I was caught in a rainstorm of glass. The sunroof above had been punctured by something black and round. Lights bled out onto the highway. The freeway stretched beneath and above other roads, forming capillaries and arteries with vehicles as vessels, pumping through. I can see it in my mind’s eye; our car hurdling through the dark, skating towards the other skeletal vehicle.         Then suddenly the tire, flat and losing air, must have broken free like some trapped bird....

I chose Barnard because I ultimately realized that I don't want to be isolated or sheltered. I want to experience...

I sent in supplements of me singing classical music to all my schools. Most...