Sometimes the blues is just a passing bird

JOHN SAAVEDRA JR. Columnist VIII. Everybody else is doing it, so why can’t we? Should I do it? Should I— It was the fat guy. He admired the little bag on the table. I have work tomorrow, man. I can’t do this for like...

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Sometimes the blues is just a passing bird

JOHN SAAVEDRA JR. Columnist I. Thesis Statement December 2010 (until further notice). I’ll write to you now and I’ll try to be as honest as possible: I’m in search of a soul. What’s been happening to me is that I’ve been sitting down a couple...

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An unaccompanied adult IV

JOHN SAAVEDRA JR. Staff Writer I lived in an old boardinghouse in the red light district; and every night I’d walk in and Miss Murray would offer me a fresh batch of cookies from the kitchen. I always said...

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An unaccompanied adult III

JOHN SAAVEDRA JR. Staff Writer They’d finally decided on an exorcist. He sat there staring at the picture for a while. “He was in bed last night, you know. He was rolled over on his side talking to himself, agreeing with...

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WAMFest ’11 plans set in motion

JOHN SAAVEDRA JR. Staff Writer David Daniel, director of creative writing at Fairleigh Dickinson University, recently offered a small glimpse into the next major WAMFEST event. It seems like Daniel and his colleagues will be taking the show on the road...

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An unaccompanied adult II

JOHN SAAVEDRA JR. Contributor Did I mention I was in a car accident? Well let me share a universal truth with you: some people are idiots, especially the jerk with the minivan that decided to cut me off as...

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An unaccompanied adult

JOHN SAAVEDRA JR. Contributor I decided to go back home to Sam. She opened the door like it was no big deal and went back to her chores. I’d just gotten out of the hospital so I was tired....

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Holden, I love you

JOHN SAAVEDRA, JR. Contributor You dropped into my life and started roaming down empty streets and waiting on desolate corners. And the wind followed you, whistling the sad war songs of your time. And you remind me of women...

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A small conglomerate of lights

JOHN SAAVEDRA, JR. Contributor The last couple of weeks have reminded me of the connections we make with people. Sometimes these connections are subtle. I hear myself thinking, “Well, he/she seems like a nice person. I’d like to hang...

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Dawn of the freshman

JOHN SAAVEDRA, JR. Contributor Word of the day: transition. It is bouncing around every freshman’s head, including my own. My first moments as a college student were ones played out with music— I room with Isaac Leggett and Matt Ryan,...

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