Interacting with random Bloomsburg Townees is always an interesting experience. These moments typically occur in a few seconds, but they are definitely worth sharing.
Wheat Bread – $2.49
Chicken Breasts – $11.99
Please don’t go over $50. Pleasee don’t go over $50.
Grocery shopping always provokes a special kind of anxiety. Watching the numbers trail down the screen, the total sum jumping higher and higher. It’s like suspense thriller starring me and my bank account. Continue reading
Only one more class left!
Finals start next week and then Graduation! Even though I planned to stay at Bloom for my Master’s Degree, I relished in the thought of not having to take another Gen Ed class again. I just needed to survive these remaining Spanish lectures.
Professor Guca-Moll quietly entered the room with a delicate ease. Her short stature and precise movements amplified her strange mannerisms. Her explanations about the Spanish language were riddled with enigmatic directions such as: “Open your mind’s eye and imagine the language” or “Replay the definition in your head like a black and white movie.”
Honestly, she would have done better teaching poetry. Continue reading
Some nicknames are better than others. Here’s an audio version of the story that’s what they called me in college. Hope you like it – Barry
“Cynthia was asking about you,”
I sat hunched down obsessively scrolling on my Galaxy S4. Going grocery shopping with Mom is like going to the dentist; A painful experience that seems to never end. Her Honda Odyssey pulled up to the last traffic light near the Walmart parking lot.
“Why.” I flatly responded.
Sensing contempt in my voice my mom lifted an eyebrow and glanced at me, “Don’t be like that, why don’t you like Cynthia?”
My muscles tightened with anger. No length of time would ever heal this wound. I swiveled in the passengers seat to face my mom and answer sternly, Continue reading
The Midnight Detective returns to ponder more questions about love. Will he like the revelations he uncovers?
You don’t need me,
A liberator remains prisoner in your false portrayal.
Change frequently promised, but never executed.
Fed not by growth,
Instead digesting stagnation.
No man is an island – Barry
The members of CGA huddled together at one table during the lunch break. Ike, Molly, Sandra, Dustin, and Tera were all present. We took our seats as the Kehr Union Ballroom quickly filled up with students, alumni, and presenters for the 10th Annual Husky Student Leadership Conference. Conversations about the various workshops spread amongst the group. I remained silent.
God I’m starving! When is the food coming? I really hope it’s not peanut butter and jelly. Actually, I don’t mind peanut butter and jelly. If the ratio of peanut butter is higher than jelly than I’m good. Maybe I do want peanut butter jelly?
“Hey Pat,” Ike summoned my attention.
“I got this really awesome idea! Let’s get a group photo with all the CGA alumni!”
“Great thinking man, I really like that idea!”
“I knew you would haha, I spoke to a bunch of alumni already. Could you try to convince Steve Grayola?” Continue reading