I’m Starting Graduate School in August

Let me back up a little bit. I used to have a lot of other blog posts on this website, but they've all been deleted because I forgot to pay my web hosting bill once. Okay, I guess that's not entirely true - that would've been easily recoverable. I'm not even really sure what happened. I was redoing my website after it was down for a few months and could've sworn I had a backup. Turns out I didn't, or I can't find it. But no big deal. Here's the summary of every blog post that was on this blog…

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Meeting

"Light's out." Jonathan pointed to the star atop the Christmas tree. "Don't say anything about it. Not even when we put up the decorations," I said. He put his finger down before Aunt Sherry carried a cardboard box up out of the basement. She stopped for a second and then put the box down at her feet. She held her arms out as I walked over. Her hug was silent. We stood until she pushed me away with her hands on my shoulders. Half her upper lip didn't move when she smiled. I rolled my arm backwards to Jonathan and…

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Hypotenuse

Jerry sat next to Dennis his second day, but just rocked in his plastic blue chair and stared at the triangle on the dry erase board for the eight minutes before the bell. Dennis's hands were calloused and his nails were too short. Jerry was disappointed in his own hands' lack of character. He asked Dennis if it was okay to sit there. Dennis said he didn't blame him. Mark and Chris said yo mama when Mrs. Mates called roll. Jerry sat next to Mark and Chris yesterday. They sucked. Dennis clasped his hands together after lowering his hand. Jerry…

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Runner

I spill the popcorn after complaining about Berry spilling it last time, which is what I get, he says. I spend too long outside in the hall talking to a man in joggers with a ring on his right ring finger. When I get back with a new tub, I try my best to catch up without Berry's help. When the movie's over, I say it was alright. Berry says it was worse than the last one. We get dinner at an all-night cafe on Bardstown Road. Berry asks which beers they have on tap. I ask which hand is…

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Losing One – Fiction

The rain stopped hitting the tin roof above the garage door. Sean turned off the table saw and wiped the sawdust from his face with his faded red t-shirt. Maggie ran out from under the silver Nissan. She shook the water off of her and sat down on her hind legs. She scratched behind her ears and breathed through her mouth. Sean put his arms out and she ran to him. She hung off his shoulders and licked the wood pieces off his face. "Easy now, Maggie. How long have you been over here? They're prolly looking for you," Sean…

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