17 is an interesting age. It is nestled between driving age and adulthood, a prime number that is written using the numbers 1 and 7. You add 1 and 7 together you get 8. If you take the number eight and lay it on its side, you have the symbol of infinity. What does all […]
I turned seventeen in September of my senior year of high school, so the summer I was seventeen was the summer after I graduated from high school. I worked for a day care center that summer, and it was my first job. Well, my first non-babysitting job.
Subtitle: The lyrical journey of a hormone-crazed 17 year old When I was offered the opportunity to submit something to do with the summer I was 17, only the topic of music would do as it defined me at the time. Coincidentally, it happened to be the first summer I found myself penning odes in […]
I didn’t drink, smoke, or experiment with drugs when I was in high school. I didn’t stay out past my curfew; I didn’t even have a curfew. That’s because my adolescent rebellion took place between 9 am and 11 am on Sunday mornings. That’s right; my rebellious teenage phase was that I went to church. […]
Like most people, I hated high school. The spring of 1999 was mostly uneventful. I minded my business the best I could as I served out the rest of my time. I went to prom with some douche from one of the boys’ high schools in the area who I met on the internet back […]
The summer I was seventeen was my first summer of freedom. I signed up to be a resident camp counselor at the girls’ camp where I had camped as a camper for the past six summer, I was SO READY to be on the other side of the camp program.
The summer of 1999 I was preparing to be a senior in high school. I’d listlessly compiled the list of colleges I’d applied to, but my heart wasn’t in it. It was a hot summer, and I had an easy summer job as a receptionist at a dentist’s office. The dread of departure was starting […]
I would never, ever be seventeen again, but what a hoot it was to do once. I wanted to try everything, in my relatively sheltered way. I dyed my hair, I traveled a little by myself (well, to see my very best life friend on the East Coast), I smoked a cigarette, I slept with […]
I sat there drinking cheap, weak coffee in one of our many 24-hour diners, surrounded by the rest of the usual suspects. My car was outside with a flat tire, and I really didn’t care. I’d probably be here until it was light out anyway, that was just how it went on Friday and Saturday […]
Good morning! We have a full menu of pieces ready to go for you today. Many of our writers and a few others wrote some fantastic pieces for the Summer of Seventeen Special Edition of Persephone Magazine. There are some funny stories, some sweet stories, some touching stories, including two by men.
On Thursday, we’re running pieces by most of our regulars and a few friends about the summer each of us was seventeen, and we want to see your stories up here with ours. We’re looking for all kinds of perspectives, from more objective articles about trends, news or pop culture to more personal stories.