The New Beginning


This week started a new semester, a new chance at learning new material.  New and old faces pass us in the hallways, and this is a new beginning for The Cross-Between.  This summer, I worked almost every day.  I didn’t go on vacation, just worked and worked, I didn’t even leave town, except for some training I underwent.

You would think it would be a great time to write, to get a lot out of my head, but it wasn’t. I was always tired from work, I was always stressed over finances, and when I wasn’t tired or stress, I’d go outside with a lighter, and make a bonfire in the fire pit, or go hiking on the AT (Appalachian Trail).

This summer I failed as a writer.

But the summer is over, and now in school, I feel that the rhythm of school and the focus of learning gives me ideas to write about. The rush makes me want to write, and when I write for class, I find ideas within that I could write about here.  I will be writing a lot this year. I have two communication writing classes, one on news writing, the other on editorial. I’ll be writing in the opinion section for the Liberty Champion (the school newspaper), and here, The Cross-Between.  I take The Cross-Between seriously, and even though my summer didn’t show it, this semester is going to be a great time to regurgitate the things I learned this summer.  One thing I learned, make sure when you create a hootch out in the woods during Army training, use a mosquito net along with the ponchos.  Stupid mistake!  I could have enjoyed many more hours of sleep with a mosquito net.

This new beginning to the school year is also part of my long journey to becoming a successful and published writer/journalist.  The next step, is my journalism degree, and after that finding a humanitarian type organization or magazine somewhere around the world that needs a journalist. On this journey, I will have The Cross-Between, and keep writing. This summer was a three month break, but I’m back and will keep this adventure going.

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Doors


I’m in a room full of doors. The room is circular, and all around me are doors. Everyone of them are the same; except one. The one door that differs from the others is shut. Every other door is open, and I hesitate. Every open door leads to a destination that I’ve already visited. The closed door though, is one that looks familiar, but I’ve never been able to actually step through it.  This one door, is made of mohagony wood, and looks brand new.  Unlike the other doors, this one stands out.  Every similar door is molding, rotten, and looks rough. I can’t seem to understand why, during my whole life, I’ve walked through the rotten doors, but haven’t been able to do the same with the mohagony door.  Every time I’ve gone through the molding doors, they all seem to lead right back to the same place; this room.  I mean, that’s how I got here anyways, by taking one of the rotten doors.  So here I am, a room full of doors.  This time I walk up to the mohagony wood, and turn the door handle.  It’s locked, and won’t budge.  I step back towards the center of the room, and right as I am about to choose one of the open doors, I get an idea.  I make my way to the mohagony door, and knock three times.  Firm knocks, I don’t want them to be unheard.  The door opens promptly, and standing there is a man.

“Are you ready now?”  He asks.

“Ready?”  I ask, as if I don’t know what He is talking about.

“Are you ready to start the journey?”

“Yes,” I answer, “yes I would love to take on this journey with you.”

He backs up to let me in.  “Then come on in, there is much for me to show you!”