Xanadu
 

As I toss my toothbrush on the top of my suitcase I try to remember where it all went wrong, but I can’t place the exact moment when I...

When I walk downstairs on a typical Sunday, I am enveloped by the warm, comforting smell of baked grain, a freshly arrived guest from...

The sirens flash. The gurney rolls in. The patient is screaming, a knife sticking out of his chest. The rest of the patients in the...

It was just another boring day of Math. I raised my hand to go to the bathroom, fully intent on not coming back.

It’s in my interest to become a hopeless romantic, but hopelessness was never an acquaintance.

Just a normal day in physics. Accelerating faster to catch up on notes I have not copied down yet. Struggling like every other day.

It was a Tuesday and I sat in the back row of Calculus staring at the projected screen. My teacher talks of numbers and square roots...

Calculus, so boring. Numbers and limits fly across the board, and for a second I gaze out the window.

Students squirm in their seats on a Friday morning when my Health teacher starts talking about reproduction.

Her soft voice faded out as the car passing outside caught my eye. Her lecture on the history of France was drowned out...