Posted by: Samantha Gutglass on: October 15, 2008
It’s the night of the last presidential debate before Election 2008, and I’m scared. It’s not because I’m going on a date tomorrow night. It’s not because I found another mouse in my kitchen. And it’s definitely not because the man down the hall just called me, “little sugar mama.”
Lately, I’ve been feeling like not [...]
Posted by: Samantha Gutglass on: October 8, 2008
Lately I find myself feeling incredibly nostalgic. I yearn for the days when life was simple, when I ate and slept and played without a care in the world. Sure, there were days when I would have given anything to grow up. When I was eleven, I cried for an entire week because Max Cohen [...]
Posted by: Samantha Gutglass on: October 7, 2008
I laugh because I’m nervous. I laugh because I’m uncomfortable. I hardly laugh when it’s appropriate. Today, in class, I laughed during a video on research methods. You’d laugh too if you heard someone say, “Firemen aren’t made. They’re born.” So I did.
On Saturday afternoon, I got in trouble for laughing. I was reading on [...]