My Sight

Candy Cigarette, Sally Mann Word Count: 692 “She was being a bitch!” “Sally! That’s not the kind of language we use! I told you to go down to the principal’s office,” my teacher yells back. “Do I need to escort you?” “Mrs. Carr, you’re not even listening to what happened.” She gave me ‘the look’. I turned away, disgusted. Grabbing my bag without another word, I left to Dr. Arnette’s office - the second time this week. “Sally, what are you in for today?” Arnette scoffs at me. Not even a hello. “Jaime called me a whore. I told her to fuck off. She told me to go take a seat in the corner where a poor bitch like me should be and I pushed her. Mrs. Carr of course only saw me push her so I’m the only one who got sent here. Jaime’s the victim - as usual.” “Well I am very disappointed to hear such vulgar words from the mouth’s of twelve year-olds.” she replied. “I have to ask, have you acted in anyway that would provoke Jaime to use such language?” “I’d bet you it’s...

Word Count: 574 Waking up, it was still dark out. My clock read 6:02 am. I am not a morning person, but my heart raced today. Jumping out of bed, I ran into the living room. Our tree was surrounded by gifts wrapped in colorful green and red paper! There were even two new bikes for my brother and me! I looked on the coffee table, where the plate we left for Santa only had a bite left of the three cookies we set out for him the night before. I ran back to my brother’s room and opened the door. I woke up before he did! “Teddy,” I whispered. No response. “Teddy!” I repeated just a little louder. He groaned. “Santa came!” His eyes lit up and he jolted out of bed. We ran down to the living room, me for the second time because again, I woke up before him. “Wow,” my brother reacted to all the presents. He went to grab his stocking full of candy and smaller gifts. I thought we shouldn’t look through them until Mom and Dad are up, but he convinced me it was fine as long as we put them ...

Word Count: 510 There are many things that make up my identity. I'm a white, makeup-loving, stereotypically feminine girl with Italian-Catholic, German-Jewish ancestry. I'm from a small, horse farm town in "upstate" New York where everyone knows everything about everyone. All of these things take part in who I am as a person. In fact, my post was originally going to be about makeup and how it's affected my life in a variety of ways. I'm changing the subject though. I was forcing my writing, when the idea of this post is supposed to be a stream of consciousness about my identity - but what makes up who I am more in this very instant than what I can't take my mind off of? I was having so much trouble concentrating because honestly my mind is a million miles from what I was originally trying to put into words. Humans are constantly evolving and what takes up a huge part of my identity right now may take up a smaller portion tomorrow, leaving more room for ...

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Word Count: 539 “Go before me,” Victoria tells her friend after three of her other friends have already ordered their ice creams. How is she supposed to choose when there are so many options? Does she go with classic cookie dough or does she want a fruity sorbet? Don’t forget the peanut butter swirl with pretzel bites in it. This is a life or death decision. Victoria is never going to have ice cream again. Ever. Okay, maybe she won’t have it until next week. Now, Victoria can’t even pick an ice cream flavor with ease; can anyone really expect her to pick a college major? Since her junior year of high school, she has been contemplating her college major. Considering everything from Psychology to Theater to Communications to Advertising, she’s currently landed on double majoring in Theater and Journalism and Media Studies. She finally feels safe in her decision. She could become a filmmaker or work in advertising or write for a magazine. Very randomly and very suddenly,...