Josie Charlotte - Soon to be a high school senior, I write about my life and experience as a teenager growing up in the North Suburbs of Chicago. I have always been in love with writing and plan to do it for the rest of my life. My dream is to be a writer for Vogue, since fashion is the most wonderful thing in the world to me.

7 марта, 2014 - 03:58
Автор: Josie Charlotte
I've known I wanted to be in Fashion ever since I was two years old and put on my mother's heels for dress up. While all the other girls were dreaming of their princes, I was dreaming of my ballgowns. Fashion was never a question to me, it simply was who I was. My classmates knew it, my parents knew it, every one knew it. I was the girl who loved clothes. I played with Barbies until I was twelve, just because I loved to dress them. And then I
7 января, 2014 - 04:00
Автор: Josie Charlotte
As 2013 is thrown in the past like the head-to-toe denim trend, I’ve been thinking long and hard about the year ahead. The age-old tradition of counting down to midnight on January 1st will mean much more than sparkly dresses and a later bedtime. This year, it will mean the start of my independence, whether I’m ready for it or not. I’ve waited for 2014 for a very long time. Since Kindergarten, the year had been next to my name like middle
7 декабря, 2013 - 04:02
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“Ciao” The waiter said as we sat down at a table. “Ciao” we responded, laughing at how awful our accents were. “Ciao” means a lot of things, and it’s impossible to keep all the meanings straight. It means “hello”, but it also means “good bye” and “see you soon!” or sometimes “thank you” and “good day”. Basically, if you ever go to Italy and don’t know any Italian, just say “Ciao” four out of five times it’ll be appropriate. My school had taken
7 ноября, 2013 - 04:05
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Homecoming is an idea even more American than Barbeques and apple pie. It’s one weekend (or for my school, a whole week) in the fall where schools show off their very best football players and school spirit. A few weeks ago, I found myself on the first day of my last homecoming in high school. How could that have happened so fast? I feel like I’m still the awkward freshman in my Target backpack, amazed at the “huge” football players and hoping
7 сентября, 2013 - 05:08
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“Why California?” My sister always asks. Her judgmental, but good intentioned question always comes from the same place; fear that I will turn into the stereotypical, anorexic bimbo with fake breasts and a dream to make it “big” that we know as a Californian. Of course, that stereotype is very real indeed. Walk down Rodeo Drive in LA and you’ll see dozens of the stereotype. My answer to her question about my college location decision is always
7 июля, 2013 - 05:15
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Summer usually means popsicles and swimming pools, string-tie bikinis and sunscreen. Or at least, in bipolar Chicago, sometimes a sweater and cup of hot tea. But there comes a time in a teenager’s life when summer stops being summer and starts being the gateway to the future. On June 6th I finished one hellish year that included Junior Year English (not an easy class to complete) and countless ACT tests. So as the last bell rang and I heard
7 июня, 2013 - 05:18
Автор: Josie Charlotte
Prom is the ultimate American beauty contest. It’s that one night of High School where each individual can feel beautiful, and bigger than who they are. To American teenagers, Prom is like the Miss America Pageant, the Oscars, and their wedding night all rolled into one. It’s supposed to be this amazing night where magic happens. So then why was I so stressed out? A week before Prom, my Mom, sister, and I, had found ourselves in the

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