By Madison Davis
Seventeen-year-old Cyanne Rohlf is woken up by the screeching sound of her alarm clock in her New York loft, that is snoozed multiple times before she actually gets out of bed. She sorts through her closet to find an outfit for the day, and then rushes out of the door because she tends to be late to school, not even thinking about breakfast. She speed walks to the subway that’s five minutes away attempting to avoid all human contact. Rohlf is then packed into the subway with hundreds of businessmen and woman that are yet to have their morning coffee.
Rohlf ended up in Brooklyn when she was around one year old. Her parents, Guinevere Johnson and Jason Rohlf, were living in Wisconsin near all of her family, and one day they decided that Wisconsin was boring and ventured out to take on “The Big Apple”. Her father is an abstract artist, and her mother works as the head of fundraising at a non-profit organization that brings awareness of mental illness.
Rohlf loves how in Brooklyn, New York everything is close and effortless to reach to by public transportation. Venues for concerts, festivals, and parties are just a subway stop away. There are thousands of stores and shopping centers to fit her wants and needs less than twenty minutes away from her loft. Being a teenage girl, Rohlf has a love for clothes that, “in New York,” she says, “ranges from fashion week to Forever 21”. After all, it is a city of fashion.
She appreciates and enjoys that she is able to expose herself to a wide variety of cultures and people as a result of the demographics of the city. This gives her a large selection of connections with people that could potentially benefit her in the future.
Seventeen-year-old Cyanne Rohlf is woken up by the screeching sound of her alarm clock in her New York loft, that is snoozed multiple times before she actually gets out of bed. She sorts through her closet to find an outfit for the day, and then rushes out of the door because she tends to be late to school, not even thinking about breakfast. She speed walks to the subway that’s five minutes away attempting to avoid all human contact. Rohlf is then packed into the subway with hundreds of businessmen and woman that are yet to have their morning coffee.
Rohlf ended up in Brooklyn when she was around one year old. Her parents, Guinevere Johnson and Jason Rohlf, were living in Wisconsin near all of her family, and one day they decided that Wisconsin was boring and ventured out to take on “The Big Apple”. Her father is an abstract artist, and her mother works as the head of fundraising at a non-profit organization that brings awareness of mental illness.
Rohlf loves how in Brooklyn, New York everything is close and effortless to reach to by public transportation. Venues for concerts, festivals, and parties are just a subway stop away. There are thousands of stores and shopping centers to fit her wants and needs less than twenty minutes away from her loft. Being a teenage girl, Rohlf has a love for clothes that, “in New York,” she says, “ranges from fashion week to Forever 21”. After all, it is a city of fashion.
She appreciates and enjoys that she is able to expose herself to a wide variety of cultures and people as a result of the demographics of the city. This gives her a large selection of connections with people that could potentially benefit her in the future.
Although being a teenager in Brooklyn is an extreme blessing, it has its moments when it’s a curse. Due to the amount of traffic, learning how to drive is not an easy task, that of which she has yet to master. “It’s crowded pretty much everywhere, and when they say that it’s a ‘city that never sleeps’ they aren’t kidding”. Everything is always rushed, loud, and congested. Despite these negatives, Rohlf feels that the fast paced, quickened, and thoughtless environment keeps her life interesting.
After completing her day at public school, Rohlf wanders around the city to scope out new thrift stores, restaurants, and places for she and her friends to loiter and linger. In her mind she isn’t thinking about homework, she’s thinking about what’s the next move, where to next, what is left out there to explore, and, most importantly, what’s for dinner?