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Sara Bacheson Staff Writer |
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In first grade I got the chicken pox. I had them in my eyes, in my nose, in my belly button. It was the first time I missed class for more than two days. I was a good student. I hated going to school, but once I got there, I made the best of it. I had four boyfriends. At the end of the year, I circled their heads in my yearbook and put hearts next to their names. I'm still friends with all of them. One I dated in high school. One I want to marry. My mom was a substitute teacher when I got into
fourth or fifth grade. At first, I really liked it. I got to ride
to school with her and talk to the teachers. When I got into middle
school, I used to go into school early with her on days she worked
and bring VCR's and TV's to the teachers' rooms before all of the
other students got there. I started writing when I was in high school. My first creative writing class was during my freshman year. I still wanted to teach to the deaf and the hearing impaired. Mr. Saxton had a huge impact on me though. I wrote poetry as much as I could because he told me that I was good at it. I wonder if he was just saying that to make me feel good. I'm glad he told me anyway, because I have always cherished what he gave me. I wrote him a letter when I graduated to let him know what kind of person he was to me, and we have been writing ever since. He is the principal now. I tossed my cap at my high school graduation wondering if my parents knew that I drank, if they knew that I occasionally smoked cigarettes, if they knew I was still a virgin, and if they knew if I ever touched drugs. |
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Sara
Bacheson is a senior professional writing major at The College of
New Jersey. She enjoys poetry, creative writing, and sports. She
hopes to fulfill her dream of writing for a bridal magazine or working
in New York where she'll make massive amounts of money! |
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