by Rick Kempa—Rock Springs, WY We’re sitting around the campfire after dinner when Adam says, “OK everybody, what was the worst job you ever had?” Dave says, “That’s easy,” and he dives right in with the summer of ’55 that he spent scooting around on all fours in coal cars in a train yard, stuffing [...]
T. Budnik—Age 24—Atlanta, Georgia According to mantra-statement.com, my statement is: “What truly inspires me is a future in which I can explore the world in order to create my contribution to humanity.” I’m not too sure about that. See, it was a sentence with three blanks. For each blank there were about ten different word [...]
by Adam Szymczak—Age 19—Marblehead, MA The store opens, the chains and bars lifted off of the windows, the lights turned on, and the registers humming. People trickle in, buying this and that, things they need and things they don’t. They slide Visa and Mastercard and Amex across Formica countertops, to people who drag the cards [...]
by Steve—Age 42—Lafayette, CO I know I’m supposed to love my job because (a) with all the free time and built-in vacations, it’s vastly cushier than the average American’s, and (b) I should feel privileged to be involved in the mental, emotional, and professional development of a new generation of citizens. But my next semester [...]
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