Teen Ink Magazine, September 2005: Nonfiction Articles Attempting to Find the Integral by Allison A., Montclair, VA    Dressed in plaid shorts, a bright yellow shirt and an octopus hat, my father came through the front door singing Britney Spears’ “Oops, I Did It Again.” Continue... Summer Contemplation by Natalie D., Congers, NY    It was late August. While making my family a spaghetti dinner, I took the chance to think about all the things that had confused me that summer. Continue... September by Jeremiah A., Klaispell, NE    Late in September all I hear is the Familiar hum of the large red and white International combine. Continue... Deacon by Katie Z., Seven Hills, OH    Everyone remembers their first real kiss. The emotions, the place, and especially the person. Continue... Girl Colors by Lindsay B., New City, NY    I was the only girl in the group. This bothered me at first, but after five minutes, I would be getting down and dirty for an intense game of Red Rover. Continue... Dearly Beloved by Arielle L., Aurora Canada, ON    Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to mourn everything worth mourning. The broken laughs, the empty hearts, the secret tears and the ones who don’t love us back. Continue... Four Years Later by Maria R., Boston, MA    I see two huge buildings that dwarf a city landscape. They’re tall, solid, firm, while those skirting the edges of their shadows are stunted Š making up for it in history. Continue... Just Have Faith by Sarah L., Covington, LA    September 11, 2001 is a date that will be engraved in the minds of Americans forever. I don’t think we realized how fortunate we were before then. Continue... My Birthday by Brian A., Overland Park, KS    September 11, 2001 is a day that will be remembered throughout the world for the lives that were lost and for the heroes who tried to save lives. I will remember it especially well because September 11 is my birthday. Continue... Ash by Sarah W., Georgetown, DE    I was ten, That fateful day When something fell from the sky Continue... A Quiet Day in September by Kirsten K., Media, PA    A quiet day in September Working hard on a Spanish verb I looked up from my desk Our teacher looked perturbed Continue... Ten Amazing Fingers by Yuri C., Hemet, CA    Isn’t it amazing what our fingers can do? Without them, we cannot grab multiple objects at one time. Without our fingers, we cannot communicate through sign language or writing. Continue... I’m Lost by Martina K., Suffern, NY    The pianist begins playing as we lift our violins to place them gently on our shoulders, allowing our chins to fit comfortably into the black discs on top of our instruments. Continue... Subverting the Dominant Paradigm by Steve S., Brunswick, ME    Once I found an accordion in my closet. “I think I’ll learn to play this thing,” I told my mom. “That’s nice, dear. Dress warmly.” Continue... Just a Shy Girl by Deirdre K., Meriden, CT    “Look at her,” the cruel kids whispered. “She’s so weird! She never talks to anyone,” they continued. Tears burned in my eyes. Why did they judge me? Continue... The Experience of Filming “Rebound” by Steven Christopher P., Littleton, CO    I’m 16, and I’m an actor. I love everything about acting: The thrill of auditioning; the happiness of getting a part; the joy when other’s admire my work. Continue... Practice Makes Perfect ... Yeah, Right by Robin H., Gibsonia, PA    Practice makes perfect. That’s what they say, and I believed them - until one day. One day when I was a nervous wreck. Continue... Beauty in Writing by Robbie S., Auburn, NY    Traveling though the world is beautiful; the world is all writing just waiting to be written. The problem is that people don’t know how to recognize the beauty that surrounds them. Continue... Gig by Eric W., New City, NY    Walking up the steps into a dark hangar, with the lights off and the heavy raggedy curtain down, I see nothing but hear a little. Continue... The Final Performance by Danielle H., Dallas, TX    The curtain rises and the crowd focuses on the stage. Amidst the other girls, I pose, ready and excited as I soak up the audience’s attention and channel it into energy. Continue... Tuba Girl by Elise A., Auburn, NY    Female tuba and sousaphone players, we’re a rare breed. In five years, I’ve only met two others. When people ask what I play, I proudly tell them. Continue... Poetic Rain by Meghan S., Anacortes, WA    Ideas rushed through, possibilities, All yelling at me to choose them, Continue... More Nonfiction Articles from the Teen Ink Archives

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