The Smoking Room

very prevalent in dormitory perimeters. An article affirmed “After a report of a strong marijuana odor coming from a Hutchison Community College dorm room, the Hutchison Police officers arrested an 18-year old male for attempting to distribute 24 grams of marijuana. Miller said HCC security guards reported that they smelled the drug from outside the room.” (Hutchison News). Due to illegal drug use in the vicinity, dormitories should be…

Who knows about the Zoo Keeping room on the first floor by the pottery class? Everyone believes that the Zoo room is a fine room; that it needs more animals, but the only concern is, is that the room has dangers to it, and is not safe at all. I have a proposal of what we need and can possibly do to make this room safer and more efficient. Current Situation • Safety o Evacuation Plan  When I asked fellow classmates about our evacuation plan for the animals; I was told how we are to just grab and…

A Clouded Idea Second period was by far my least favorite class of the day. The room was hot and sticky with a gross arm pit smell. Those combinations made me dread Eco every single day. I defiantly wasn’t the only one that hated that class, everyone that walked in practically held their nose. The sad part is we all knew why the class room smelled, it wasn’t because the school was old or something was wrong, it smelled like that because Jackson Lindoff was there. Jackson was a boy that…

Quietly, I approach the room, and peak my head in, gun at the ready of course. Inside is nothing but an old overhead projector that is somehow still on. I don’t know how it is working, but I am not going to think too much about it because I will spook myself out and I can’t afford…

stars. They burn fast and bright, then for no real reason, or for reasons we can’t understand, fade forever. They say space might be infinite but that means infinite stars, too, if you think about it. Some have to collide. Some have to burn out to make room for the next. It’s freshman year and my mom helps me move cross-state from Colorado to Nebraska, unload my stuff in giant rolling laundry carts into McGloin Hall, my home for the next nine months. McGloin is supposed to be just for…

notebook. The only light was coming from my desk in the opposite corner of the small room and the sole sound was my computer faintly playing my country playlist through the speaker. In the darkness, I was easily drawn to the…

Crevices and Rooms filled of times of my past and present. The good: open with welcoming smiles to anyone. The bad and ugly: locked but with the key still in the hole for anyone willing to enter. My mind is colorful to say the least. I can be thinking of anything at any given moment. There’s a room at the farthest point of the hallway, its door the darkest of red, the doorknob the same color. This is the room that my deepest fear stays trapped in. With my deepest fright stuck in this room, I can…

“I thought and pondered-vainly. I felt that blank incapability of invention which is the greatest misery of authorship, when dull Nothing replies to our anxious invocations.” shelley This is how I feel as I attempt to pinpoint the crucial events that have made up my present day psych. I suppose I am made up differently than most students at Poughkeepsie Day School. To begin my mind floats to age three, where the mess began. I can still see the sun peaking in; it lightly brushing the creamy…

been too long since they had seen each other last, but one would have assumed it had been ages, the way they came together. "Iris!" He beamed, opening the door. "Barry!" They embraced tightly and all of Iris' oxygen supply was suddenly out of the room. Pulling away slowly, Iris was able to take in Barry's appearance. Disheveled, no surprise, his hair sticking up in several places, his t-shirt smelled freshly-laundered, but also, so unmistakably Barry Allen. In his dorm, it was easy to pick out…

happened, shaking me and screaming at me. All I could do was get out a few words before breaking down sobbing at my lose and incompetence. The rest was a teary blur of police sirens, questions and his empty crib. Now, I’m sitting in my little Gabe’s room, holding his clothes, and trying to comprehend everything that had just happened. My wife was out looking for Gabe, asking around and arranging phone calls for more information on his whereabouts. I knew better though, didn’t I? I saw him being…