First Kiss

There seems to be some magical age when a kiss becomes significant. Most people’s actual first kiss doesn’t “count” because it happened in the kindergarten sandbox, before they really knew what it meant. And then there’s me. I’ve always told myself my first kiss didn’t “count” because it happened with another girl, even though we’d…

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First Geocache

I don’t know how it happened, but somehow, when I returned to my camp counselor job at the Jewish community center this summer, I got assigned the job of outdoor exploration specialist. Which is funny, if you know me, because I’m not particularly outdoorsy. I hike occasionally with friends, sure, but I hated my earth science in…

First Gay Wedding

Only a few weeks after the Supreme Court announced that same-sex marriage is now legal in all 50 states, I went to my first gay wedding. It was also my first “stranger wedding”–I didn’t know either of the grooms or anyone at the event besides my date, so I felt like a neutral observer. In fact, I…

First Poetry Open Mic

“Next on our open mic…Sabina!!”  I grabbed the crumpled sheet of paper at my feet and stood up, practically tripping over the emcee as I walked up to the stage. “This is my first time reading,” I said, and the crowd responded by cheering and waving their “Muppet Arms” excitedly in the air, a tradition…

First Visit to Michigan

“Before we go, look at how hilly it is.” “Okay.” “And then look how flat it gets on the drive.” And off Matt and I went to Michigan, where it was indeed much flatter than hilly Ithaca and seemingly everything was made of brick. I only had 36 hours in Michigan before flying home to Portland, and I…

First Jail Experience

“Do you know anyone in jail?” the officer asked.  “Um…” I thought through everyone I went to public school with. One them had spent some time in jail, but I was pretty sure he’d been released. “No.” “Hold out your arms,” he instructed. He ran a metal-detection wand over my body, but it didn’t beep. I’d…

First Lottery Ticket

“You’ve never played the lottery, right?” “…right…” “Sometime during winter break, we need to have you buy a lottery ticket.” My dad is a smart guy, but sometimes he gets really adamant about certain strange ideas and I find myself wondering where on earth they’re coming from. My winter break, as you know, was mostly filled…

First Impression of My Best Friend

I met Heidi at summer camp at the University of Oregon in 2008, roughly 6 1/2 years ago. We’ve been good friends for years, despite us always living three hours apart. Sometimes we won’t talk for months, but we always pick back up where we left off, which is a sign of a true best…

First Show: How To Succeed

Even though I finally jumped in the gorges and went apple picking, I’m not done ticking items off the Ithaca bucket list. My college has a great theatre department, but I hadn’t been to a show yet. I was dying to go to The Crucible last year, but my friends at the time had no interest whatsoever…

First Ithaca Traditions

As a freshman, I never participated in the various traditions that most students here accomplish in their first few months. Returning for my second year, I knew it was time to start crossing off items on the unspoken Ithaca bucket list. My first trip to the gorges was a battle: walking a mile or so to…