I sat in my white midi dress, with my shoes too tight and my hair too frizzy. I watched as slides flicked across the screen in front of me, recognizing district journalism student achievements.  Joining...

I smoothed down my short-sleeve orange and blue plaid button-up (I know…what a look), and pulled on my aggressively small khaki cargo shorts. I wanted to look presentable. Like I was trying, but in a...

After my sophomore year, I was completely lost.  I had no drive academically. I had no passion for the sport I’d done for eight years. And I'd left all my friends behind — in the things I used...

“And Sarah, you just queen out girl.” Senior Sadie Babler told me during the morning of a yearbook Saturday workday for deadline two. I was all done with my work, but 151 is a place I’ve always...

Due a month ago. The assignment lingers. I can never fully relax, can never fully sink into the space it occupies in the back of my mind. Never mind that. I’m in Nashville, in the biggest hotel...

I wake up, push my blankets to the side and step onto the cold, wooden floor. I glance at the pile of cardboard boxes full of books and posters that I’ve neatly organized in one corner of the room.  As...

Every November 4th, my mom and I blow out candles for someone I've never met.  The kitchen always feels empty when we get the cake out. My mom gets the bright colored candles from the party drawer...

I’m pushed through the sluggish crowd on the way to the main gym. An ensemble of instruments can be heard from outside the doors while chatter from the crowd tries to drown it out. I’m pushed into...

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