Mozart Effect & Noisy Neighbor

When I was a schoolboy, I was in my elementary school’s Talented and Gifted (TAG) program. Mrs. Nelson was the teacher who directed it, and those of us in the TAG program would meet with her to do special projects, play games, and such. Mrs. Nelson must have believed the hype of the “Mozart effect”,Continue

Not Yelling At My Therapist

I paced around the waiting room. My therapist was two or three minutes late. When she arrived, she invited me back to her office. “Come on back, Dustin,” she said. “Okay, but before we start, I want to tell you that I will try not to yell at you this time. I’ll try not to.Continue

My Blood Boils

He’s my flesh and blood, they say, but he makes my blood boil! I’m tired of it. I’m tired of his supporters; rather, I am tired of people who support his stupid ideas. He could admit when he’s wrong, and so could they! Fuck him and all of his stupid friends. I’ll find my ownContinue