junkie (GO TIGERS, #PICKRICK FOR THE ALL STAR GAME. YOU HAVE UNTIL 4 […]

Today, after I woke to sirens. I heard a voice tell me to leave the building. When I realized that I wasn’t dreaming and that the voice wasn’t in my head I promptly left and waited across the street with the rest of you. Altogether we stood amassed at the crosswalk confusing people who intended to

I know how to jiggle the back door just right to get it to open.And I can answer (most) people’s questions on the phone.I am recognized by community members at meetings every so often now.And I am up on all the park political drama.I have some bearings now.I can tell a busy day from a

In an earlier post I promised some pictures, so here’s a few from some adventures and good times. Realizing that we’re already 6 weeks in and more than half done with this program, I’m feeling a bit sad already. But I need to keep telling myself that instead of worrying about it ending I just

I work in the Detroit Public School Go Green office along with another student. We mostly in charge of analyzing data from a survey taken during the school year. However both my co-worker and myself have had a chance to get out of the office with our supervisor Emile to visit some Detroit Public Schools.

As I went back home for the fourth of July, many things became apparent to me. First, it was very obvious just how different Detroit is compared to many other cities, such as Chicago, which is located just 40 minutes from my parent’s home. It took me to go back home just to realize how

George Seurat is a painter you might well know, though you might not know his name. He’s famous for his work in pointillism, a method of painting that uses small dots to portray a larger picture. His most famous painting perhaps, is Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grand Jette Now why am I

This past weekend I had the opportunity to venture to my nana’s hometown, Shenandoah, Pennsylvania. Built on the success of the coal industry and a popular place for immigrant settlement, Shenandoah has a great deal of history encased in its buildings and denizens. My nana spent part of her childhood on Shenandoah’s 30 West Coal