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During my vacation I made a point to venture up to my mother’s attic in order to retrieve a box full of my school papers and writing.  Fortunately, I found what I was looking for relatively painlessly, along with a box of old pictures.  Today I’ve been procrastinating by sifting through all these ancient treasures rather than working on graduate applications.  I figured I’d take a few moments to share a couple before getting to work.

From kindergarten or early elementary:

Oh, homework. Oh, homework.

I hate you

You stink

I wish I could wash you down a sink.

From junior year Creative Writing:

Asleep

She was an articulate girl, says the abundance of novels which lined her shelves near the window,

a fashionable girl too, says the Vogue magazines that stood within easy reach,

and a creative, artistic girl says the drawer full of art supplies worn with use,

but not a girl with solitary style, says the various decor arrangements adorning her room.

She lived with her family, says the toys and work papers strewn across the living room floor.

Two other people lived there, says the covers on the couch and a bed in the room down the hall.

A baby lived with another person in that room says the small clothes lined neatly in the closet, a toy boy shoved under the crib,

and the house must be lived in says the leftover dinner remaining on the table.

Something happened says the silent room under the darkened sky.

The closed door says she wanted privacy.  The dishes in the sink say she had other things to do.

And the stillness?  It fills the small room like water fills the ocean—a warm bed,

a comfortable pillow with a matching comforter, eyes closed peacefully.  She was motionless they say.