Column by Kaylan Thompson, Graduate student from Murray She’s telling me about all the students who don’t know what to do and, while my head is nodding and mouth is smiling, my brain is thinking that was me. The professor I’m talking to continues to describe what I’m taking upon myself to name: student disillusionment. stu-dent dis-ill-u-sion-ment (noun) Read More
Lining the back wall of Studio B at the WKMS radio station is a bookcase heavily stocked with vinyl in pastel colors, muted over the wear of time. For some reason these were the voices that told me this was my kind of place. It wasn’t until my first year of graduate school, even through Read More
I’m in a bathroom stall, wondering about a couple of things. The first, why do bathroom doors open inward? The second, who brings sharpies into the bathroom with them? And third, where is the respect for ourselves? I’ll explain. Bathroom doors really should open outward, otherwise you’re stepping in the stall and over the toilet Read More
It’s eighth grade, and I’m wearing a baggy T-shirt and flare jeans. My hairline is receding from the tight ponytails I subject it to each day, but I’d say the look goes well with my braces and glasses. My assigned locker is right beneath Aaron’s, and today is the best day of my life because Read More
I want to let you in on a little secret. It’s something pretty big and life-altering. If you know the secret, you feel it. If you don’t know it, you seek it relentlessly without realizing it. Centuries of people have already discovered it. The Beatles harmonized about it. In the pouring rain, my Read More