Me struggling to follow the "Car Symphony" sheet music . . . Question the Establishment If I had to choose which class was the most colossal waste of time and money, it would be “Jazz History”. Led by an incredibly talented jazz pianist with zero teaching skills, our classes usually played out as follows: A…
The Art that Made Me . . . (Part 2/3)
Me during day one of theater class . . . a Nuisance Not only did I not seduce any men with my haunting saw music, but I also turned off my five roommates to the other forms of music I was required to learn during this semester spent pressing onward through extra Gen Ed courses.…
The Art that Made Me . . . (Part 1/3)
Some common percussion instruments . . . Stifle My Laughter If a man arrhythmically slapping his own naked torso is art, then I was getting a prime education. Shifting in the metal folding chair beneath me, I exhaled slowly, trying to stifle the laughter building in my chest. I pursed my lips together. The shaggy-haired…
My Eyes, My Brain
Me, if I had four arms ~ Brain straining, eyes fried Chest tight, teeth grind My head is a shopping cart, one wheel stuck and dragging. My head makes me read it over and over again. Makes me read it over and over and over again. Makes. me. read it. over—and—over—and—over. Noticing the details—great, sure.…
The Problem with Scrambled Eggs
Delicious I used to eat my scrambled eggs plain, no salt or pepper. That’s how I’d prepared them since childhood. Pepper grinded too coarse ruined the texture and flavor for my simple tongue. That’s how I continued to eat them into adulthood, unknowingly flavorless. And that’s how I ate most of my food at 24,…
Right Where He Needed to Be
Not a picture of my dad I’ll never forget how proud I was of my dad as he sat on the stage in front of our church congregation, guitar on lap, ready to begin the song he had been rehearsing at home all week. He had performed and recorded in a band before I was…
Enneagram and Me
A stock photo of a girl who's probably more fun and laid-back than me The only time in my life being labeled "Number One" made me feel like a loser was when I learned my Enneagram while briefly dating Victor. This boy I met through an online dating app started pushing me to find out…
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