by Robyn—Age 24—Arlington, VA The snack bar at the country club was always hot, always sticky. The bubbly deep-fryer grease created a shimmering wave of heat, and the thick, sugary goo that dripped out of the Slush Puppy machine attracted so many bees we all suffered stings. I hated the job, hated burning my fingers [...]
by Maggie—Age 19—Chicago, IL I was a teenage craft princess. I babysat 25 children per birthday party, corestted and covered in glitter. I made wishes come true and destroyed the whole prince charming fantasy for some kids by dating the pirate. Together, me, the B-day girl, and all her friends, would put on makeup and [...]
by Shirley—Age 38—Kansas City, KS “Adult Day Care Activity Coordinator.” That is what I tell people my job title is. I am one of three women employed in a predominantly male office of construction salesman. One of the things that I do in my daily work is kindly remind the salesman how to stick to [...]
by Cama—Age 39—Boone, NC NOTE TO PARENT: Joshua worked hard today. Signed–Ms. Duke Did he really? I honestly can’t remember as I write this note. In middle school, each day is a ride on a cheap Ferris wheel with the speed set too high, punctuated by unsettling sights and rattling noises. But I’m not feeling [...]
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