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Professor Reginald McKnight’s Understandable Disdain for the Absurd

I remember sitting down at the large table that occupied three fourths of the Park Hall room and looking around at my new classmates. It was the first day of the second semester of my junior year of college, and I didn’t know a soul in this class. I didn’t expect to know anyone, though. I didn’t to know anyone. The class was creative writing, and I figured I was better off if I didn’t care about the opinions of my classmates.

I remember Professor Reginald McKnight walking through the door on that first day, looking dishevelled as he…


Thoughts From My Studio Apartment During Early COVID Lockdown

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Throughout the last year, I realized that I am not what you would call a “man with a plan.”

I’d like to blame this on the recent developments, but I suspect it’s probably been the case all along. I’ve only realized it recently because it’s pretty easy to get by without a plan for the first 22 years of life, and infinitely less so every day after that. My college diploma — while a physical representation of enormous accomplishment — also serves as a receipt for the part of my life that required minimal…


And Then The (Slightly More Polite) Call of “Please Help”

Theodore Roosevelt

— Vicky

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Enjoying the Thanksgiving holiday at my grandparents’ house is an annual week seeped in comfortable tradition. Their wooden home sits underneath the shade of oak and pine trees but atop Georgia’s Blue Ridge Mountains, and each year members of my dad’s side of the family flock to fill every room.

I say tradition…


The Complete History of My Beef With Jimmy John’s

— George Washington

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For those who know me well — or for those that had the misfortune of happening upon my twitter account by accident between the years of 2016 and 2018— my longstanding quarrel with Jimmy John’s has been well documented. My disdain was communicated through lighthearted converstations with those that asked and unfunny tweets sent out…


The Naked Dog No One Ordered

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The cashier asked the scripted question to seemingly no one in particular, looking right past my dad, Will and me and instead to the back of the growing line behind us.

It was the service I could always expect at The Varsity — seemingly annoyed at your very presence and unhurried no matter the circumstance. Their constant lack of emotion starkly contradicts the frivolousness of the red paper hats and the southern charm of their opening line, and yet I wouldn’t have it any other way.

We’d been eating there irregularly for years. I remember stopping by…


Convinced Every New Turn Was The Way Back Home

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The weather was , and the view of the courtyard from my seat at El Cuadro was beautiful. A large Peruvian flag draped down from atop a grey stone building on one side of the square, and a light breeze funnelled through the covered patio where our table was located. It was going to be the first good meal we’d had after about a week of being in Peru, and I was excited to try some alpaca.

Our group from First Baptist split up for lunch on that first day in Cusco, since some people were diligent in their quest…


Rising Tempers at the Local Trampoline Park

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After my freshman year of college, I spent the summer working as a court monitor for a trampoline park.

When describing my job, I always said it was similar to being a lifeguard — and in principle it was. I was always positioned off to the side of the trampolines, watching screaming children all day and warning them over and over again to stop running. Unlike a lifeguard, I have no idea how to save anyone’s life and possess no real sense of authority. If a kid wanted to call my bluff after I gave them a warning, they’d win…


A Horrifying Tale of Indifference

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At…


Confusion and Dehydration in the Utah Desert

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The Bartender’s Advice

My cousin Jackson and I coasted into the Escalante, Utah, RV park after an eventful day in Zion National Park — a day that saw us climb two-point-something miles into the sky and inch across the edge of a cliff on the way to one of the most breathtaking views I have ever seen. By the time we climbed down, drove up the state to set up our tents and then took a shower, we were ready to walk up the neon-lit street in search of food.

We stopped at a place called 4th West Pub and sat down at…


The Steep Price of a Cheap Trophy

It was early on a Saturday morning, and I was getting ready to go to school. Everyone in my family was, actually.

It was the day of the Family Fun Run, a brief race that began (way too early, if you ask me) in the Midland Academy Elementary School parking lot and unfolded down Psalmond Rd., where we were to turn around and run back to the finish line in front of the school. My mom was a teacher at the school — and all the Boyd children attended the school — so running was almost mandatory for everyone at…

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