Last of the First

I don't say it often and I don't think I will ever say it again, but I really love my school. As I finish the last of my finals and say goodbye to my hall and watch my senior friends graduate, I want to scream it at the top of my lungs over and over … Continue reading Last of the First



He brought a duffel. The navy blue bag perched against my roommate's bed taunted me. I sized it up. It was small enough to sling over one shoulder without trouble but big enough to store a whole week's worth of clothes. I wondered whether that was how long he was planning to stay over. It … Continue reading Miserable