The first day I met him was the first day at my new high school. Oh boy, was that fun! Here I was, popular man on campus at my old school, Sacred Heart High School which is a huge institution —one of the largest Catholic prep schools in the country. I lived in Rancho Martinez, California in the heart of Orange County, and I had the world by the tail. I was...
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Randy pulled the blankets and sheet over his head, wrapping his pillow tight around his face and ears, as he tried to escape the ghastly sounds and stench of his roommate's latest alcoholic binge. Randy's roommate was making him reconsider his decision to come to Oklahoma. He'd picked the school due in part to the fact that he'd been awarded several small sc...
* Jeff * Mom was all packed and ready to go when I arrived at her sprawling ranch house on the outskirts of town. I greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. "Where are your things?" I asked. "Already waiting in the Explorer. Come on, let's get your stuff loaded," she answered. "I thought I was driving..." "You? Behind the wheel in the snow? In a sports car?...
Relax, then. But not too relaxed. This is a seduction. I am your dearest dream. I am whatever, whoever, you want me to be. Harvest home. We are together in a dorm room. The rest of university is home on Thanksgiving break. It is night. We are alone. Not moving, with quiet snow falling down round the whole of the world. You whisper into my shoulder all you...
I tried to make sense out of the last several days as the plane began its descent across the eastern Atlantic into the peninsular city of Dakar, capital of Senegal. From there it would be several hours of a dusty ride northeast to the village of Sagata, in Louga Province. I tried hard not to think of this as a banishment, and why it might have been banishmen...
My stomach was churning and a headache was starting to form just above my eyes. Nearly 20 years later, that building still gave me fits of trepidation: Bradford James High School; home of the Fighting Navajos. Of course, here's a tip for the people that name schools and figure out the mascot names: think like a high school kid. Going to school at Bradford...
It was spring break of my freshman year in college, and since I was pretty low on funds I hadn't been able to join most of my friends as they headed off on the usual spring break party roadtrips. This left me with two choices - stay at school or head on home. Since my parents and I weren't getting along very well at the time - my mother didn't want to accept...
August 2009 I get travel-sick on coaches. Which is unfortunate, given how much time I spend being driven around Europe. It's the only aspect of travelling I don't like - I'm fine flying, or on boats, or even in cars - but the endless hours on the team bus are sometimes enough to make me wish I worked in an office. When I first started out I tried every reme...
Mick woke with a start. He was still getting acclimated to waking in a strange room. He was an 18 year old freshman, like many others, attending school 1,000 miles from home. Though he had wished to attend the local state school with most of his friends, this was his father's alma mater and he was obligated to attend. Mick never made friends easily, and now...