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It seems to be a universal principle that the older you become, the faster time seems to pass. The days drag on into eternity. The weeks are several months long. The months are only worth a couple of days and the years pass in mere hours. The ancient ones that sit in the back pew on Sundays frequently comment on how quickly things change, people grow up, and the pace of life seems so frantic all of the time.

I have found that college hurls you further into this time-warp. They promise you that in a mere four years you…


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Not too long ago I had an essay I had procrastinated on, that was due on a Saturday night at 11:59pm. You know when I started said paper? That Saturday night at 8:30ish–prime time to get stuff done (the only time at that point). Why wait so long when your gracious professor has notified the class and discussed it well before it was due? I ask myself this question often and the most honest, concise answer I’ve come up with: I suck.

So there I was, a paragraph in and an hour deep into this paper, counting down the minutes…


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There are times when I wish I didn’t need people. Times when I wish that I could live in a tiny cabin all by myself. My only neighbors would be the ancient pines that surround my home. My only visitors would be the birds and squirrels, which I would gather about me like an army. I’d be entirely self-sufficient.

My self-worth wouldn’t be defined by anyone’s opinion of me, I wouldn’t have to interact with anyone I didn’t want to, and I wouldn’t ever have to ask for help.

This dream of mine is extremely flawed for several reasons, the…


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I wouldn’t say that I avidly make risky lifestyle choices. For the most part, I live in routine and only every once in a while will I stray from that to explore a ditch or two, hoping to find treasure or a body or more treasure. But one thing I have made a reckless habit of is staying on my college campus so late that it leaves me no choice but to take the ten minute walk home at midnight or 1 or 2am. …


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According to many people, one of the most magical parts of childhood are the the mythical creatures that visit in the dead of night, on the eve of a holiday or during a special occasion, and leave only treats behind as evidence that they were there. When I was younger, my friends would talk about setting leprechaun traps for St. Patrick’s Day, looking for Easter baskets hidden by the Easter bunny, and seeing the Christmas presents under the tree addressed to them from Santa. This magic introduced to them by their parents.

My parents filled up our Easter baskets, gave…


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The other day I took two of my friends to the cemetery, because where else would you go on a Thursday evening? I’m terrible at introducing living people to one another and when it comes to the people I want to introduce to my friends, it’s much easier to introduce the dead. …


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Picture this: a girl on the verge of becoming a teenager, very much in the middle of figuring it all out. She’s a mess. She has no idea how to do her hair, so she just pulls it back out of the way. And she also wears shirts that are one size too big for her, most of them being church camp t-shirts or anything with Captain America on it. She’s out there trying to find herself or make herself from the ground up, but she only has the social skills to survive — get in and get out. She…


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There are currently 6 blog posts in my drafts, with all of them between 0 and 250 words. I’ve even worked on three separate posts this week before starting this one. Generally, I know where they are headed and what I want to include, but my brain gets stuck. Sometimes, like a scratched up vinyl record, it will skip over the part that is too obscure to make out to something that it knows, but not before repeating the same phrase over and over, waiting for the connection to the next line. The separate moments make sense in my head…


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In the middle of my freshman year of college, I surprised myself by picking up a writing minor. My brothers immediately asked if I was following in the footsteps of that one SNL character played by David Spade and planning on living in a van down by the river.

Nothing prepared anyone for this decision. I was competent at writing papers in high school, but had never participated in writing to the degree of some of my friends. While they were designing their Hunger Games spin-off characters, publishing their murder mysteries on Figment, and creating entire world orders for fantasy…


On the road where my grandparents live, there was a house that I took a certain fascination with when I was younger. I distinctly remember flying along the hilly road to and from my grandma and grandpa’s house, craning my head as far ahead as it would go and looking at it for as long as I could–all of three seconds–wishing that one day we would stop in the driveway and explore.

There was really nothing extraordinary about the place outside of three distinct things that captured my imagination.

First, the house–rather a sardine can they often call a single-wide…

Caleigh McCready

A sleep deprived college student who occasionally considers herself a writer. Here's a website: scrapsandscribblings.wordpress.com

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