It’s really amazing how a city so far away has the same ‘big city on the water’ feeling as New York does. Sydney is still very different since the pace is much slower than New York’s and allows you a second to breathe.

The March For Our Lives that occurred on Saturday March 24 brought almost 200,000 people together in New York City, and hundreds of thousands more around the country and the world. I attended because I wanted to be a part of history, but mostly because I wanted to express my frustration about the fact that I don’t understand why there is even still a debate around stricter gun control. Why are there still constant mass shootings? Shouldn’t this have been resolved already? So many lives have been lost, but how is it that the adults in Congress can’t agree to value lives more than guns?

Despite the “fight” in pillow fight, Saturday’s annual event in Washington Square Park felt more like a celebration than a battle. Pillow fighters young and old wailed...

After attending The March for Our Lives on Saturday, it is apparent that the movement is inclusive of the intersectional aspects of gun violence.

The saying goes: you become the people you surround yourself with. Sometimes, you become your dog instead.