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The most hideous thing that I had ever had the misfortune of laying my eyes on that hanger, ruffles sticking out awkwardly like the disorderly feathers of a wild duck. The color wasn't much better, the shade of blue reserved for veiny arms... (more »)

“You will never be a good enough player for the MLB.” This inspirational phrase is where I became a true baseball player. My dream of being an MLB player gets stronger every time they say that sentence or anything along its lines. A dream is... (more »)

“You find out that life is just a game of inches, so is football. Because, in either game, life or football?the margin for error is so small. I mean?one half step too late or to early?you don't quite make it. One half second too slow or too... (more »)

It is December 25th, Christmas morning, and I am in a psychiatric hospital. My lights are flipped on at 7:00 on the dot, every day, and even though it’s Christmas, this day is no different. Over a lukewarm English muffin, we are informed that... (more »)

Nine teens changed the world for three Afghans, 7,500 miles away. The Afghanistan project involved a camp, two motivated leaders, eleven teens, and three Afghans. We learned about the Afghanistan culture, religion, and lifestyle. Going to a skate... (more »)

I will be the first to say that I am not materialistic. My friends label me as a goody-goody; my parents say I am conservative and modest when it comes to clothes. I don’t wear bikinis, and none of my skirts or shorts end above my knees. That is... (more »)

     The reel begins to roll. This is my kind of movie. It has action and medieval battles, nothing that she likes. She came, though. This whole thing started three days ago, and it is different from all the others. She is different from all... (more »)

Here I was, barely 15 and stranded in the middle of the Blue Ridge Mountains. My cheeks were raw with tears and I was exhausted from trying to escape my two kidnappers, who pulled me out of bed at 4 a.m. and took me to Clayton, Georgia. Or that is... (more »)

Every year on summer vacation I fly out to New York to see my religious Aunt Laurie, and her four kids (Samuel Nathan eleven who is years old, Elana who is thirteen years old, Aaron who is fifteen years old, and Josiah, her oldest son, who is... (more »)

A is for Cookie (Salt shots) It was a Thursday night, which meant play rehearsal. It was play rehearsal, which meant a ride home from Eric. It was a ride home from Eric, which meant fun. Rehearsal went well enough. There were a few fights, a... (more »)