Written by Bailey Kaufman Tuesday, 27 November 2012 14:40This is the fourth month I’ve written this column, and every month I contemplated writing about this crazy thing called “senior year.” And every month I managed to avoid it.
But, as I sit here in my cozy “writing corner” and listen as Michael Buble’s smooth voice calms my thoughts, I guess it may be time to finally put my senior hopes and fears on paper.
I’ll start at the beginning: freshman year. I’m not sure if this is normal, but I remember my first day of high school like it was yesterday.
My friends and I met before school and walked through the front doors of Hillsboro High School together as students there for the very first time (typical freshman move, I know).
At that time, Taylor Swift had recently released...
Written by Bailey Kaufman Tuesday, 30 October 2012 14:26Four years ago, if someone would have told me that I would be playing tennis my junior and senior year of high school, I would have laughed and said,“No way!” Back then, I was sure that nothing could keep me from playing volleyball. But I was wrong.
Rewind to the beginning of my sports career. I grew up watching my cousins play volleyball; so naturally, I decided to join the middle school team in seventh grade.
For the first game, I got to start on seventh grade varsity. I was ecstatic. I’m not very athletically gifted, so this was an amazing opportunity for me. Unfortunately, I came down with a nasty cold on game day. I still played, but my head was so congested I could barely function. After that game I was placed on the C team...
Written by Bailey Kaufman Tuesday, 25 September 2012 14:06I’ve been sitting here for 45 minutes just staring at a blank Word document.
“Come on, Bailey,” I keep telling myself. “English is your first language, try to write it coherently.”
The problem isn’t that I can’t come up with anything to write about. There are about a million different thoughts colliding in my mind right now. I just can’t seem to put them on paper. It’s almost like I’m thinking so hard, I can’t think at all, if that makes any sense.
One might ask, “Why is calm, cool and collected Bailey so flustered right now?”
First, anyone who knows me at all is laughing because I am definitely not calm, cool or collected. For proof, just be in the car with me when I have to park in a busy parking lot. My...
Written by Bailey Kaufman Tuesday, 28 August 2012 13:04The first day of school is always full of questions: “What class do you have fourth hour?” “Who’s the new kid?” “When is the first football game?” And, the most important question of all, “How was your summer?”
When asked this question on previous first days, I always smiled and responded with the basic, “My summer was good! How about yours?” And that was always the truth; my past summer breaks have been good.
For instance, one summer I had mononucleosis. For two whole months, it seemed like all I did was sleep and eat. Then there was the year my room was infested with bed bugs. I slept on an air mattress in the middle of my bare room the whole summer vacation. And I can’t forget last year, when two of my...
Written by Abi Humber Tuesday, 07 August 2012 15:18“The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.”
I came across this quote by Friedrich Nietzsche last semester when I was browsing the Internet, probably procrastinating on some assignment. I had to read it a few times to really let the message sink in, though, because I was in Facebook/ Tumblr mode, not contemplate-Nietzsche mode.
The more I reflected on the words, I realized that, to some degree, they ring true in my life. I’ll mull over this more later.
A few weeks ago, I wrote about how much I love weird people. “The mad ones,” those who have a...
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