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(02/18/08 6:00am)
Jon Poll's Charlie Bartlett"" begins with a string of clichés.
A sharp, insecure but very rich high schooler is kicked out of prep
school and starts public school only to find he doesn't fit in.
Complete with swirlies, a bimbo mother and lust for the principal's
daughter, one begins to wonder how ""Charlie Bartlett"" is
different from every other movie starring teen angst since the
1980s.
(02/15/08 6:00am)
I've spent my whole life trying to get good grades, be nice to
people and somehow avoid failing at life. But whenever I watch some
superhero movie or hear about someone saving the world from
whatnot, I think about how dull my life is in comparison.
(02/08/08 6:00am)
In high school, it didn't take long for me to realize that I was
turning heads. It wasn't, however, because of a perfectly
proportioned body, an uncannily symmetrical face or a bosom that
qualified as a separate limb. No, I was noticed because my voice
makes me sound like a porn star.
(02/01/08 6:00am)
For a long time, I wanted nothing more than to draw like the
normal kids, my illustrations depicting green meadows, happy
families and rainbows.
(01/25/08 6:00am)
I started dating when I was 15. Since then, I've had a slew of
boyfriends, flings, dinner dates and objects of my stalker efforts.
They've all been very different - I've dated tall guys, short guys,
smart guys, dumb guys, birthday clowns, liberals and even one
Republican.
(01/18/08 6:00am)
Since I've been cursed with a desire to be a writer, I always
tried not to care too much about material objects, knowing that one
day I'd probably have to give up most of them.
(12/07/07 6:00am)
Even though Emile Hirsch dies at the end of Into the Wild,"" I
found myself leaving the theater strangely enamored. Deciding to
attribute this eroticism to Emile's on-screen charisma and
willingness to do full-frontal, instead of, say, a budding case of
necrophilia, I confronted my boyfriend Jeff about the possibility
of making ""the list.""
(11/30/07 6:00am)
The time: noon. The place: my apartment on grocery day. The
characters: my friend, Greg, myself and a malicious entity about to
transform our lives forever - a tampon.
(10/26/07 6:00am)
In the third grade, I went to my friend's ninth birthday party
and made my artistic debut as a gruesome pumpkin carver. I was the
new girl in school at the time, sort of timid, not too sure of my
surroundings yet. I guess that gave me the illusion of being sweet.
(10/19/07 6:00am)
It seems everywhere I look, it's like a battle between
pro-lifers and pro-choicers. But a little bit of research will show
that most people from either side have never actually had an
abortion. I'm not really sure what gives them the right to be so
passionate about something they've never experienced.
(10/12/07 6:00am)
It all started with a purple tutu, mom's lipstick and a pointed
toe slamming against the stage while the audience cooed for the
duration of The Good Ship Lollipop.""
(10/05/07 6:00am)
Growing up, I always dreaded the first day of school. It wasn't
because of the disappointment when yet another pigtailed brat rose
above me in the popularity chain, nor was it the disillusionment
discovering the creepy boy with glasses and the inexplicable yellow
stain on his pants also outranked me. Rather, it was during
introductions, when I was forced to announce my parents'
occupations to the class.
(09/28/07 6:00am)
I've been a Class A worrier pretty much since I emerged from the
womb. When I was a kid, I refused to play with my toys because I
was worried they'd run out of batteries. At my first sleepover in
elementary school, I was convinced my parents' failure to answer
the phone when I called to say goodnight was proof they were
brutally murdered.
(09/28/07 6:00am)
I've been a Class A worrier pretty much since I emerged from the
womb. When I was a kid, I refused to play with my toys because I
was worried they'd run out of batteries. At my first sleepover in
elementary school, I was convinced my parents' failure to answer
the phone when I called to say goodnight was proof they were
brutally murdered.
(09/20/07 6:00am)
My family's dinner conversations often center on the aspirations
of the Wiatrak children. My brother tells them he doesn't care as
long as he makes a lot of money, my sister tells them she wants to
be a dancing pony rider and then I tell them I want to be a
journalist.
(09/14/07 6:00am)
Whenever anyone asks me if I'm excited for school to start, I
always tell them I'm just excited for the novelty of the first
couple weeks, because after that, it just becomes routine. But
recently I've started to realize that even the first two weeks are
generally the same.
(09/07/07 6:00am)
The thought occurred to me so quickly, that I pounced on my cell
and dialed my mom before it had a chance to escape my head.
(09/06/07 6:00am)
For UW-Madison sophomore Becky*, the decision was easy.
(09/05/07 6:00am)
Rob Zombie has added another tally mark to the ongoing list of
uber-gory, cut-the-sex-crazed-teens-into-little-pieces,
villain-can't-die slasher flicks.
(03/28/07 6:00am)
We all remember that humorously disturbing scene from ""The
Breakfast Club"" when Ally Sheedy vigorously mashes cereal between
the slices of bread in her sandwich. She then takes a satisfying
bite of her odd choice of a meal.