In seventh grade, I had an addiction. Many afternoons, I stayed after school to work on the yearbook and the newspaper. Our staff worked simultaneously on both and each month, our newspaper (a packet of regular paper stapled in the top left corner) was handed out in the hallways during lunch. We were each charged …
When I was little, going to my grandma's house actually felt like the song; Over the river and through the woods. My paternal grandparents lived about an hour north of us and on holidays, we made the drive up to visit them. There’s something dreamlike about driving off to grandma’s house to stay for a …
When Jurassic Park hit theaters, it changed my life. I was ten, my brother was seven, and my father took us to see the dinosaur movie. We went to the dollar theater sometimes, but we weren’t huge moviegoers so this was a big deal. As I sat in the theater and watched those creatures resurrected …
I blame my lack of Spanish proficiency on my fifth grade teacher, Ms. Craiger. When the school year began, one of the key selling points of her classroom agenda was that we would spend time each Friday learning Spanish words and phrases. Living in Texas and being at an age where those phrases could get …
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Ryan Brinson 