Field Tripping

Field Tripping By Kate Drabinski
Field Tripping: Shenandoah Reduxing

I love Labor Day, and not just for the three-day weekend that at this point in my life I'm finally blessed to get. Not everybody gets Labor Day off, as evidenced by the many laboring to sell us last-minute groceries, gas, fast food, and all the other sundries those with days off threw money at on that Monday.

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Field Tripping: Summer Vacationing

It's summertime, and that's the time that every family packs up and heads to the national park/beach/grandma's house, at least according to my Facebook, TV, and the cost of flying anywhere. My twin sister's summer vacation took her to the Philippines for three weeks, a 12-hour time difference that had her living in the future. It was unsettling.

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Field Tripping: Cryotheraping

My dad was really proud of how little he gave my siblings and I when we headed off to college. "All I got was a carton of cigarettes and 50 bucks," he'd chuckle, "and I made it!" I rolled my eyes at that talk, but it was what it was, and I got by pretty fine on my own with the help of a work study job, cash from my mom, and a yearly scholarship from my grandpa's American Legion branch.

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Field Tripping: Baltimore-Linking

I don't own a car. I didn't even learn to drive until I was 30. I mostly ride my bike to get around, but I also need public transit, and I love it. Public transit shows you parts of the city you'd never see inside your car and throws you into crowds of people you might not otherwise meet.

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Field Tripping: Pride Parading

It's that Pride time of year again, a whole month celebrating The Gays and our insistence that we're here, we're queer, and you should probably be getting used to it by now. I've been celebrating this month since I came out to my friend Liz over a bottle of Boone's Farm in the beginning weeks of my second year of college back in 1994, and you know what? I'm still absolutely thrilled to be a lesbian.

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Field Tripping: Prom-ing

This May marks the end of my first decade as a full-time college teacher. I've been moving in school calendars for virtually all of my 41 years, minus the first few before kindergarten and two eventful years between college and graduate school; I'm basically in the 35th grade this year.

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