Autumn Jefferson
Pronouns: she/her/hers
Autumn is a rising third-year majoring in Architecture on a pre-professional track. Her interests as a designer are driven by an appreciation for systematic and organic creation, a love of art, as well as an enthusiasm for hands-on production.
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In the fall of my junior year of high school, the athletics program mandated an assembly for all the female athletes, stuffing our already cramped cafeteria full with apathetic girls.
Every sound wave is a pattern.
Every sound wave has its own frequency, a wavelength recreated over and over again.
This photo was taken on a Tuesday morning before a long day of classes. Tuesday is by far my busiest day of the week, yet I conjure up the funkiest outfit possible in the small window of time I have before inevitably running late to my 11 am class.
Everyone around me is in constant motion, much like the waves roiling and knots coiling inside me. I so badly want to join in on the excitement. I want to enjoy the moment.
Cassie (she/her): Hi Emma Mei and Acacia, can you start by telling me a little bit about yourself? What year are you, what are your pronouns, what is your racial/ethnic identity, and how long have you been in Mixed Race Student Coalition (MRSC)
At eight years old, plead with your father to turn off the Spanish-language songs blaring from the radio. “English songs only!” you demand, longing to find a sense of familiarity in the lyrics of the songs you listened to.
when i was growing up, the waves crashing against the assateague island beach sounded like mother nature raking her nails down a sandy chalkboard.
When I listen to the radio, I can’t help but sing along, even when I know I shouldn’t—like when I hear a catchy tune littered with sexualized imagery and glittering misogyny.
As she shapes my nails, we talk about the state of modern poetry, of literature as a magnum for capitalist venture...
now press your tongue against your teeth
say rot! say truth! say life’s a brutal game
I’m compelled not only to read, but also to consider the complete worldview of others, painfully seeing the crack that puts my world at crisis...
Clean the cobwebs out of your ears, my dear,
you are putting yourself back together
and I want you to hear me as I say this:
you are ready to step into yourself