The Little Rebellion

Tag: Literary Journalism

  • Literary Journalism: Uncertainty

    Literary Journalism: Uncertainty

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    Chelsea Hirsch
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    As I’m struggling to zip up my long winter jacket while balancing my backpack and cell phone, I realize the only time I have to call my mom for her birthday is during my walk to my 8 a.m. class. I dial the home number. When she softly answers, “Hello,” I begin singing  “Happy Birthday.”…

  • We Are All Children of 9/11

    We Are All Children of 9/11

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    Brandon Quinn
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    We Are All Children of 9/11 I “We should find a way to send them pre-cooked meals, or maybe just gift certificates.” The class was discussing ways to help the family of a boy in the town over who lost his father a day earlier. We heard the news of the attack in this very…

  • Bringing Home The Bacon

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    Zan Strumfeld
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    My father’s arms are crossed, his shoulders erect. His 6 foot 4 inch body towers over the kitchen counter that creates a barrier between him and us. “Dad, this is Connor.” They don’t shake hands. I had spent the last hour and a half chewing my fingernails as we drove from New Paltz to Albany.…

  • Bedside Manner

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    Keith Carroll
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    My sister and I are waiting in our mother’s empty hospital room. We’re both too tired to speak, so we stare at our Blackberrys. It’s been a rough 36 hours. As my sister sits up against the wall, furiously texting my cousin updates we don’t have, I’m sprawled out on my mom’s bed, trying not to…

  • Postcards from the Edge: Academics

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    Spring 2010 Literature of Journalism class
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    This is not a movie.  College does not revolve around keggers and frat parties. The biggest concern is not what outfit to wear to the bar, despite what Hollywood thinks. College is not that final you somehow pass after skipping class for a full semester. It is not large rooms full of anonymous strangers and…

  • Fudge and Folly

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    Dan O’Regan
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    It was a beautiful fall day, and my college buddies and I were out enjoying the nice weather by shopping in town. We stopped in the boutiques and head shops that line the streets of New Paltz and finally made our way to the candy store. A sign on the counter said, “Fresh Fudge: $3.”…

  • Double Shot

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    Pamela Vivanco
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    3:30 a.m. I’m up drinking one of those cold Starbuck’s drinks with two shots of espresso in them that I bought at Hawk Station. I sit at my desk determined to revise the pile of papers to my right and read the pile of sociological research to my left, all due tomorrow. The caffeine is…

  • Tending Class

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    Julie Mansmann
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    “Does anyone have any questions?” “Yeah, how quickly can I drop this ball-buster of a class,” Leighann muttered in as she flipped through the seven-page syllabus. Professor Salerno continued talking about the importance of reading textbooks and actively participating in class. She stared straight out into the lecture hall, not a glance directed our way…

  • Room 306

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    Michelle Feliciano
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    Lisa patiently waits to enter room 306 in Van den Berg Hall for her appointment.  She needs to sign up for classes for next semester, but must get them approved first by her adviser. As a girl with an orange backpack rushes out, Lisa rises from the uncomfortable metal seat and walks into the room.…

  • Taking the Trash In

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    Jennifer Von Willer
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    I’ve got deadlines and places to go, people to interview, you know, being a journalism undergraduate. Alex is a junior studying physics at SUNY New Paltz. We’re dumpster-diving through New Paltz streets during garbage week instead of doing homework. “I’m going to get my insurance policy tomorrow, go to the DMV and ride my bike…

  • Lost in Translation

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    Jaime Prisco
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    “I understand the loathing, but what really bothers me about this novel is the word fear. It’s just so ambiguous.” “Oh, I completely agree. The ambiguity is really the issue. This guy has nothing on real academics.” A friend sitting in the next desk over looks at me and rolls his eyes. My face, though…

  • Guy Friends

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    Kellie Noshfar
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    My cousin was driving me back to school from visiting her in New Jersey for the weekend. We were somewhere up the Thruway when she said it. “It’s cool that you love your guy friends so much, but what are you going to do later?” Later? I thought. All I had thought about “later” was…

  • Images and Reality

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    Allison Sofer
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    “What classes are you going to today?” My roommate Elizabeth is daubing on her makeup, glancing at me in the mirror.  I’m maneuvering myself through the tiny room, simultaneously getting dressed and stumbling over the rain boots of our third roommate, Michelle. “Uh, French and English,” I respond finally, shucking my pajamas into my laundry…

  • A Dark, Crowded Bar

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    Joshua White
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    Enter the girl I used to see.  Ignoring the caution lights and wild oncoming traffic, I walk towards her with the confidence of James Dean’s last words: “That guy’s gotta stop… He’ll see us.” This will end badly. We’re beyond the age when honesty worked, so I’m being coy.  She’s got a coal-colored dress that…

  • Unlimited Texting, Games Included

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    Suzann Caputo
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    Beep, beep, beep. I awake in my bed, disoriented from a late Friday afternoon nap. I look at my cell phone. A text message from Max glows on the screen. Max 5:49 pm: “Can we hang out tonight? I miss youuu.” What? We rarely speak. Is this one of those generic texts you send out…

  • Group Project

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    Maria Jayne
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    “What do I call her?” Amanda asks. “I think she changed her name again” Emily whispers across the table in the college library. “She shouldn’t be allowed to do that. It’s confusing. Why does she have to be so ballsy?” “Well, what did she write on the project last time?” I ask. “We can just…

  • “I’ll Have the Svedka, Naked”

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    Maria Sullivan
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    The lamp light shines too bright through my eyelids, waking me up before morning. I look over expecting my best friend Mike to be walking to the bathroom. Nope. He’s naked and pacing through the two-room studio apartment, talking on the phone. “Hellah! Hellah! Yeah, yeah, what’s good?”  Mike slurs. “Yeah, Yeah, I know what…