The Pitch

"You were 7 and I was 12.." I began my mock book pitch for my international publishing course. Class had technically ended 10 minutes ago, but my teacher asked us all to stay behind for one last pitch. Mine. In our last class on a Friday. I just wanted to get it over with. I'd…

The Lunch Program

"You ate all your food today," my mom announced as she emptied out my lunch bag, soaking the empty Tupperware containers in the sink. She sounded impressed. "No, I didn't," I shook my head. I sat at the kitchen table behind her colouring in my homework. "I gave my apple and my fruit roll-up to…

The Critique

I was flying through my post-graduate Teaching English as a Second Language program. I'd figured out the secret to good grades just the year before in my fifth year of my traditionally four year undergraduate degree program. That's how long it took me to figure out learning, just in time for me to learn how…

The Award

I pulled up in front of my co-worker Amanda's house and took a sip of coffee. Despite the ability to wake up half an hour later than usual this morning, I was as exhausted as ever. At least today was a PD Day, and we wouldn't have to teach. Today would consist of a routine…

The Test

I glance around the room anxiously. My students are writing a test. All I can hear is the turning of sheets, the rubbing of eraser against the page, the squeaking of desks as they write. Overhead the dull fan is our ambient noise. I can feel their nervous energy radiating off of them. Their sweaty…

The Observation

My stomach hurt. My digestive tract was failing me. This was not new. I'd felt this way several times before. My lactose intolerance loves to flare up at its worst under periods of extreme pressure. This was in addition to my internalized anxiety that had manifested itself as heart palpitations and whole body trembling. It's…

The Prayer

We were two weeks into a new school year at a completely new school. We were the pioneer students at St Stephan's Elementary school in Bridgewood, Ontario. So far, 7th grade was going well. The fact that all the students were all brand new was allowing for easier socialization, and friendships were quickly being established.…

The Annoyance

Somebody's cellphone was going off in the middle of my exam. That annoying vibrating sound originating from the bottom of a bag somewhere. Rhythmic. Repeating. Bzzz. Scratching at the back of my mind, raising my annoyance level with every vibration. Bzzz. And apparently, I was the only one who could hear it. Nobody was reaching…

The Nutcracker

A few years ago, I stumbled upon a picture of myself in senior kindergarten. The picture made me laugh. In it, is my adorable best friend at the time, Lucia. Her blond hair is pulled into a perfectly pristine bun atop her head, and she's holding her arms up in the shape of a triangle.…

The Night Owl

I awoke with that awful feeling. You know that feeling. The one where you're all safe in your sleep one minute and then the next, you're jerked to reality through the realization that it's now morning. Soon all that warmth and happiness will be ripped away from you. And you won't get it back until…