For one week every year, my classmates and I were joyously carted out to various towns and villages throughout the country on a short-term exchange student program called Cultural Field Studies.

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As the press-button bathroom lock supposedly secured the gas station bathroom door, my performance reached its crescendo. I clasp the doorknob and re-check it's lockedness...

The Preservation Society Board of Dictatorial Governance has sat quietly by as the mid-youths of our day have ever-so-bravely sat sipping their slow-bar coffees and denigrated the service known as LinkedIn...

Blast his candy-loving hide. It looks as though I have lost my traveling companion at the last stop...

The last smear of espresso slides onto my tongue and the only solace I will find is at the bottom of another of the same. “Uste edno kafe,” I ask the waitress...

As a September baby, I joined the ranks of youngsters inducted into the American public school system at the unripened age of five...