I Have No Words

I think protest are a great way to increase the visibility of an issue that we are facing. For example the 4/20 Walk Out was a great way for young people to show adults we are no longer staying silent when our safety is threatened. The Climate Strike was the same idea. There are many people who didn't go to the climate strike because they don't see the reason or do see how a strike would will help. Honestly, I understand this outlook but it's better to do something than nothing at all, in my opinion. Showing solidarity for an issue can say a lot about how prevalent it truly is, and increase pressure on those in more powerful positions to do something. The strike was empowering and inspiring. Uni, University of Illinois, and CMS (Campus Middle School) students came together to raise awarness about climate change. I can't tell you specifically what the local movement changed but I will tell you its goals: 1) Raise public awareness of the issue 2) Have the univers

I guess I should introduce myself since this blog is all about my name and you might not even know it.  I’m Samaia (suh-my-yah if that helps), I'm a Senior and honestly my writing skills are not the best (so hopefully this blog gets better over time). I have always appreciated my name, I couldn't imagine having a different one. In my family we all have names that start with an S except for my dad. Sammer (mom), Silas (twin brother), Sidney (younger sister), and Douglas (dad). I have always compared my name to my siblings and mine is the easiest to misspell and hardest to pronounce. People I have known for several years still misspell my name. I have meet only a few "suh-my-yah's", and I have never meet someone who has the same spelling. I remember being assigned to sit next to a girl on the bus with my name, I was so shocked and thought it was such a rare coincidence. I love my middle name and the story that goes along with it, Milan (my first name doesn't