Alex is an integral part of my life. He regularly comes by my house at night with a few other friends, and although he stays for only a short time, he usually makes me look stupid. Most odd of all, he always has a pretentious way of only stating sentences, and then looking around for answers. I have thought about kicking him out of my house before, but excitement always overrides the painful experiences. Most surprisingly, Alex is simultaneously in...

It was too early. My head was pounding and my eyes inextricably blurry. Yet, I still felt butterflies as we turned toward Amherst Center. It was a pilgrimage to Ultimate's Mecca. It was another annual weekend of joy at the Invitational. Building a successful team entails bonding with teammates. But with "Spirit of the Game," Ultimate also stresses individual sportsmanship. Playing with my high school, my select team, or even pickup at the Coliseum has made me internalize Ultimate. I...

I need the cotton balls! That was all my three-year-old self worried about when I dropped my art supplies on the ground as my mom and I were running to catch the 96 Bus. Luckily, I saved all of them and we rushed onto the bus to school. It’s strange I still remember this seemingly nominal event. I find it interesting that, as a bus-riding three-year-old infatuated by soft cosmetic items, I was completely oblivious to the world around me....