by Holly Seabury
I think back to grade
school when I received an S for “Satisfactory” in handwriting, and now
strangers watch me write because it’s so eloquent. It’s freezing in my
apartment because my roommate doesn’t believe in keeping windows shut
during winter. I haven’t worn my hair curly like this in months; bangs
have prevented me from doing so. They didn’t believe me at the bar when I
told them I had a tiny tattoo on my foot. Movies are wonderful when
you’re alone, but watching them with the right person or people makes
for such a better experience. McDonald's for dinner was a terrible idea.
is an assistant editor at Oxford University Press, and a graduate
student studying writing at Long Island University. She lives in NYC
with her roommate.