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Whiteypertigormallysburg
The Impulsive Relationship
MySpace Dance
That Night
The End of the Impulsive Relationship
Coach Whit
My Pride and Your Ego
Sophomore Year of College
Fraternity Life (Involvement)
The First Week of Junior Year
The Real First Love
The End of that Year
That Summer
Senior Year Fun
Senior Year Panic
The Girl That Shouldn't Have been
Graduation
The Summer That Never Should Have Been
The First Job...and the end of the beginning
The Rut
The Stories

My life hasn't been defined by drugs or extreme poverty. It hasn't been defined by tragedy or insurmountable sorrow. In truth, my life is average. I went to a decent public high school and a great college, with few objectively tragic experiences.

However, I have learned that the effects that events have on our lives are utterly and deeply personal, affecting us in such a unique and individual way. For example, a death can affect two people in radically different ways. One person may be entirely destroyed by the death of a family member whereas another may be able to overcome that grief relatively quickly.

It's the relativity of the effects of events that I think defines who we are and influences who and what we become.