Today is my 19th birthday. Every year I feel like I’ve been that age FOREVER and it’s weird to finally become another year older, since I constantly feel older than my birthdate indicates. But here I am. 19. It’s been a hard year. Let’s just say it was a lot easier to come up with…
“Will you write about me on your blog?” “Only if you do something wild enough to be worth writing about.” Matt jumped up and knocked over the drying rack holding my roommate’s laundry. “Is that wild enough?” “No, that’s just obnoxious,” I laughed. “Sorry, Viv,” Matt said, picking up her clothes. He still hasn’t done anything wild…
I read this poem in my freshman Honors English class in high school, and it’s one of my favorite poems of all time. In honor of World Poetry Day, I’m posting it here. Enjoy! “On Turning Ten” by Billy Collins The whole idea of it makes me feel like I’m coming down with something, something…
Tomorrow I turn 18, so to celebrate and/or speed up my last hours of being 17 years old, here are 17 things I learned this year: 1. Fax machines ROCK when you live 3,000 miles away from your parents and can’t sign medical release forms because you’re a minor. 2. Make your friends your family. 3. In comparison…
Yesterday was my the 17th birthday of one of my best friends, Heidi. Our friendship fascinates me because it is in so many ways atypical: it started with utter dislike, was never anything but long-distance, and these days we talk so rarely that we should grow apart but we never do. Heidi and I met…
