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  "Community" Service

  

  By BandGeekAndProud, Burlington, MA

  Community service. Volunteerism. Activism. Outreach. All of these terms have one thing in common - helping others. Whether it's through tutoring, cleaning up a local park, or raising money to help fund cancer research, community service plays a role in every high school student's life. ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Do You Remember?

  

  By BandGeekAndProud, Burlington, MA

  Do you remember those summer Sundays - coming home from church and then romping in the woods until the sun set? You let your hair swing free and climbed to the tops of the tallest trees. Child of the forest. No longer a child, though. Each day is spent working, studying late into the ni...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  I Am Not Tall

  

  By BandGeekAndProud, Burlington, MA

  I am not tall. I have never been asked to try out for the basketball team. Nor am I short. I never stood in the front row on class picture day. I am not fat. I have never worried about putting on my swimsuit for the pool. But I am not thin. I do not look like a model or have a 'six...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Violinist at a Train Station

  

  By BandGeekAndProud, Burlington, MA

  His stage is lifeless, cold cement and tile turned gray with filth and the roar of the train replaces applause. The dingy lights illuminate the empty case at his feet. The artist raises the instrument to his chin, its glossy mahogany finish gleaming dully. The bow is gently placed on taut...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Stream Moves On

  

  By BandGeekAndProud, Burlington, MA

  When I was six, I went down to the stream Splashing and swimming Making mud pies in my big red bucket. The frogs and crayfish kept me company And I would catch them and set them free. The water moved on. So did time. When I was nine, I went down to the stream. Now too old for mud pies, I ...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Rejected

  

  By BandGeekAndProud, Burlington, MA

  “We regret to inform you that your essay has not been selected …” I closed the e-mail quickly, trying to pretend I hadn't seen the emotionless form letter staring back at me. Again. I had failed again. Months of painstaking researching, writing, and editing just for another form letter ...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Magic

  

  By BandGeekAndProud, Burlington, MA

  The band builds the crescendo until it's unbearably loud, a dissonant chord begging to be resolved. Then, suddenly, everyone cuts off as one - the rest before the climax, the calm before the storm. I see the drum major's arms quickly come down once, twice, three times, four, and then... An...