A short story I have written, examining one of the major social problems in the US:
Looking back on that rather tumultuous time, what I remember the most is not the classes, but the lessons taught to me outside of the classroom. Never found on any syllabus, never discussed in polite company, but a very real conflict raging all around me.
As a young freshman, barely a week past my eighteenth birthday, I was so excited to start classes at the large university nestled firmly in the “Bible belt” of the United States. I was still a bit jet-lagged after my long flight; still more than a little intimidated by this new country to which I have journeyed, but eager and excited…more
