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Sam Houston State University Announces Fall 2022 President’s List

The students listed on the President’s Honor Roll at Sam Houston State University in Huntsville, Texas, are undergraduates who have achieved a perfect 4.0 grade point average in all work attempted while enrolled in not less than 12 semester hours. The university would like to recognize the following students for earning the honor for the Fall 2022 semester.

The Art of War
The Art of War

The Art of War

The wind was the kind of cold that makes your legs seize up mid step. There you are, walking, barely. Out of nowhere, the gust seems to touch your bones. You want to squat down and hug your knees. Let the cold have your back. But, the structure is just up ahead, so you walk on, saying curse words under your breath and wondering what made you think you could do this. You aren’t alone. There are others suffering your fate: cold, defenseless, without hope. You all gather at the structure, strangers called to a common pilgrimage, searching each other’s faces for answers that won’t come. You aren’t gathering at the base of Mt. Everest. You aren’t waiting for the gun at the Iditarod starting line. You aren’t victims of an avalanche. You’re just a group of people, in January, waiting outside a random old house for an estate sale to open at 9 am.

Jamie
Jamie

Jamie

Yesterday, I was digging through boxes in the garage. The boxes were covered in dust. I found things I didn’t even know I owned. A fondue pot, for instance. Brand new. Just what every man of the modern age needs.

What a Feeling

In 1983, my best friend and I drove clear across the 175 bridge into Mesquite to see Flashdance. Many things would follow that experience. I would cut the necks off all my sweatshirts. I would get a Jennifer Beals perm, which, despite my mother’s insistence, was nothing like the Urban Cowboy perm. I would entertain random urges to learn welding. I would begin my life’s work of wanting to live in an abandoned factory with a pit bull companion. Mostly, though, I would hurt my back. See, the night was eventful. As I left the theater, ripe for a spontaneous dance off as any selfrespecting 15-year-old girl would be, I high kicked in front of my friend’s car. It had rained while we were in the movies. My white Keds sneakers slipped on the oilslicked asphalt, and I fell hard, sliding underneath the trunk of the car like a teenage wicked witch of the 80s east. My wounded pride and tailbone limped into my parent’s bedroom later that night. “Help,” I whimpered. My mom gave me the treatment du jour: a BC Powder, a heating pad for my lower sacrum, and firm instructions to lie flat on my back until further notice. My how back pain treatment times have changed.

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