As young people, we routinely do things to embarrass ourselves, and I don’t think there’s ever a time when that’s more prevalent than during our high school years. We’re at that odd age where adulthood feels as though it’s right in our grasp, yet at the time we have no clue that we’re still so [...]
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I could feel the rubber burning off the soles of my shoes. That’s how fast I was running. Cracked asphalt felt like formless clouds beneath me as I blasted through the late August air like an arrow sprung from a tightly-wound bow. This was as close to flying as an eight-year-old child could get, and [...]
When I was a sophomore in high school, a freshman kid got shot in the head and died. I’m not from a particularly rough area of Illinois—it’s hard to get into too much trouble when you’re stranded in the epicenter of the corn capitol of the country—so the news of anybody dying by violent means [...]
My best friend in high school was one of those people that could sell a screen door to a submarine skipper, a glass of water to a drowning man, a ketchup popsicle to a woman in white gloves. His skills of persuasion were unparalleled by anyone our age, evidenced by the fact that he actually [...]
Several months ago, I bought a couple of really sweet tickets to a White Sox game with the intention of taking my daughter to her first baseball experience. I had never spent so much money on a pair of tickets to a Sox game because usually I’m pretty content just getting in the lower bowl [...]
