WWY

It was 6:24 am in Exeter, New Hampshire in late May, the semester had one week left and I was free from all of the worry and struggle. I put…

  Okay, so here's the tragic story of my first months at the academy. My summer job was unnecessary, but I wanted to feel like I was contributing to my…

I have no idea how to write this mess. I mean, in my head the narrator sounds a bit like Holden Caufield and a bit like one of Wes Anderson's…