Creative non-fiction piece on my experience living with a foreign exchange student and then spending the summer with her family in China.
Last year I had three New Year's Resolutions: 1) Run a marathon, 2) Write a story a season, and 3) Grow my hair out, which essentially meant to power through the awkward stage and not shave off my hair once again. I have literally done a halfway decent job on my aspirations because I ran half a marathon, managed to not cut my hair, and, in the past two days, wrote a longer short story with seasonal stories in it (kind of). Whatever! I'm counting it. Better late than never. Let me know what you think (of the story and not my last minute goal accomplishing habit)!