My friend John is an aspiring clown. He carries around six tattered juggling balls all day and trys to teach anyone he encounters his favorite pastime. He has wonderful hair; it's rather fluffy and sticks straight out in all directions (it's part of his clown love). He comes to school every day with a new story for me about riding his unicycle and entertaining children around his apartment. He has a lot of character, more than most. I love John. The other day in class, while he was ju...

I once had a teacher, Dr. Hitchcock (seriously), who would tell us that revenge must be balanced by adequate amounts of compassion. That phrase has always stuck with me, not because of it's directness, but because of the generalness it implies. I mean, the fact that everything needs it's opposite to balance it applies to everything. I'm sick of flattery, sick of sugary sweet. I'm starving for truth, and yes, I believe I can handle it. I feel like everyone I come in contact with wants...