I have realized that I was a much better writer before college. here's a piece I found from eleventh grade -- don't know what I meant for it to lead into, but darn, I like it.

Astrid Lindgren (don't expect me to have any idea what this title's all about.)

Every day she would go to work in the Royal Automobile Club, and every night she would go home ( Read more... )

When I was a child I wanted to live in trees ( Read more... )

at the same time on the same night in three utterly different places and unrelated circumstances, three of the people I love were suddenly threatened.  while some obscure, heavy piece of garbage was being kicked up by the wheels of another car and slamming against our windshield right in front of Lura, Ashleigh was tripping on a coat and falling to ( Read more... )

my bones are aching to be back in a big city.  I'm not sure when it started, but I've only woken up to that realization recently.  still, I just feel sure of it, and I suddenly need to be up and moving, seeing and exploring and experiencing new worlds.  I miss all the good parts of London, and all the newness, the freshness, of Athens and Berlin ( Read more... )

I've just had the most amazing night, and one that I can see tweaking my life in just the right way to push it in an entirely new direction for the future. on a whim, an American friend of mine here in London booked four tickets to the first ever Pangea Day, having no idea what to expect. when two of her friends backed out of going she invited me ( Read more... )

 and for the sake of balance, things I have done in my lifetime ( Read more... )

I wrote 2ooo words yesterday. I've written a whole lot less today. I needed to write a whole lot more.

I'm stressed. my jaw is doing this thing where it clenches involuntarily and I can't force it to relax. that's not my favorite new development in the life of Rachel.

however, the point of this entry is this: I got a position on the editorial board ( Read more... )

I think the worst of things are evaporating. I woke the other day and felt the past had rolled off me in the night, which I suppose is how it happens. who knows how long the feeling will last, but I've at least set myself on a straight path for the time being. I've come to recognize a clear failing in myself, and I'm going to work on changing how I ( Read more... )

I spent so much time talking to relatives and family friends this weekend because of my brothers' double-graduation party. too many times I was asked where I wanted to be in five or ten years and hated my answer: I dunno, publishing...maybe interior design - something with colors? - or more school, if I can afford it, and a masters and doctorate, ( Read more... )

my inbox this afternoon:

email one: congratulations! your essay won the julia rogers research prize [freshman/sophomore division]!
p.s. that's a $25o prize.
email two: congratulations! your photo's on the cover of the goucher quarterly ( Read more... )