My Love's Life Charles E. Jeffrey page 1 The Luckiest Man Alive Scott Bickler page 3 How to Survive as an Online Student Jeffrey Harper page 4 The Evil Eye Laura Young page 6 Definition: Essay Jerry Hunter page 7 The Ring Kimberly Murdock page 9 The Wages of Sin- Government's Addiction e to Tobacco Taxes Lisa Meuse page 10 • Life Comes Into Focus Rob Cohen page 13 Doesn't Anyone Wear Red Anymore? Betty Jane Chitty page 14 The Bookmobile Rick Plybon page 15 Editor: Suzanne Hess A publication of: voices 1°.11:eshina itriling Volume 13, Number 1 FLORIDA COMMUNITY COLLEGE AT JACKSONVILLE online at www1.fccj.org/shess My Love's Life By Charles E. Jeffrey When I first saw her, I had no idea what would happen. I had no way of knowing how my life would be forever changed. Her nose was curved upward with an almost elfish tilt, her lashes were long and brought my attention to eyes that were brown with flecks of gold that could only be seen when the light hit them just right. I was young, and for me love always began the same way. It was always physical attraction, and this experience was no different. In that moment her face and figure were all I had to judge her by. These attributes were enough for me to risk rejection and the snide comments of her friends at my self-introduction and nervous conversation. These attributes must have been enough for her, too, because she smiled at me with warmth and an obvious interest in whatever it was I chattered on about. So the modern courtship began. We did all the usual things young people do. We went out for pizza. We drove up the Pacific Coast Highway and stopped at scenic spots to chat and hold hands and kiss. We shared our short life stories and the dreams that we had. Our trust and intimacy grew with every date, and we burned up the late night with phone calls to each other. We met each other's families and friends and developed a trust. No matter what was going on in our separate lives, our relationship required daily communication. Sometimes an hour seemed like a very long time not to see, or at least hear each other. We were in love. , OCR Text: My Love's Life Charles E. Jeffrey page 1 The Luckiest Man Alive Scott Bickler page 3 How to Survive as an Online Student Jeffrey Harper page 4 The Evil Eye Laura Young page 6 Definition: Essay Jerry Hunter page 7 The Ring Kimberly Murdock page 9 The Wages of Sin- Government's Addiction e to Tobacco Taxes Lisa Meuse page 10 • Life Comes Into Focus Rob Cohen page 13 Doesn't Anyone Wear Red Anymore? Betty Jane Chitty page 14 The Bookmobile Rick Plybon page 15 Editor: Suzanne Hess A publication of: voices 1°.11:eshina itriling Volume 13, Number 1 FLORIDA COMMUNITY COLLEGE AT JACKSONVILLE online at www1.fccj.org/shess My Love's Life By Charles E. Jeffrey When I first saw her, I had no idea what would happen. I had no way of knowing how my life would be forever changed. Her nose was curved upward with an almost elfish tilt, her lashes were long and brought my attention to eyes that were brown with flecks of gold that could only be seen when the light hit them just right. I was young, and for me love always began the same way. It was always physical attraction, and this experience was no different. In that moment her face and figure were all I had to judge her by. These attributes were enough for me to risk rejection and the snide comments of her friends at my self-introduction and nervous conversation. These attributes must have been enough for her, too, because she smiled at me with warmth and an obvious interest in whatever it was I chattered on about. So the modern courtship began. We did all the usual things young people do. We went out for pizza. We drove up the Pacific Coast Highway and stopped at scenic spots to chat and hold hands and kiss. We shared our short life stories and the dreams that we had. Our trust and intimacy grew with every date, and we burned up the late night with phone calls to each other. We met each other's families and friends and developed a trust. No matter what was going on in our separate lives, our relationship required daily communication. Sometimes an hour seemed like a very long time not to see, or at least hear each other. We were in love. , Z ArchiveInABox,JAX,Voices of Freshman Writing,Scans,Volume 13,Volume 13 1 Page 1, Volume 13 1 Page 1