Jared Thomas ('20) Once upon a time, once upon a time was the best I could come up with. Sorry to say not much has changed. A long, long time ago, before I had a super firm grasp on how to tie my shoes, I decided, with all the pomp, circumstance and tenacity a bloated six year old has to offer, that the world would stop spinning all at once if I didn’t spend every waking minute learning how to write. When I was even littler, my Mom and Dad used to spend all the time they weren’t at work with my outsized head lolling on their laps, reading me story after story after story. I don’t know if I always understood what the words meant, but the rhythm got through to me and kept me in the world’s most comfortable set of chains. For me, it was easy to find all the peace I needed in the beat the sounds made as they dripped out of my Mom’s ...
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