To The Piano I Haven't Played For Too Long

To The Piano I Haven't Played For Too Long

It's time to let you play again.

Your mesmerizing eighty-eight keys tempt my reminiscent fingers as I wipe the layer of dust accumulated after all this time. These keys envelop a range of memories from blithe to melancholy, from heartrending to apathetic. As I sit on the bench that hasn’t moved since who knows when, I hear echoes of all the notes and chords you’ve played at my command. I hear the treacherous sounds of a beginner releasing all of her enthusiasm on the ivories. I hear the bleak melodies of an angsty teenager pouring out all her emotions into music. I hear the whimsical experiments of a young woman seeking novelty from the instrument she’s played for years.

You were a chore at times, a playground at others, and now a wealth of nostalgia streaming in my head. I remember the humor of sliding off a bracelet that kept crashing into your mahogany frame, as well as the frustration of every little mistake I just couldn’t fix. There were times I was consumed by transposing all across your keys and moments during which I was fascinated by your pedals. I was captivated by every piece of you that combined to create the most breathtaking sounds I’ve ever had to fortune of hearing.

You’ve become a shelf to piles of sheet music I swore I’d get around to learning and practicing. Those stacks of paper have sadly gone untouched, susceptible to their own coating of dust. Some of the pages contain scratches of my writing in graphite from a pencil that’s long since rolled off the top of one of the piles. Other pages look just as they did when they came hot off the printer. You probably would have loved to play the songs boasted on these sheets, but I never gave you the chance.

You’re just as I left you long ago. I had thought it would seem foreign to sit in front of you, yet it seems just yesterday I had drowned you in the holiday music you sang every year. You welcome me back with forgiveness for all the time that’s passed between our last meeting. You even let me play a few notes, just a few as I get back into the mind of a musician, as I realize I’ve come back home.

You sound like rain after a drought. I suddenly cascade songs down you like a waterfall and I don’t even bother to amend each error my ears sense. I would sit here indefinitely if I were to cater to the perfectionist inside me that wants to address all the flaws I make. As I stumble across another song I haven’t played in years, I think I actually wouldn’t mind staying in this sacred spot for a while. I’m going to keep the melodies flowing until the keys give out.
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College As Told By Junie B. Jones

A tribute to the beloved author Barbara Parks.

The Junie B. Jones series was a big part of my childhood. They were the first chapter books I ever read. On car trips, my mother would entertain my sister and me by purchasing a new Junie B. Jones book and reading it to us. My favorite part about the books then, and still, are how funny they are. Junie B. takes things very literally, and her (mis)adventures are hilarious. A lot of children's authors tend to write for children and parents in their books to keep the attention of both parties. Barbara Park, the author of the Junie B. Jones series, did just that. This is why many things Junie B. said in Kindergarten could be applied to her experiences in college, as shown here.

When Junie B. introduces herself hundreds of times during orientation week:

“My name is Junie B. Jones. The B stands for Beatrice. Except I don't like Beatrice. I just like B and that's all." (Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus, p. 1)

When she goes to her first college career fair:

"Yeah, only guess what? I never even heard of that dumb word careers before. And so I won't know what the heck we're talking about." (Junie B. Jones and her Big Fat Mouth, p. 2)

When she thinks people in class are gossiping about her:

“They whispered to each other for a real long time. Also, they kept looking at me. And they wouldn't even stop." (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 66)

When someone asks her about the library:

“It's where the books are. And guess what? Books are my very favorite things in the whole world!" (Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus, p. 27)

When she doesn't know what she's eating at the caf:

“I peeked inside the bread. I stared and stared for a real long time. 'Cause I didn't actually recognize the meat, that's why. Finally, I ate it anyway. It was tasty...whatever it was." (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 66)

When she gets bored during class:

“I drew a sausage patty on my arm. Only that wasn't even an assignment." (Junie B. Jones Loves Handsome Warren, p. 18)

When she considers dropping out:

“Maybe someday I will just be the Boss of Cookies instead!" (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 76)

When her friends invite her to the lake for Labor Day:

“GOOD NEWS! I CAN COME TO THE LAKE WITH YOU, I BELIEVE!" (Junie B. Jones Smells Something Fishy, p. 17)

When her professor never enters grades on time:

“I rolled my eyes way up to the sky." (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 38)

When her friends won't stop poking her on Facebook:

“Do not poke me one more time, and I mean it." (Junie B. Jones Smells Something Fishy, p. 7)

When she finds out she got a bad test grade:

“Then my eyes got a little bit wet. I wasn't crying, though." (Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus, p. 17)

When she isn't allowed to have a pet on campus but really wants one:


When she has to walk across campus in the dark:

“There's no such thing as monsters. There's no such thing as monsters." (Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed, p. 12)

When her boyfriend breaks her heart:

“I am a bachelorette. A bachelorette is when your boyfriend named Ricardo dumps you at recess. Only I wasn't actually expecting that terrible trouble." (Junie B. Jones Is (almost) a Flower Girl, p. 1)

When she paints her first canvas:

"And painting is the funnest thing I love!" (Junie B. Jones and her Big Fat Mouth, p. 61)

When her sorority takes stacked pictures:

“The biggie kids stand in the back. And the shortie kids stand in the front. I am a shortie kid. Only that is nothing to be ashamed of." (Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed, p. 7)

When she's had enough of the caf's food:

“Want to bake a lemon pie? A lemon pie would be fun, don't you think?" (Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed p. 34)

When she forgets about an exam:

“Speechless is when your mouth can't speech." (Junie B. Jones Loves Handsome Warren, p. 54)

When she finds out she has enough credits to graduate:

“A DIPLOMA! A DIPLOMA! I WILL LOVE A DIPLOMA!" (Junie B. Jones is a Graduation Girl p. 6)

When she gets home from college:

"IT'S ME! IT'S JUNIE B. JONES! I'M HOME FROM MY SCHOOL!" (Junie B. Jones and some Sneaky Peaky Spying p. 20)

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