“I’ll take you to get a car.” Those magic seven words from mom signaled the end of my minivan days, and the start of a new, high-flying era of after-10 curfew and unlimited QuickTrip runs. But like all things that come from the golden land of Detroit, there was fine [...]
Winner of the Scholastic Art & Writing Gold Key Awards for Personal Essay/Memoir 2008 KSPA’s Story of the Month, Column/Review, December 2008 The ER doctors said there was nothing else they could do. I’d already been tested for lyme, mono, drugs, alcohol, had two MRI scans and an EEG test [...]
Freshman Jay Crnkovich lay inside his casket, surrounded by Hot Wheels and dressed in his favorite button-up Hawaiian shirt. Nearly everyone he had ever known or worked with was there, from the lunch ladies to the principals. They formed a long line past the coffin, sharing condolences and fond memories [...]
They stepped into the bleached room, the only noise was the artificial respirator, pumping into junior Bryan Barrow’s body to keep his organs alive. His closest friends and family didn’t know how to react to the boy in the white bed, a boy who standing was rarely still or quiet. [...]
Homegrown, as defined by the root “Home,” meaning to be comfortable and in one’s personal environment, and “Grown,” meaing personally defined. Together, the two words symbolize a meaning that transcends the forced creation of school-work or the mediocre tendencies to fit into a cultural norm. Instead, Homegrown is a self-creation, [...]
I wanted to see Avatar. But no. On the early morn of Christmas Eve, promptly 11 a.m., my mom told me I had twenty minutes to get ready for a family trip to the theaters. Bah humbug. It’s Winter Break, and I don’t taking my showers until 1 or 2 [...]
Starting at 7 a.m. and ending at 10 p.m. in the cafeteria on Dec., the Coalition dance marathon was a charity fundraiser hosted by the Coalition Club, a club that works to bring local attention to global crises, such as the Darfur Genocide. Through the year, sponsor David Muhammed and [...]
As I brought the cereal boxes two inches forward on a slow Sunday afternoon, I finally realized something. The apron wasn’t meant for me. Not only did it highlight my bulby bottom and awkward frame, but black was really never my color. It also represented an institution I simply couldn’t [...]
Cafeteria Dances Sweaty, bright and wild, this year’s MORP will retain legendary status for years to come. The dance was boosted by the neon graffiti from East’s premiere urban artists, hype from “Stop the Bop” ‘s insanity, and most of all, the intimate and uniting cafeteria dance floor. After the [...]
Last Friday I had the 3:30-7:00 p.m. shift, but what could I do? I kept asking for Saturdays off, and now my Bank of America digits were coming closer and closer to the big O. I needed the money, so I was driven to accept the awkward time slot. Like [...]
Today should have been a snowday. Instead, it was a workday. I usually work the 11-5 shift on Saturdays, and enjoy it because I can party late on Friday and still get a good 9 hour sleep. But today work was a chilly hell as a snow storm barraged the [...]
