Middle School

The Bible Is Not A Pop Song

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aHR0cCUzQSUyRiUyRmRvd25sb2FkYm94LnRvJTJGdXBsb2FkcyUyRnBvc3RzJTJGMjAxNC0wOCUyRjE0MDk0MzQxODhfZmptbnltLmpwZw==Counting Crows are not the best band you’ll ever hear.

They’re not the best band of the 90s. Adam Duritz is not the best lyricist. He doesn’t have the best voice. His band is not comprised of the best musicians.

That being said, Counting Crows are the best “drive your car down the highway trying to figure out why the girl left you and what’s wrong with your life and what to do about it all” band.

Something about cruising down the freeway listening to “August And Everything After” makes pain and heartbreak a little easier to understand.

To put it simply, the music of Counting Crows has a way of making you feel a little better about the things that make you sad. Continue reading →

The Shortcut To Popularity

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tumblr_li2ojiqJD51qgj47lI cannot stress to you enough the impact Zack Morris had on my life.

Every day before and after elementary school I watched reruns of “Saved By The Bell”. Sure, the show was funny. But really I was studying Zack Morris.

Zack Morris was the epitome of cool. The slicked back bleached blonde hair. The giant cell phone. The swagger.

(Also he could stop time. That was kind of weird. But totally awesome.) Continue reading →

Your Scars Tell Your Story

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Every scar has a story – just not necessarily a good one.

slide.001I might have the dumbest scar you’ve ever seen. Each year my school had a ceremony honoring the top students. In the 6th grade I got called out of class early along with my friend Kevin to go to this Honors Night practice.

I was pretty excited about the privilege. Well, at least the getting out of class part. As Kevin and I headed toward the practice, I pushed open the door outside with a joyful burst of strength.

What I didn’t count on as I used all of my force was the force of the door as it swung back. Just as quickly as I had flung it open the door bounced off the wall and slammed back into me, crushing my glasses right into my face. Continue reading →