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A Hate Letter to Personal Statements
I find myself once again writing personal statements for grad school applications. Why I would do such a thing to myself again after so many years of not doing that, I have no clue. Perhaps I have a sadistic streak, an echo of my Catholic upbringing which manifests the typical emotional self-flagellation into a desire to apply to and inevitably get rejected from grad school. I could put applications in all day, don’t get me wrong. I love going over checklists and reaching out to old professors asking them sweetly if they would be so kind as to say nice things about me on the official record for Miscellaneous University and their Obscure College of the Performing Arts. But good God, dude, why do I have to write a damn personal statement for each and every one of these programs?
By Steven Christopher McKnight3 months ago in Humans
Médea's Recipes for Life. Winner in Maps of the Self Challenge.
The book was waiting where I left it when I came home from the funeral: on my kitchen table, wrapped in brown paper and tied with a red velvet ribbon. My grandmother never wrapped gifts like that. She preferred wax paper and flax string, that could be repurposed later like leftover stew.
By Imola Tóth3 months ago in Humans
Why Drink Shitty Wine?. Content Warning.
Why Do We Drink Shitty Wine? Let me set the scene: It’s Friday night. My Teddy Swims playlist is hitting all the right notes. (Despite me giving it my best effort, I am not hitting all the right notes with him), I am writing this while having a glass of wine. And there is no way around it-the wine sucks. I mean really shitty wine. (Truth be told, I am two glasses in-I’ll get to that in a minute.)
By J. Delaney-Howe3 months ago in Humans
Not Quite How Dad Planned It
MAPS I HOLD ON TO *** I think I would like to start over, I believe that I made some wrong turns. Stuck in these messed up adventures of my life, seems to tell me I still got so much to learn. Things you're certain that you'd never forget, begin to fade like an old pair of jeans. I guess I neglected to remember to care for the map that you instilled in me.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Humans





