At five on the dot today, after sitting through an oral exam for over an hour, I spontaneously decided to go to the end of the year party the English department held for majors and minors. I decided on this last minute, and only since I was on campus for a final and I would… Continue reading Surprise Awards.
My name is Maxwell Smith, age 40, white male. But call me Max. Whatever you do, do not call me Mad Max or Mental Max like the rest of the world. When you write about me and cite me, call me Max. Just Max. The Warden took this hour for the interview out of my… Continue reading Live Inside the Prison with Mad Max.
I am not your trophy... I am not here to be shown off, glorified, or acknowledged when your friends and co-workers come around only to be thrown in a box in your dark basement any other day. See, you probably don't see the difference between me and the golden inanimate object because you're not in… Continue reading Golden Girl
In The Country of the Pointed Firs, the narrator learns how to be. By be, I mean how to simply exist. There’s no specific rules or guidelines for how to live, the only thing that matters is that you are existing. This theme of existence is present in each of the women’s stories. Mrs. Todd… Continue reading The Country of the Pointed Firs
Last night was one of the best nights of my life. I went to a intimate concert at Slim's (a bar/venue in San Francisco) to see my favorite singer Max Schneider perform... It all started in August. I heard he was going on tour on his Instagram and I freaked out. Ahhh! I texted my… Continue reading Sounds Like Gibberish