Going into high school with two older sisters to give me a rundown of East was a blessing in disguise. But it also meant copying nearly everything they do, while also trying to leave my mark. They both had their “thing” going for them which meant I had to subsequently join cheer like my sister and eventually the blessing in disguise… Harbinger. OK, this isn’t going to be a sob story about me not having a calling in life but, I can say that other than my late-night crying sessions about my photostory every other week, Harbinger gave me something to look forward to every day. Originally having no interest in the whole journalism thing, I was constantly pressured by my upperclassmen friends to join. Finally, after months of avoidance, I caved and submitted my application at semester. Seeing my friends’ smiles after becoming a staff photographer made me ecstatic for class after winter break, thinking it would be a breeze — I was wrong. To read more, click the link in bio. #storybyl...