10:51 PM, on the farewell eve of Infinite Activities Period: School resumes in twelve hours, a carton of eggs waiting to crack and hatch their embryonic guts over the creamy, supple blankness of winter vacation. This
Having spent the majority of orientation meeting new people, staying up late, and climbing on roofs, I met the start of school with a dangerous sense of nonchalance. Consequently, I spent the first month of
My most vivid recollection of a July 4 celebration came from a book that I read in middle school.
The Westing Game, by Ellen Raskin.
Basically, the book is about a bunch of strangers coming together to live in