Tough job: Working with young adults trying to get their lives on track

Here's a more faithful rendering of Candelaria Silva's earnest prose.

I long to have superhero-powers to turn back the clock to the pivotal moments in their lives where they veered off course. I want to meet the adults and institutions who’ve failed these young people, all of whom were clearly born with enough intelligence and talent to succeed. What they lack is a clear purpose or direction. Their interests are infuriatingly narrow. Their goals are incredibly small. Getting them to set goals, make an outline for how getting the degree and a job fits into their future plans is nigh impossible.

All-in-all, she resorts to nine—count 'em, nine—font sizes and styles of emphasis. Silva might be a writer of merit, but she is depressingly dependent on visual gimmicks to prop up her prose.

Whenever Adamg quotes a snippet, I'm eager to read more, but I forget what I'll find at the other end of the link. The visual confusion of her page telegraphs to me that she herself hasn't identified her main point. Or, and worse, that I, her reader, cannot be relied upon to judge it for myself.