I consider myself a connoisseur of gummies. They have always been my favorite, and I have always been opinionated. One could say that gummy candies have been a consistent presence in my life.

Two summers ago, I was at a bus stop eating candy from a bag. The bus was late by two hours and I found that nervously chugging gummies while reading Dostoyevsky or Hemingway helped me pretend to be calm.…

“If you get the ring to land on the jar in the middle, you get to keep the fifty dollar bill taped to it, see?” Andy hands me a small, red plastic ring. I toss it. It misses. // “It’s called entrapment,” Bud explains, “People can’t help but try it once they see that money.”…

I’ve been thinking a lot about Woody Allen recently—mainly Annie Hall and the relationship artists have with their work. I love Annie Hall. I love the characters; I love the colors; I love Annie. The way Woody Allen builds a sepia-toned world around Annie and Alvy’s intimate understanding of one another is truly masterful.…

Someone that I respect here at OWU told me I was prepared for the real world. I’m not sure I believe them, but through my experience abroad, I’ve learned that I can do it, whatever “it” turns out to be.

I treasure a small notebook with anecdotes written by study abroad friends.…

On the first day of class this semester, my professor asks everyone to stand up and introduce themselves: name, hometown, and year in school. I give an awkward response: “My name is Keegan Lammers, I’m from… here, and I’m a senior… in high school.” Heads turn, eyebrows raise, my professor chuckles, but that’s the end of it.…