Random Encounters – Weis Mom

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


Adventures in Learning: Spanish 102

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

First Love

“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 Eager Observer

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

Random Encounters – Street Crossing

Interacting with random Bloomsburg Townees is always an interesting experience. These moments typically occur in a few seconds, but they are definitely worth sharing.

I left Jen and Sare’s apartment around 3:36pm to return home. Traffic began to congest heavily by the time I reached the corner.  I patiently waited for an opportunity to cross.

Please let me cross. No? Okay.

Will you let me cross? No? Alrighty then.

Seven minutes flew by and now an older gentleman stood on the opposite corner also waiting to cross. There was a brief lull in traffic and the man darted immediately. My aversion to becoming roadkill kept me standing still.

The man starting shouting at me from the middle of the street Continue reading

I Know What They Did


I know what they did.

I know they hurt you. I watched as they belittled and berated you into nothing.

I know they beat you. I cried as they slammed their knuckles into your fragile ribs.

I know they doubt you. I despaired as they imposed dangerous obstacles to defeat you.

Here’s how you strike back.

Remove the “why” and focus on “I”.


Why did they hurt me?


How can I stop the hurt?


Why did they beat me?


Where do I find the power to stop it?


Why did they doubt me?


Why did I doubt me?

Learn to transform external pain into internal gain and begin to Manifest your Joy – Barry

How to Lose Friends and Infuriate People – Chapter Two

The introductory chapter to this book exposed you to a fundamental principle in losing friends and infuriating people. Before moving on to this chapter, be sure to review the material discussed in the Introduction once more.

Part Two – Strategies for Losing Friends.

In your efforts to shed friends like an old snake skin you will encounter many difficulties. At some point you encounter a great altruistic figure who insists on enduring friendship with you. Such as serious case of the measles, you wish to be rid of this person!

Do not fret. I have crafted a stratagem specifically for this purpose. Continue reading

Erase This from My Biography

Cecilia walked into to my apartment just in time to catch me unashamedly dancing to Staying Alive by the Bee Gees. The appalled look on her face revealed her confusion at what transpired. She didn’t know about this daily ritual of mine. That song replayed constantly in my head for the past decade. I dare you to only listen once! It’s not possible!

“Hey Barry! Oo that’s a good song!”

“Yeah I love it! It’s been stuck in my head for the longest time haha”

I invited Cece over to play a horror movie drinking game. Jump scare? Take a sip. Someone trips? Take a sip. Finally settled on the couch we scanned through Netflix and landed on The Awakening. It looked promising.


A pretty good movie!

Before I hit play Cece looked at me in an odd manner, “Turn off the light”

What? NOOO! That wasn’t a part of the deal! I don’t want to watch this in dark!

Reluctantly, I got up and flicked off the living room light. I already regretted it.

Shit! Did you hear that? Is someone in my closet? Do I want to look? Maybe I should double check?

Hey! Can you knock it off? The movie hasn’t even started yet!

Sorry. You know I don’t like the dark. Continue reading

In Pursuit of Pizza

Psssssst. Hey. You awake?

Stomach leave me alone. It’s two in the morning.

I realllyyy want some pizza. Do you want pizza? I know you do. Pizza. Pizza. Pizza. Gimme’a piece’a of pizza. Please? Pretty please? Pretty please with a pepperoni on top?

Fine! I’ll get some damn pizza, just stop annoying me. Begrudgingly, I bounced out of bed and threw on clothes. As I opened my bedroom door the light from the hallway temporarily vanquished my retinas. Before reaching the steps downstairs I saw some friends in the social lounge so I made a quick detour.

“Hey Patrick, where are you headed to this late?” Sare inquired.

Emmy A. and Modi sat beside Sare on the purple couch.

“Hey! I can’t sleep and I really want some pizza” Continue reading