A series of essays entitled, “A Decade Under The Influence”
I was a failure at writing from the day I started. I just never knew it. From kindergarten stories in crayon, to my first creative writing class in 10th grade, through my first three years of college, teachers gave me good grades, people gave me favorable comments, and the few places I submitted my...
Sometimes there is no good explanation for what happens in life, the ways and whys of things, how paths sometimes lead you to unclaimed $20 bills, how in certain rooms at certain times you fall in love with someone you wouldn’t otherwise give a second-look to. The same thing goes for music; it’s just...
In the days and weeks after September 11th the world felt smaller, more confined. We watched on television as our country went off to war on the other side of the world. Some of my friends ran off to join the Army or the ROTC to fight the good fight against our new enemies. ...
I’ll never be confused for a prophet; if I could tell the future there wouldn’t have been any heartache, any bad decisions, I wouldn’t have invested in Beanie Babies or taken my Star Wars toys out of their packages and played with them. But on more than one occasion in my life I’ve had...
Bleed American – Jimmy Eat World When you stop paying attention to time you lose all concept of it. My first year at Edinboro was nearing an end. The suddenness didn’t hit me until I was sitting in the back of a lecture hall, still a few days to go, half-asleep, half-listening to my...
Reckoning/Reveling – Ani Difranco The writing bug first bit me in 11th grade. I was taking a Journalism class, and for our final exam my teacher gave me two options: interview the gym teacher about the track-and-field team, or write a short story. I had no idea what went into writing a short story,...
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