Thoughts from the Past: The Pink and White Fabric

The voices of excited high school freshmen filled a brightly lit classroom, though their voices dulled as they left the room to head for another class. I was straggling behind like I do sometimes, making sure everything in my book bag was in its proper place. (I am grateful though, it would have been more embarrassing if there were others.)

I took the lone strap of my messenger bag and wrapped it around my shoulder. It slid down until its body rested against my hip. I smiled; I always had fun being a TA for my favorite teacher—Mrs. Olivares. There would be stories about the oddest things in her class, many of them revolving around giving birth, since my English teacher was pregnant. I felt sorry for her; she was miserable all the time. She felt like she was a “hundred months pregnant”—I don’t blame her, pregnancy is not easy on the body. That is why it is on my list of three reasons why I’m glad not to be a girl. The other two are periods and shaving legs. I would be way too lazy to shave my legs; they would be as hairy as the back of Chewbacca. Yep, only three reasons. I’m not sexist, please don’t get me wrong, for I have nothing against women. I believe they are one of God’s most amazing creations, and they deal with issues that would make a grown man cry. Continue reading


The Good Muslim

Two men took a seat at a table of a local coffee shop. One was dressed in a suit and tie with a Café Mocha at his fingertips. He had walked over from the courthouse after many hours of defending his business client, who was being sued from a customer who had fallen and broken a hip at his establishment from a wet floor, with a wet floor sign absent from the scene.

The other man was dressed more casual, jeans, T-shirt, and sipping from a Caramel Frappuccino. He was a teacher, who had spent the day substituting a College Algebra class at a private Christian School, mind-blowing their worlds with the quadratic formula.

“So Chris,” the lawyer said to the teacher, wanting to test him and to prove his superiority, “I have a question for you.”

“Shoot,” the teacher replied.

“How can I get into Heaven?” Continue reading

Winter Storm Thor

The Journal of a Snowbound College Kid.


