Rock Kills Kid
My cousin Ryan is a freshman at the University of Mississippi. Unlike most 18-year-olds, he doesn't think I'm clueless. Unlike most 34-year-olds, I'm willing to edit his essays that he has to write for English Composition. It's a real mountaintop moment for me as an editor. Some essays are more interesting to work on than others. I almost got excited yesterday when Ryan sent a text: "Have you ever seen Shawshank Redemption? I have to write an essay about it." Um, yes. I watched it twice in December. I read the original short story by Stephen King last summer. It's my favorite movie of all-time and I still think it got screwed in the Oscars. So when Ryan said his essay was about the theme of hope in the movie, the only challenge for me was to avoid writing the essay for him. I certainly have the time on my hands to do so. There's always hope, I just don't have an abundance of it of late. It's not that I'm jobless. That'd be too easy.