Once upon a time, back in the nearly forgotten days when I was known to do things like take a lit class at 8am, in the basement classroom where I normally had to struggle to keep my eyes open, I read a short story that made my all too innocent cheeks sting with embarassment, a story that may, or may not, have distorted the way my barely pubescent ( Read more... )

There were a number of little hoops I had to jump through, in order to go to college. My favorite was having to go to both the teacher and the department head for every class I took and having them sign a stupid little form before I could register. This was annoying on a lot of levels. First of all, it was kind of insulting, I had to go up to these ( Read more... )

As those of you who have been paying attention know, my Daddy was a psychology teacher at the local Community college. He did free counseling for his students, which left me with oodles of time to run amok around the social science department, harassing the students and conning the secretaries out of cookies and candy. (This is very easy to do, as ( Read more... )

Been thinking about my teenage years a lot lately, God I was a piece of work. I miss those feelings of invincibility, the unfaltering belief in happy endings, and having the world at my fingertips. I miss being fearless and stupid. I miss the sex, drugs and rock & roll, life's a little more masturbation, alcohol and easy listening these days. ( ( Read more... )