Herein are various odds and ends of my childhood still sitting in memory.

In the first grade, we had Mad Minute quizzes once a week. Twenty math questions and one minute to do them. During that entire school year, I always came in second, always behind Dayla. Secretly, I often hoped she was sick on these days so that I could come in first.

In the the second grade, my teacher was Madame Bougie. For whatever reason that might come from psychoanalysis of the child I was, I remember once accidentally calling her mom instead of madame. A few classmates laughed at me for this. Continued…

There is an e-mail lingering in my inbox from one of my former college instructors.

My college days are best summed up as a brief sprint through personal growth. I moved out on my own when I was nearly 20. At that point, I’d never really tried smoking grass, had never had a girlfriend, had never even been kissed. In my first few months, all of this changed. At the time, I couldn’t appreciate the affect that it was having on my life because I was so eager to be a different person. So eager to change. Continued…