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Sensitivity must be used when the media reports on teen suicides. Sounds obvious, but it doesn’t always happen. And when it doesn’t, you often find copycat attempts in the wake of a teen suicide. How does it happen? Impulsive teenagers are... (more »)

I wouldn't ask for a dressing room. My mom always asked for me. The evening before I had repeatedly risen from my seat and piled on excess noodles suffocated in meat sauce. Then I licked my bowl with the buttered garlic bread, leaving no... (more »)

Imagine a bacteria that infects your blood, leaving spider bite-like pimples and boils all over your body, potentially leading to death. Imagine this bacteria is resistant to treatment. This is a superbug. Methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus... (more »)

I could feel the judge's eyes on my face as I analyzed my body in the mirror. Good. I look skinny. My stomach looks flat. Wait, is this me thinking, or my character? I finished my piece and bowed my head. It was over. Is it really over?... (more »)

As a freshman, you hear the stories about health class pour from the upper classmen on a regular basis. But, you never know what tp truley expect. Luckily, most of the things we were told are either no longer taught, or just little white lies. We... (more »)

Why is it, everyone thinks they can speak of how much better it is once we die. Then get flooded with wonder when someone pushes a knife deep in the rivers of life. They don't even get the paradise promised to them. Instead, they get... (more »)

In the mirror lies a face of despair. Shrunken by her misery she lies in tears. Her life is little more than weight. She here's a comment, whether positive or negative and uses it to cut herself down. She cries herself to sleep with nothing in... (more »)

“You can sit there. The ­doctor will be right with you.” The nurse gestured me to the waiting room. Come on, do I really need to be here? I'm not sick enough to be here. “Jane! The doctor will see you now.” Great … The office... (more »)

People stare when I walk by. I ­pretend not to notice. It’s not their fault; they don’t know I can’t stop. Can’t stop ticcing. When I was 11 years old, 16 letters changed the way I live my life forever: Tourette syndrome. Now, four... (more »)

I walked aimlessly down the hall. I had no idea where I was going, but I knew why. The words “Please send at 9:40” were written on a yellow piece of paper my Spanish teacher had handed me. I knew right away what it was about. I walked... (more »)