Tuesday, May 17, 2016

New Nonfiction


Check out my essay "Smells Like Teen Spirit" over at Queen Mob's Teahouse



















"The bathrooms were not meant to be coed, but the sheer amount of puke splattered in shower and toilet stall alike often forced us to share the one shower that through sheer chance survived the previous night’s purge. Finding this shower was a challenge, like an early morning scavenger hunt made tedious by constant repetition. The math was nonlinear and the equations got away from us very quickly. Sean and I had a weekly pool in which we tried to predict which shower stall on which floor would survive the weekend unmolested. I learned a ton about statistical analysis that semester and about how difficult predictions are to make no matter how much data you have."

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