Being in Belmont is an eye-opening experience. Unexpected bits of my personality are popping up left, right, and center. I like to dance in crowded rooms with speakers throbbing with the volume of the pop music they’re pumpin’. Meeting people by singing Les Miserables is much better than the conventional, “Oh, so what’s your name? What…
I picked up a ribbon today. I was looking through my old things and found it, a blue first in the 1600 m at a middle school meet. 2011, the ribbon read; I was a 6th grader in 2011. Flipping it over, I found my time scrawled on the back: 5:59. As a twelve year…
By extended extended family, I mean the sort of family members that aren’t cousins, grandparents, aunts, or uncles. Extended extended extends to the realm of great aunts and all those once, twice, three times removed thingies nobody can every figure out. “UGh,” you may grunt. Or, “Oooooh,” you may say in a knowing, pitying tone.You are…