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Yanking Doodles #1: In the Margins of My Notebooks

Yanking Doodles #1: In the Margins of My Notebooks

Don’t let my transcripts fool you; I was not that great a student. I was one of those who tuned the teacher out and doodled in the margins of my notebooks. It’s a bad habit that’s followed me out into the real world; whenever I’m in meetings at work, I find myself drawing little faces on my notepad. Over the years, I’ve saved some of my doodles because someone convinced me that I should, and sometimes when I clean out…

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Scarred For Life #1: Screw In The Bloody Keds

Scarred For Life #1: Screw In The Bloody Keds

One of my cousins recently commented on a couple of my older journal entries and reminded me of a night that left me scarred for life. It was December 5th, 1986, and it was raining off and on. I had plans to go to the bowling alley with my friends, and Meredith and I decided to walk from her house to Rochelle’s before leaving. It was dark, but it was only a short way up Bullock Street. We didn’t even…

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Life’s Defining Moments

Life’s Defining Moments

Who we are can sometimes be encapsulated in a moment. If you’ve read this journal for any length of time, you know about the lighthearted, less dignified moments that have defined my life, but like everyone else, I have a dark side defined by darker moments too. Human Encyclopedia tells me that I have a hard time gifting myself, and out of all the personal stories I’ve told him, he has determined my single most life-defining moment as being the…

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Kodak Moment #7: Getting Back in Your Face

Kodak Moment #7: Getting Back in Your Face

Would you say that college cheerleading is an in-your-face kind of extracurricular activity? I would. After I graduated from high school and “retired” from two years of varsity cheerleading, I focused fully on my academic classes and within half a year found myself bored and restless. I needed to get back into some kind of rigorous physical activity, so in the spring of the next year, I tried out for the college cheersquad. Lucky for me, some of my old…

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Driving Me Wild

Driving Me Wild

I adore my new commute! What used to take me at least an hour and 15 minutes now takes me only 15 minutes, and while I miss driving on the wild, wild freeway, there is nothing I would change about my drive. In fact, I fear I’ll be spoiled for all of my future commutes. Lately, though, it’s led me to think about how and where I learned to drive. I took driver’s ed at school and had a couple…

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