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@stanfordfball ‘25
M.S. Tulane ‘26

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Sky in reflection, among loved ones! What good mirrors our loved ones are, ne?

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Grateful
Over the last few months got to experience some great memories and moments. Played against and with some absolute legends and can’t wait to see what’s to come!

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I go back to Louisiana so much so much so much because I’m obsessed with my loved ones how could I not be??? Look at them??? What else should I say other than…… hot damn Lewziana I love ya.

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Twos up ✌️ ✌️

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Shut up and suck it 🦪

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Shield 2024-25

When I was young, no matter where I went, someone would always give me clothes to sleep in. Because of this, I have always understood pajamas to be something shared between people, something meant to be borrowed, and it became a habit of mine not to waste space packing them in any bag.
The custom of borrowing pajamas has become so natural to me that even in the 2 years I’ve been living out of a suitcase, I only have one pair. And only this one pair because recently my mom thought it time that the lady-woman-thing that I am should keep at least one set of pajamas with her at the ripe age of 27. But I keep those tucked away in my suitcase when I visit my brothers because they know about the custom of borrowing pajamas and they expect me to raid their closets for something cozy at night. Every time I visit Shield though, he beats me to it, leaving a folded stack of pjs out for me on the bed. Normally a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. It doesn’t matter if things fit right because I like being bundled in lots of fabric while I sleep. If I’m cold I’ll take out a pair of his sweatpants that are 6 sizes too big for me and pull the drawstring as tight as it can go until they’re sagging on me well enough. When I have sleepovers with Shield, he gives me his bed and he takes the couch. I think he likes offering up his bed to overnight crashers because couch-sleeping is nostalgic to him. Even sometimes when there is a bed for him to sleep in, he still chooses the couch. I wonder if the little boy in him is waiting on someone to pick him up and carry him to bed again. It’s been so long since anyone picked up that little boy. I imagine even big boys want to be carried sometimes, too. [Cont. in comments]

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When we were young our dad would pray over us in tongues each night before bed. He would tell me to give my own prayer to god, and so while he’d speak in a language I could always understand without ever knowing words for, I’d watch him with my eyes wide and pray, “Please, please god. Just let me be taller than my brothers.”
My height over them did not last long, so at the start of my double digits, as our dad continued his nightly holyspeak, my prayer transformed into, “Fine. If I can’t be taller than my brothers, then let me be cooler than them.”
Maybe god’s humoring me or maybe my will is wild but I can smirk in my brothers’ direction to that already answered prayer. It’s important to me to continue to be my own answer to that prayer, out of love for myself, and for them too. Because when they read this they will recognize this provocation each accept my challenge. Are you going to let me be cooler than you? What are you going to do about it? We were raised to be very competitive children, you see.
A year ago I was in Sri Lanka contentedly eavesdropping as a dorky group of bird watchers listed all the group names for gatherings of different birds. A charm of finches, a murder of crows, a wake of vultures. I smiled as I wondered to myself what we would be called, as a group of siblings. If Suede is rowdy and Slayte is righteous, Shield is ravenous and I am riskier than them all. “We’d be a Riot,” I thought in a Ceylon jungle.
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For my 27th I laughed next to my best friend, my mama, my brothers, and little sisters {it’s going to be a very good year}

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In June Shield packed up all his shit and we drove from California to Louisiana over a couple days. He didn’t let me drive not even for an hour (which tbh I loved hehe I am a very good passenger) and I took it upon myself to provide entertainment, food stops, and forgot to mention the extra driving minutes when I exec decided to route us to Joshua tree and White sands just to walk around for 30min which ofc was worth it both times hehe. We laughed a lot, overslept one time (hehe we laughed about it), talked about life after, sang together, blah blah blah he’s one of my bestfriends and I love him so much and am so happy to be his big sister that gets to sit in the passenger seat of his big life transitions. So ♥ (last two pics are from when he first started college 4 years ago. Oh, time!)

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Came back to America and our littlest son graduated from college and this is my family ♥

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No man becomes suddenly different from his habits and cherished thoughts

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Just like that

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