It was 2008 when I finally learned what, “Fuck it,” meant. I was just one year into my time at Champlain, a college I got in to partially because of political op-eds I had written for local newspapers. In 2000, right around the time I was beginning high school, I took an interest in politics. […]Read more "We’re Living in a Fuck It Kind of World"
I got hit by a car while riding my bike. My knee smashed into the passenger side of the car, just above the wheel well, causing me to fly over my handlebars and land on the ground chin first. My left shoe flew off, and when I got my bearings I noticed the car that […]Read more "Throwback Rant: Getting Hit by a Car and the 2008 Financial Crisis"
There were two high-schoolers sitting right behind me—a guy and a girl. It was clearly a date, and the guy was trying way too hard to seem sophisticated. When the food came out he attempted to describe it as though he were an expert, but merely called it “rich” and “decadent” over and over. When […]Read more "Perfection"