Personal Essay

I’ll Just Burn Brighter

Sometimes a song (or two) is all we have

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When I got the call, I was standing on the school shuttle, hand tied up in the strap overhead to keep myself from catapulting into the student in front of me. My backpack was light that day, I had only one afternoon class — a collaborative poetry experiment — and was puttering to campus early to meet up…