In Thanksgiving

I’d like to take a moment to give thanks for all the great things in my life over the past year. Things have rarely been easy, but it is undeniable that I have been blessed with so many wonderful people, places, and opportunities. I’m thankful for my family: for my father, who challenges me and […]

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Memoir: Halloween

Halloween was always a time of excitement for me, despite my general aversion to anything frightening or scary. The 31st of October represented the start of the “Holiday Season” of November and December which featured my birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and lots of time off of school. My family was not the kind to get new […]

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Memoir: Playing for the Wrong Team

The Summer before Senior Year was when I decided to get serious about hockey. For the past one and a half seasons, I’d done the bare minimum to become acquainted with this very new sport, attending games and the practices offered to my high school team (there weren’t many). The fact was that playing hockey […]

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Memoir: My Earliest Memories

The problem with memories is that they’re not terribly reliable. Recounted tales of my youth mingle with dreams to obscure the nature of my earliest years, forcing me to take even the most vivid memory with a grain of metaphorical salt. As such, I have several flashes of consciousness which vie for the title of […]

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Memoir: My Time as an Ice Hawk

“I used to be afraid of dying. Now I’m afraid of not living.” -Neal Shusterman At the risk of repeating myself, I have a story to tell. When I was little, I loved the ice rink.  Despite the inconvenience of the complex rental skates (I could barely tie my own shoes) I always felt a […]

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Memoir: Momentum

How hockey kept me moving forward.   The following was used as my Common App essay for my undergraduate applications. I have an absolute aversion to acceleration. I’ve always hated that moment- the moment when the world around me starts to whirl and blur, the moment when I have to trust myself enough to lose […]

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