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Things tend to go wrong. This is a series of blog posts about the things I think about during those moments when the wrong things happen. I went to the Super Bowl once. It was fourth grade, and Dad got tickets. The Chargers played the 49ers in Miami. The halftime show was a combination of (…)

Things tend to go wrong. This is a series of blog posts about the things I think about during those moments when the wrong things happen. In 2008, I studied abroad in Spain. It wasn’t necessarily the most challenging academic experience of my life. The school where I took classes had palm trees on campus. (…)

Things tend to go wrong. This is a series of blog posts about the things I think about during those moments when the wrong things happen. Two years ago, I was pretty sure I’d just torn something in my knee. I’d gotten these new running shoes that were supposed to encourage me to run on the balls (…)

Things tend to go wrong. This is a series of blog posts about the things I think about during those moments when the wrong things happen. I had Mrs. Buckingham for 10th grade English. I don’t remember that much about her anymore; I do seem to recall that she had white hair, and she was (…)

Things tend to go wrong. This is a series of blog posts about the things I think about during those moments when the wrong things happen. It’s my senior year at school. I’m in a photography class that I need to pass for graduation. The prof hands us a final assignment: A portfolio of seven (…)

Things tend to go wrong. This is a series of blog posts about the things I think about during those moments when the wrong things happen. So it’s January 2008. My alma mater, in their infinite wisdom, has decided to allow me to attend a semester of classes in Alicante, Spain, a little town on (…)

Things tend to go wrong. This is a series of blog posts about the things I think about during those moments when the wrong things happen. My sophomore year of college, I loaded up the Ford Explorer and headed to St. Louis to go watch a football game. I had a giant cooler filled with (…)

Things tend to go wrong. This is the first in a series of blog posts about the things that I think about during those moments when the wrong things happen. I remember the very first time that everything went wrong for me. I think I was in first or second grade. My family was up (…)