At Nineteen: Already a Has-been?

I have news: the Sophomore Slump isn't a myth. I know. I lived it. After a pretty exciting first year of college, at the start of my sophomore year, I hit the slide. Oh, I was going out some, but there wasn't anybody special. Generally, life was good. I liked my classes, and I wasn't … Continue reading At Nineteen: Already a Has-been?

Age Fifteen: “Where the Boys Are . . .”

After the so-called senior recital—which should have marked an end point, should it not?—the piano saga continued. I played in a piano competition in Memphis the fall I turned fifteen. I was the youngest competitor, which should have told me something. Also, I'd refused to practice as I should. I went blank in the performance, … Continue reading Age Fifteen: “Where the Boys Are . . .”