My Nationality

“What nationality are you?”   I was sitting in my ethics class, fourth row from the front. Class was about to start in a couple of minutes. I had my Kant text out, my yellow legal notepad flipped to my most recent chickenscratch. The girl sitting to my left had asked me the question. I … More My Nationality

Sitting inside Van Pelt

The clicking of the computer keys, sometimes soft, always constant. A cough here, a cough there. Stifled. The distant murmur of the librarians talking, books being stamped and checked out. The “ding” of the elevators. “Ding” –get in. “Ding” –get out. The sound of pages being turned. Whoosh. Ding, ding. Click, click, click, click. Trees … More Sitting inside Van Pelt