https://everythingspeakstome.com/files/original/83970a7a3872e6bfc8239e14f070a3a5.jpg d6fe43991ba478bcd56c13d96a158afc Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Miami Stories Description An account of the resource Real stories of life in Miami. Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Text Please post your written submission in this field. The images you would like to include should be posted as attachments below. Morning brought pouring rain from the day before as if the sky was going to fall. Everybody and their mother knows that Miami streets are already packed with traffic at this time of day. Add a storm, and you have the perfect street parade of stalled cars ready to block your way to work. It was obvious that the hurricane season had arrived. From my perspective, high school was the critical period when I understood I had to get my act together. I became disillusioned with being a teenager. It was time to transition into a young adult. Thus, I had to force myself to cultivate any good habits I was lacking. Among these were setting aside time to do homework and studying, developing a consistent sleep schedule, and making sure I went to the gym three times a week. For the first time ever, I had to focus more on my future without relying on others. As soon as I entered college, I was determined to be as responsible as possible. I considered it a good introduction to a future professional life. I got a job on weekends at a Shake Shack restaurant, located in Dadeland Mall’s food court. But as all things rushed, I became anxious about how I managed my time with this new job. Everything needed to be perfectly done as I intended it to be. Furthermore, since most of my high school friends had gone to other colleges, I placed my old friendships as secondary priorities to focus more intensely on my college work. As a result, I needed to find a way to build up more relationships to an already busy schedule. By the time I left Professor Cahill’s English class on Friday, I had to sprint to my parked car in an effort to arrive on time for my 1 PM shift. To make matters worse, it had been raining all morning, and I had forgotten my umbrella at home. As I drove out from Miami Dade College- Kendall Campus, the storm intensified. I headed north and turned eastward on N Kendall Dr in the direction of Dadeland Mall. Just the way I pictured it in my head earlier, two out of the three lanes were blocked with cars stuck by the flooded curbside. I had ten minutes to get to work and my bowels started to roar due to the anxiety. I released some of the stress with a scrumptious moan and waited a few minutes for the red light to change in a single-lane street. On the other lane, there was a car trying to switch lanes into the only lane available. I mindlessly turned my head to the side. I was able to spot through the raindrops on the car’s window. The driver of the car was having a temper tantrum. I stared for a moment and realized that the man was shirtless and groaning his lungs out. Even with the sound of rain all around, I was able to distinguish some Cuban-styled curse words in Spanish, as he stuck his tongue out in distress. It was both a hilarious and disturbing spectacle. It was clear that the reason for such a show was that nobody wanted to let him switch lanes. But when the man attempted to pull some hair out of his scalp, I questioned the importance of my anxieties. When the time came, I let him switch lanes in front of me. After experiencing such a scene, I suddenly understood that my worries about sticking to my schedule and my goals regardless in a rigid fashion, regardless of the circumstances, were also a problem shared by others in my community. This thought comforted me in a strange way. Maybe because it made me feel I was not alone with my concerns. As a last attempt to make it on time, I quickly decided to turn northward through SW 87th Ave towards Snapper Creek Expressway. But as I took the shortcut in a hurry, I remembered that I had to be alive in order to work. I told myself to slow down on wet asphalt, regardless of how late I might get to work. Although I could have behaved like any hot-headed Miami driver and followed the example of the shirtless man, I was not going to choose that route. It feels good to be part of that community, but bad communal habits are stripped one person at a time. Prudence makes an example for others. Once I entered the parking lot, I sprinted to the employee back alley. I went straight to Freddy, the manager, to clock in and get my instructions for the day. But to my surprise, someone else new was working on my station in the kitchen. Freddy told me he had called me on my phone and sent repeated text messages notifying me to come to work tomorrow. The new guy was in training and needed more hours to get used to the shift. In addition, they already had too many employees working in such a small kitchen. I had my phone off all morning to focus on my chemistry homework. All that traffic hassle was for nothing. Disappointed and ridiculed, I strolled back to my car. Maybe I had to quit my job and focus more on my life as a college student. Maybe I had to spend more leisure time with my friends. Oh, I almost forgot. Maybe it was a good idea to make new friends first. To bring about meaningful connections that last. I did not want to be grumpy all the time, like my mom was whenever she got home from work. I wanted to work and study so that I could live, not the other way around. For people residing in Miami, it is a requirement to be busy and hard-working. The rent is high. Gas and food are expensive. People need to make ends meet. But at the end of the day, we can only do so much. I started to believe again that we need to rely more on one another’s comfort and support when routines get difficult. The daily hassles of life, although essential and fruitful, separate us from one another and even from ourselves. Even to the point of turning us animalistic and illogical. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Daily Hassles Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Jorge Hurtado Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 10/03/2022