“I haven’t talked to my parents in a week,” a friend told me. My only response? “My mom told me to stop calling her three times a day.” Lame. I can’t help it; I call my parents all the time. Usually it’s when I have two minutes to kill and I want to be able to…
I’d say that every time I work for the Athletic Department at Ithaca College I get a solid story out of it. No matter if I’m chasing balls for field hockey or selling snacks for wrestling, something happens. This weekend I worked at a golf tournament. I was a “spotter,” and my job entailed finding…
Let me introduce you to my friend, Colin, the sloth. He is 10. Maybe a little younger, I haven’t asked. Colin likes the dirt, but we don’t like him to drag it inside. “Colin, were you in the mud?” I asked. He shook his head, no. “Let me see your hands,” They matched his knees:…
I remember being 10 and going through phases with my food. I would only drink Sunny D for a while, and then the moment my mom got the bulk bottle I would be over it. I moved on, I explained to my silly mother, onto bigger and better things, like Cup of Noodles. When I…
When I see pictures of myself in middle school, I’m amazed that people considered me a human. Clothes hang off my frail body, making me look even younger than I was. My teeth were a situation in and of themselves. I’m convinced that the only uniting characteristics among them were the bright braces plastered across.…
I thought I was so smart when I asked if I could do my book review for a class on movies instead of books. “I’ll read the scripts,” I explained to my teacher, knowing all the while that I would probably only watch the movies. This, like all things not done honestly, backfired. I suddenly…
Everyone loves a good coincidence. Maybe your day isn’t going too hot, but then you realize that the dining hall has curly fries. And to think, you almost went to Grab-N-Go. Lucky you. Then there are the times that have the potential to be great coincidences, but you thought too much and it is now…
You know what I love? The fact that Ithaca is Gorges. I love it. Whenever someone asks me where I go to school, and I say Ithaca, a common response is, “Oh, those winters must be brutal.” I nod, acknowledge the rough, never ending winters, and then I add “but when it’s nice; oh boy,…
My sister, Leah, upgraded from the free but crappy Verizon phone she had to an iPhone while I was home for spring break. It was a big switch, especially for someone who literally just instant messaged me, “I can’t see the Website… Oh, I had to click ‘refresh.’” We struck a deal that if I…
On “Inside the Actors Studio,” the host, James Lipton, always asks his guests the same questions to close the interviews. One of the questions, “What job would you absolutely never want,” was of particular interest to me this afternoon. I was washing dishes while watching the show, and found myself deciding that washing dishes would…
I attempted pancakes again. My mom went out of town while I was home for spring break. I had to plan to catch the soonest bus back to Ithaca, and be out of Maryland before the dishes needed to be done. But alas, I stayed. A devoted daughter, I even did the dishes. My feeble…
I don’t dream too often. But since I’ve been home, I’ve had these vivid dreams each night. They started off being harmless, but they are starting to interfere with my day-to-day life. “I got you the string cheese and celery you asked for,” I told my sister. “What are you talking about?” She said. Apparently…
