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Sienna Walker

A native of Southern California, Sienna is both a dedicated surfer and accomplished ballroom dancer. For the past two years she has held the position of a Naviance ambassador, encouraging marginalized students in Los Angeles county to plan for the future, and has also volunteered with the Palos Verdes Assembly teaching kids how to ballroom dance. Sienna’s love of travel has already taken her to Costa Rica, Mexico, and South Africa--and she hopes these are just the first of many more destinations to come.


The Cookbook Confessions

June 15, 2012

Three. I have spent a total of three hours watching Food Network and I’m supposed to lead a cooking class? I’ll have it known that those three hours did, in fact, take place in the gym, without option, while working out. Now with it established that I am no Rachael Ray or Bobby Flay or...

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Long Overdue

May 24, 2012

Enjoy my first video! It touches on the big picture lessons that I took away from my gap year. Feedback appreciated!   South of the Equator

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Some Things Never Change

May 17, 2012

To be honest, I am not a poetry girl by nature. But during the last few weeks of re-entry, I have found it to be a fitting outlet. Here’s my latest shot at free verse on change. Enjoy.   Is it true that some things never change? Bound by constant, unremitting force Surrendered to the...

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Thank You for Participating

April 24, 2012

I am late. Only by 10 minutes but late nonetheless. It’s a clear Monday morning, the sun isn’t yet scorching and the rains have passed. He isn’t phased. In baggy army shorts and bearing my life investment, a EOS Canon Rebel T3, he walks with swag. I throw my hair back into a bun as...

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Connect Four

March 30, 2012

In the past month, I spent a handfull of days in and out of the hospital, having CAT scans and blood tests, with an undecided but looming pre-diagnosis of tuberulosis. Much to my appreciation, my Quito host family took me in during those dramatic days. And one night during my stay, my sister invited me...

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Banana Bonanza

January 9, 2012

  In the blink of an eye, I was seven years old again, bouncing along on the rough dirt road to my grandfather’s ranch. There I was seated lazily on my sister’s lap in our old blue pick-up, counting the kangaroos that passed. The thick groves of eucalyptus trees lined the single road to our...

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