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  • I first became Political in the last year of middle school, right after organizing a shoeless march/shoe drive downtown. Only 100 people showed up, but we collected over 500 pairs of shoes.
    I moved around way to much, and graduated high school early. I had a hard time feeling like I belonged anywhere, but at every school I was a Varsity Cheerleader. For those of you that don't know, this is a big deal while in high school. I was a great gymnast and flyer and the other girls on the squad would always include me in their activities.
    I still didn't feel like I belonged.
    When my teammates went to the mall after school, I went to meetings at the local university. I was heavily involved with RSU (Revolutionary Students Union) SHAAFT (Secular Humanism Agnosticism and Free Thought) and SLDT (Salt Lake Dream Team).

    All through high school, as kids were listening to derrogatory music, or numbing their minds with tv, or obsessing over the opposite sex, my political education grew, as I read different philosophers and continued to attend meetings at universities to plan marches, rallies and converse amongst comrades.
    I was the youngest student organizer*, Organizing college students and workers while cheering on friday nights. No one had a problem with it. They all called me little sister, and I never faced a problem with agism.
    After my brother left to New York to join the Occupy Movement, I dove right into the encampment we were building in salt lake. I spent every single weekend up there, Heading up right after school on friday and leaving late sunday night. I would always tell my parents I was spending the night at friends.
    This double life continued until about November, when I got a text message during school saying the police were at the camp. I rushed up to salt lake (about a thirty minute drive from my town of provo), But by the time I got up there everyone was arrested and I spent the night in the court waiting for my friends as Jail support.

    My life was full of rallies, marches, and meetings up until four months ago.
    About four months ago I underwent a mid-life crisis. Yes, a mid life crisis as a seventeen year old.

    I began a romantic relationship with a boy that has tattoos and piercings and my mother didn't like that. She took away my car, my phone and bicycle. I didn't really care about losing contact with the boy, but I had lost my ability to contact my comrades! Without mental stimulation through discussion what could I do? I was done with high school, so for two months I would only go to work and my mother would pick me up and take me home. When I finally quit my job all I would do is sit in my room and listen to my doors album.

    Then one day, I bought a ticket.

    I was going to move to New York, either as a runaway or with my parent blessing. My brother was still living there as an organizer since occupy, and when I told him I would be joining him he was excited. We used to organize out in salt lake together, and he is basically how I become politically aware, So he was excited to join forces with me again.
    As time grew near, I kept telling my mother (I lived with her at the time) that I was moving to New York. She didn't believe me. One day before my flight, I began packing. I didn't want to bring a lot of clothes, so most of my suitcase contained my paint brushes and paint. My mother walked downstairs into my room and asked me "Where are you going?", I looked up at her, with a straight face and said "I'm moving to new york."

    After a long talk between both of parents, a couple of phone calls to my brother, and a lot of tears from my mother, siblings, and father, I walked into the airport. I had a small suitcase, a light jacket and one hundred dollars to my name.

    It's been about two months since I have been in New York. I've been working since the day I landed. I work within the occupy sandy network, so I spend a lot of my time working in the rockaways. An area badly hit by sandy, already suffering from poverty before the storm. I'm working on two projects out in the rockaways currently. One is that I am helping incubate cooperatives, I have a group of 8 community members and I am helping them start a co-op (A great little alternative to capitalism! ;)). The other project is a political education process that six other trainer/educators are leading with me. It's basically a group of community members that we are radicalizing.
    I just got hired to lead a four day strike in DC at the end of the month. So i am pretty excited for that! I also just got done with an action I got hired to plan. It was against Carlos slim, the richest man on earth. Here is the link for the video.

    I am really lucky to be able to pursue my dreams. Everyday I wake up, and I am able to work towards human liberation. I've meet wonderful people and some "lovers" already. I'm getting trained to become a direct action trainer (climbing buildings to banner drop, tree sits, tripods, etc). But coming up quickly, I am preparing myself for the big protest going to happen around january next year. The first commercial tar sand mine is going to be built in Utah. Currently I talking with Green Peace, and Peaceful uprising, concerning the Keystone XL Pipeline and the Tar Sand Mine.
    This summer I'm going to have to be fearless, in order to fight for a big climate justice push. Also, does anyone care how cool this is? I live by myself In new york. My only friends are like college professors and like late twenty year olds. The whole city is my play ground! I can eat ice cream for breakfast, and I have no curfew. Sheesh, I am too young for this.

    Hasta la victoria siempre.

    **I try to stray away from words like activist and organizer, Because that differentiates what I do to every day life of another person. although I am lucky to be able to surround myself around this type of work, I don't want people to think I protest or picket or do direct action just because I am an "activist".

    DISCLAIMER: I am sorry to whoever is reading this. I realize it is horribly written, I just hardly ever have time to sit down and write like this. I promise I am a better writer than this!!
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