“Harper, I think I’ve got it!” our Barfee, one of the leading roles in Putnam, yells as I walk into the Shawnee Mission Northwest auditorium.
He’s already on the stage in his tap shoes before...
Home from school, I take one step over the threshold of our garage door before realizing something’s off. The familiar potent stench strangles my nostrils. I’m stifling gags as my feet shuffle forward....
I repainted my basement the lightest shade of pink I could find, and I ripped the wood panelling off the wall. I tore up the carpet and moved the couch from one side of the room to the other.
I needed...
I’ve just finished the busiest summer of my life.
With working two jobs and babysitting on the side, I’m finally ready for an easy senior year. I purposefully dumbed my classes down to be palatable...
I walk through the doors. Inside waits a giant cafeteria. Grey lunch tables fill up the whole room.
“GO TO THE AUX GYM!”
Heading there, I can only think about one thing.
I don’t want to...
You probably haven’t heard of Mulla Sadra.
That means you also probably don’t know that he’s a 17th century Islamic philosopher who wrote about everything from metaphysics to the human soul.
But...
Crack.
Pack.
Redistrict.
Gerrymander.
How are all of these words related? Do you know? Have you heard of the last one at all?
If you’re in the Kansas City area, you want your answer to...
I’m on the ground of the Northwest band bathrooms.
Hunched over the toilet.
Vomit spilling out of my face.
Sweat pours down my back and onto my shaking legs.
My head is pounding.
Everything...
The sun shot rays of light on every blade of grass.
Sweating. With the handmade shed in the left corner and the tree, which turned yellow and orange in the light, stood in my backyard.
I sip pink...
April 27, on a city bus in Seattle — talking to Chris Heady, the journalism adviser — that's when he says…
“If you want to go into news broadcasting — newswriting would be a great way to become...
The day I turned six, I laid on a hospital bed on the fourth floor Children's Mercy, the cardiovascular floor, with my arms out.
Machines were plugged and taped into what felt like every inch of my...
One year ago, I re-met my dad.
Well, technically, second time meeting him in 3 years.
He picked me up from my mom’s house to grab coffee in his white SUV, listening to some of his 90s rock music....
