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The Night I Was Swallowed By the Sea

I floated slowly to consciousness with the sound of lapping waves. For a minute or two I lay there half awake, debating whether or not to roll over, when in a sudden flash of understanding I sat bolt upright in terror. As I had feared, the querulous beam of my friend’s headlamp illuminated the surf, white and foaming, crashing and roiling not six inches from my feet—and definitely inside the tarp we called home.

Nausea to Death

There is a standard medical form that must be signed before entering surgery. The form warns patients of the effects of anesthesia and possible outcomes of surgery. October 3, 2008, was the first time I signed the “nausea to death” form, and I would have to sign it four times after that. My second day as a sophomore in college I received news I would have to withdraw from school, move out of my apartment, and move home because of a  tumor…

World War I: America Makes the World Safe for Imperialism

An Excerpt from Building Blocks of Freedom: A History of the Greatest Federal Constitutional Democratic Republic [Teacher's Edition]

My Godfather

What at the time I thought was an honest answer to a question I get asked frequently, I later realized was a spurious statement. Honestly, I am simply concerned by the flood of questions that arise when people finally learn that it was not my great-grandfather who immigrated here, but that I actually stepped off a plane less than six years ago.

The Freedom Tour

The heaviness in my heart is indescribable. I feel full and yet empty—existing in a state too confused to construct something other than a duality. My heart weeps, yet I do not cry. I have spent my emotional capacity more times than a body can take out credit for. I am overwhelmed with the day’s experience, but unsure of whether or not I will be able to pour myself out in this way.