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24 hours of terror

A cold sweat broke out as I searched the apartment frantically. I pored through every pile and perused every surface. I checked …

Shawna versus the Oyster

Although I make no pretenses that I despise slippery, slimey, OOKIE oysters, I found myself consuming them on a couple of occasions …

Bs get degrees, yes?

Last term, I told Mr. T, “I’m really afraid I’m going to get Bs this semester.” He said something like, “So?” I …

The Life Force

In high school, I was voted “Most Likely to Own a Coffee Shop” after spending countless days and hours with friends at …