Facing Fear & Rebounding after the Letdown

achieve-1822503_960_720.jpg“There is nothing to fear but fear itself.  There is nothing to fear but fear itself…” I chanted to myself as I lay down hopelessly on my mom’s bed the night before my big Teach For America interview.  Now, I don’t know why exactly I thought Franklin D. Roosevelt’s words would be so soothing to my ears at this point in time, but considering I had tried everything else at that point including crying, yes, crying – I had no other options.  I desperately rattled off all the ways I could somehow skip tomorrow’s interview, just so I wouldn’t have to go through what I thought would be potentially embarrassing or humiliating.  I thought about food poisoning, fainting, vomiting, breaking a leg, and even faking my own death!

Well okay… maybe not that last option, but still, you get the point. Continue reading “Facing Fear & Rebounding after the Letdown”


I am More

Self love hurts.

Sometimes the best decisions we make for ourselves are the hardest ones to pull off. Sometimes we have to make tough decisions in the present to have a brighter, happier future in the long run. Sometimes we think we aren’t capable.


You are capable. You are strong enough. You can do anything you set your mind to.

Some words of encouragement my mother used to say to me was “If they can do it, why can’t you?”. I never had a response to that but in the back of my mind I used to think “because I just can’t”. It took me a long time to realize that I have the power to do anything because I am just as smart, just as strong, and just as amazing as everyone else, better yet, no one could be better at being me than me. Continue reading “I am More”

Around the World and Into Myself

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Hey guys, My name’s Erica and I’m a sophomore here at UAlbany.

To be honest with you, I am not even sure anyone will ever even see this (I mean really how many people do you know would choose some basic nineteen year old girl’s blog over that lit twitter fight?) Well, for those of you who do, what’s good? Oh and before I even get into whatever spiel this ends up being, I’d like to clarify my less than scholarly descriptor words back there. More often than not, the terms “basic” and “girl” strung so closely together paint a picture of hashtags and Starbucks — or #Starbs, if you will (SO insta worthy btw). Now don’t get me wrong I’m as much a fan of social media, and anything that rivals my now increasingly irritating job (@Dunkin) as the next person. But, the Erica everyone else has come to know, and inevitably love (What can I say? I’m great!), you too will soon realize, is anything but a basic girl. You see, here, “basic” refers to my past. I grew up in your traditional white-picket-fence realm of suburbia, raised by traditional parents in a traditional family of five. But really, even as my own fingertips graze this keyboard with the intent of sincerity, I know that “traditional” is just a frilled way of saying average.

Again, please don’t get me wrong, I appreciate this upbringing. The close-knitted community blessed me with more than I could probably ever fathom. It saved my family in a time of tragedy, a story, I will  save for another day. I would not change my years in that small Connecticut town I call home for anything .

It all started just over a year ago: I was a first semester freshman, performing averagely in my, mostly gen-ed classes. Apparently getting accustomed to the academic shift between high school and college did not come nearly as naturally as the social one had. Personally, I blame frat houses. I mean they’re just so clean and tame and it’s almost like heels were tailored specifically for those rickety spiral staircases! I’m sorry I literally just cannot help but laugh at that one. But I could not, solely, blame the staircases  for the damage my body had, undeniably, absorbed. I went from the palest white to black and blue REAL QUICK. Continue reading “Around the World and Into Myself”



My name is Leobianny Hilario and I am stubborn. Despite what anyone tells me to do, I always do what I think is best. I am a Latina born and raised in Brooklyn, New York so perhaps I just have stubbornness running through my blood. I am a sophomore, here at the University at Albany and am pursing a double major in the field of English and Communications. This semester, I want to focus on perseverance  – on being  stubborn. Continue reading “Perseverance”