The saga of the stressed out student

My hometown sits in a valley. The main road, the only road, snakes between two sets of hills that roll up steadily but markedly. When it has rained as much as it is apt to in a California January, those hills are a sight to behold. If you make the
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The museum of my former self

“Well, it’s kind of like a museum, being home and seeing all the pieces of what your days used to be,” my dad pointed out to me as we sat on the living room couch. In many ways, he was right. All the Halloween decorations from elementary school my mom
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Mac and me: On fandom

I’m proud to point out that I’m not a One Directioner. Nor have I been a Swiftie nor a Belieber nor an Adele-ee. Stereotypical fanatics are presented as the hysteric masses of young girls screaming at the sight of a boy band or as the overweight, antisocial comic book store
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The Grasshopper, short fiction

James wandered through his backyard. It was damp and heavy and dark, and the grass was the color of pine trees in the cloud-gray light. James got on his hands and knees to trek across the lightly dewed grass to a far corner. He pretended the grass was pulling at
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The fragility of masculinity

On September 23, the hashtag #MasculinitySoFragile trended on Twitter, a small movement underscoring the insecurity of masculinity in modern society. Tweets touched on the often confining expectations placed on men, such as suppressing their emotions and avoiding to appear “feminine” in any way. Although the hashtag caused a large controversy
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7 years, a poem

french class. first day of high school, clumsily, still learning the language of love, I asked what you were listening to. “the smiths” ear bud hanging, smile cracking, young and shy. “just friends,” I reassured everyone who asks. four years passed. we unraveled each other like spools of yarn. you
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