Old people, stroke patients, and persons with disabilities- these are the people who occupy a great place in my heart along with those street children and underprivileged individuals begging for alms on the overpass, knocking to every car’s window, and wiping the shoes of every passenger on the jeep.

Surely, it’s my grandmother who taught me (not literally taught, but it’s one thing I really have learned for my whole life staying with her.) to be like this, to feel compassion to thos

Rehtaeh Parsons was just another girl, living a normal life in Nova Scotia, Canada. However, unlike any other girl, she succumbed to a trauma that no one would wish on his or her worst enemy. She was gang raped by several boys at the age of just fifteen. Horrific enough as this was, one boy apparently took and released a photo of the young girl being assaulted to the public, unleashing a reign of bullying on Parsons.
Technology has been the best and worst thing to happen to our society.

After giving my roommate the title to my story, I realized there was more than one side to it. Not only do I feel like I’m on display at the gym, but apparently she noticed other women who come to the gym strictly to be on display. But since I tend to stray away from the Barbie dolls that come to the gym to walk the treadmill for hours, I will share my experience and opinion instead.

As a college student, I’m convinced every time I go to our school’s gym that I’m on display for every

I found something new to live by that has left me breathless after reading. This poem gave me a new view on life and happiness:

After A While by Veronica Shoffstall

After a while you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn
that love doesn’t mean leaning
and company doesn’t always mean security.

And you begin to learn
that kisses aren’t contracts
and presents aren’t promises
and

My life has been nothing but a juggling act. I have a girlfriend. I go to college, full time. I'm an avid gamer. And, lastly, I'm a YouTube uploader/commentator (IdiocracyGames, if you'd care to look it up). I juggle all of these activities, every day, in hopes that, someday, I will graduate college, marry the woman I love, continue to play games as much as I can, and grow my YouTube channel so that people around the nation can see my content. I wish there was something that could ease the load

Moving into an apartment at college meant a few things, but the most important thing it meant was that I got a kitchen and that I could cook.

I've always loved to cook, ever since I was little and slaving away at my little easy bake oven making cookies and cakes for my mom and dad and sister. Being able to cook for myself has been quite the learning experience, although it'll be a long time before I'm a home style cook like my mother.

There is just one problem cooking at

I took Creative Writing in college freshman year, and I ended up writing a letter to my mom, which was completely real. There was something laying heavily on my chest for years that I needed to tell her, and so I thought this might be the best way.

I took Creative Writing in college freshman year, and I ended up writing a letter to my mom, which was completely real. There was something laying heavily on my chest for years that I needed to tell her, and so I thought this might be the

Rugby is starting soon (next week) and I've been going back to the gym trying to get back in shape so the first week of practice isn't as bad as it could be for me.

The one thing I hate to do most is running, and even though I'm a forward and it's not expected of me to be the best runner, I still gotta run with the rest of the team during practices. I've been trying to make running fun, or even just bearable for me. I mainly do this by making up little games in my head, or telling

No. Let me repeat that, No.

Classrooms are enclosed germ capsules. Everything from the doorknob you touched to enter the room to the desk you sit at has germs on it. I'm not trying to freak you out but college (and high school) are cold and flu havens.

Missing a day or two of classes in order to get some rest, fluids and possibly hold down some food is a small sacrifice compared to coming down with the all-out, full-blown super-flu that is not only making humans miserab

Here's a story I wrote recently. I hope you enjoy it. It's not all true, but maybe others can sympathize with the sentiment.

When I set my alarm clock at night, I budget an extra half hour into my time before I have to leave for Pretty. I wake up to loud punk rock. I hit snooze two or three times. I kick the covers off my feet and legs first. Then I slowly convince my upper body that I will indeed live if I leave the warmth of my mango, lemon, and palm tree blankets. I galumph into