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The day my music died.
Posted by: Samantha Gutglass on: September 22, 2009
My iPod died this morning. I was walking down Westland Avenue, singing softly along with Arcade Fire, when it shut off. Just like that.
“Shit,” I muttered. What was I supposed to do? I dreaded the thought of riding the train without my headphones on, without a soundtrack to guide my thoughts. It would be so [...]
I pierced my nose and I like it.
Posted by: Samantha Gutglass on: April 6, 2009
“I’m going to pierce my nose.” I say to my roommate, Callie. It’s the third time I’ve told her this in the past week, but my nose remains unpierced. She takes a sip of her ginger tea and nods.
“Okay, let’s go do it then.”
“No,” I shake my head, “I can’t do it.”
“Okay,” She takes another [...]
Invisible ink.
Posted by: Samantha Gutglass on: February 8, 2009
“Feliz cumpleaños, Sam!” My roommate, Marisela grinned as she stood over my bed. She held a traditional Spanish pastry, which she had decorated with twenty-one candles. She seemed pleased with herself.
“Gracias, Marisela,” I replied, still half asleep. I blew out the candles and smiled. I had spent years dreaming of this day, and now that [...]
Ch-ch-changes
Posted by: Samantha Gutglass on: January 8, 2009
- In: change| growing up| humor| maturity| reflection
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“Sam? Are you up?” My mom yells from the bottom of the stairs.
“No,” I mutter, pulling the covers over my head. A minute later, I can feel her standing over my bed.
“Wake up! It’s 10 o’clock. Let’s get breakfast!” She pulls up my window shades, inviting the sunlight into my bedroom. It makes my eyes [...]
Nobody taught me how to grieve.
Posted by: Samantha Gutglass on: November 17, 2008
It’s been five months since my grandfather died, and I’m still hurting. One weekend, we were together for my uncle’s wedding, and the next, he was gone. Just like that. My grandfather was 82 when he died. He lived to see each of his children get married. He formed close relationships with his grandchildren. As [...]
My love is like ice cream.
Posted by: Samantha Gutglass on: November 3, 2008
“I guess I just need to go out with guys even if I don’t like them.” Rachel sighed before taking another sip of coffee. I looked at her carefully. She was pretty. She was nice. She was smart. Then I realized that I had been staring at her for over a minute without saying anything. [...]
