Breathing heavily and watching my best friend’s hand turn a concerning purple in my own, I was sitting in an airport terminal at the end of my first semester of college. I had never been on a plane, and as I prepared myself to fly home for winter break, I considered my imminent death and the pointlessness of my life as it came to its inevitable close.
Category: McCoy Fall 2014
This category is for posts by students in McCoy’s Fall 2014 Reader and Text: Jean Toomer’s Cane and Intertextualities