Perhaps It Was An Omen

Spiral notebook. ✓ New pencils. ✓ Planner. ✓ Pink rubber eraser. ✓ A folder with pockets. ✓ Highlighters. ✓ New outfit. ✓ Some things don’t change. I still have this checklist today. I was always excited at the prospect of starting a new school year. Ever since I read a book about a girl who…

The 5:30 A.M. Wake-Up Call

* I won’t lie: I’ve sort of been dreading the beginning of this fall’s school year for one primary reason: The 5:30 a.m. wake-up call. Well, it’s not actually a call, because I don’t live in a hotel and ask for the wake-up from the front desk. It comes in the form of my iPhone…

WHY I WRITE, Part I

George Orwell started it. His famous piece, “Why I Write,” has inspired writers of all walks of life to talk about whey they write. I’ve never done this before, and on this snowy day, I decided to take a little time to critically analyze why I write, the process, and why I enjoy doing it….

An Open Letter to My High School: I Loved You and Miss You

Dear Severna Park High School (or as we lovingly called you, SPHS), I’m not sure if you remember me. I walked your halls many, many years ago now, when I was a lot lighter and more agile. I was a member of the cheerleading squad and captain my senior year. I took French class with…

A Belated Thanks to Mrs. S—

Today I found a letter from 1982. It is from my high school creative writing teacher, Mrs. S—. I was extremely fond of her, though admittedly, a little intimidated as well. She was kind enough to write me a recommendation letter to go along with my college application forms and essays. I have retyped it…