Justin Knight_Online

Terrence loves you

Cutting Room Floor

We were watching “American Psycho” when I kissed him for the last time. In some ways, I felt like I was kissing Patrick Bateman but that I’d rewritten the script and found his heart in his hand, at least for the night. Or maybe I was kissing the Dude. “The
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SarahCoduto_online

Bleeding onto the page

Cutting Room Floor

In my bookcase are stacked eight notebooks. Most — on account of excessive love and handling — are falling apart at the bookbinder’s seams, shedding pages like a molting bird losing its feathers. One is severely waterlogged: I lost an entire week of life when a sudden rainstorm rolled over
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AdrienneLee_MugOnline

Curating my culture crisis

Cutting Room Floor

During RRR Week of last semester, I visited my linguistic professor’s office to clarify some concepts she had mentioned in the last lecture. I asked her about prototypes, the most central cases of a category. A robin, for example, is a more prototypical member of the bird category than a
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Caroline Lee_ZainabAli

Reading, rekindled

Cutting Room Floor

As a child, my nose was always in a book. My passion for reading was unparalleled. It allowed me to escape into another realm, where I could indulge in a world so alien from mine that I felt adrenalized just turning the crisp pages of a new book. It sparked
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Ilaf

Tuning out the Berkeley Bubble

Cutting Room Floor

While his lips moved to form the word “cunt,” all I could hear through my headphones were J. Cole’s voice rapping “first thing’s first, rest in peace Uncle Phil.” Judging from the man’s furrowed brows and flailing arms, he was probably screaming. Judging from the spit that sprayed my face,
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Karim Doumar

Headin’ on down

Cutting Room Floor

The first time I heard those shouting, happy voices declare that there were only 15 miles to the love shack, I had no idea what they were talking about. It would be many years before I figured out that my family’s favorite roadtrip song described unholy and uncouth acts of
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Stacey Nguyen_online

Riding the ‘70s sad girls wave

Cutting Room Floor

Grief comes in waves, and these waves never go away permanently. During the last few years of his life, my paternal grandpa brought our family to the beach twice every summer. He was too frail to come down to the sand, so he enjoyed the view from the picnic area.
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Miyako Singer_online

Unburying my Internet self

Cutting Room Floor

“My name is Madrid, but call me Maddy. A real JAP, a Japanese-Jewish American Princess.” So read the excruciating bio of my old Polyvore account, a social media platform where you make and share “sets,” digital clothing collages that showcase capitalism at its finest. In case there was any confusion,
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