Jennifer Prewitt

Cameron from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off and Anxious Angst

By Jennifer Prewitt “I’d rather you drink here than somewhere else” is the classic Cool Mom line, a line my mom said many times throughout my high school career. It felt like an invitation, like she couldn’t wait for me to ask her to go on a beer run. To prove that I trusted her,…

The Unlikely Teen Idol: Characters We Love to Root For

By Ash Fuentes, Ahri Vi, Ryland McGinniss, Jennifer Prewitt, Aidan Hurley, Tracy Fuentes, Kleigh Balugo As teens, our favorite characters weren’t always the squeaky clean and put together ones. A lot of times we find ourselves rooting for the underdog— the loners, outcasts, and weirdos. They might come from rough backgrounds or even make questionable…

What’s in Our Bags?

By Charlene Gonzales, Rosie Lopolito, Kleigh Balugo, Lianelys Cabrera, Jennifer Prewitt, Ash Fuentes, Jana Marquez, and Tracy Fuentes The contents of one’s bag can reveal a lot about someone: what they’re currently reading, how they keep their hair so neat, and most importantly, what they consider absolutely essential for them to carry at all times.…

Ratatouille for One

Photo by Jennifer Prewitt By Jennifer Prewitt I’m not so naive that I think a movie can protect me. My childhood home was burglarized twice before I had even finished middle school, both times while my mom and I were away. Both times by someone we knew. In some twisted way, I suppose this could…

Thursday in December, Maybe Six Years Ago (I’m Not Counting)

Photo by Jennifer Prewitt By Jennifer Prewitt On the hill I realized I was grossly underdressed. Wind blown snow giving cold kisses on our cheeks. “You go first,” and I did. We sled for hours, laughing when the thorns swallowed me up, the roses long dead. After, we sat in my car while it warmed…

Waverly

Photo by Hannah Blair By Jennifer Prewitt It’s been, what? Five months? And the time before that, even longer. I wish you were here. I wish you were here. The city is big. Loud. The people are nice. Kind of like you. They’re loud, too. Just like their home. It feels small, sometimes. Four days…

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