Nonfiction

Aging is such a hard concept to get your head around. The world moves, and sometimes it’s easy to forget that you do too, in ways that are impossible to see or fully understand.

You spend most of your childhood wanting to grow up. You dream of all the things you'll do, the people you'll meet, the freedom of a life where you are the captain of your own ship.

Dear YWP, 

The first time I wrote you a letter I was 13. 

The second, 15. 

I'm 18 now; how time flies, my lovely people. 

And this is the last letter. 

Sitting down in this chair, I wonder where it all went wrong? Did I begin my downfall after I left public school for online, or did I begin my downfall when I realised I would never live up to my expectations?

Overview: 

• email admissions counselor
• make common app account
• july 8 AP scores
• learn after effects
• saturday lead tiger class
• 10 assignment/wk gov; 6 assignment/wk econ
• pick up hospital badge and parking pa

I have had countless grudges over the years. There have been people I have given the silent treatment for three years because they exposed me about my crush in fifth grade.

You can find me inside the flower-patterned shoe box, where I hide the tokens of my memories. The birthday cards, polaroid photos, and even bottle caps represent my life and relationships.

For you to understand and enjoy learning about the government of Mexico, this compares the U.S government to Mexico's government so that you have some background knowledge.

Ross Gay, a famed poet and essayist whose works include Catalogue of Unabashed Gratitude and Bringing The Shovel Down, is known for his essayettes of delights, compiled in The Book of Delights and The Book of More De

Write a short story or poem about a time traveler or time travelers. Where and when are they going? Where and when are they coming from? What are they going to do when they get there?

The clouds churn in swirls, grey and dark. A sorrow that befalls the earth, mourning something deep and untold. A tear rolls down, cold and bitter and I weep for the misery of this darkness.