kaleigh nye
Stories (7/0)
All Of The Reasons I can't
I am going to let you guys in on probably the worst kept secret of my immediate family. This secret is, we are all absolutely horrific at math. I am pretty sure my father cried harder at doing math flash-cards with me than I did, and I could have probably filled a small lake with tears over math alone. It was so bad that growing up the one and only time I cheated on anything, was to use the answers in the back of the book on my math homework in seventh grade. Now you might be saying oh that’s obvious to get like an a hundred or a good grade right, no. See the book only had half the answers there, the odds. So I used the answers in the back of the book, so that I could get fifties on my homework rather than 20s or 30s. That is how bad at math, I am.
By kaleigh nye3 years ago in Education
Hazy Dreams
Hazy Dreams He is beating me with his little fists, and he is screaming, and his neck is drawing back, with his mouth wide open, and the yelling is so loud, it’s hurting my ears. My hands are up, as I sit on the couch, and I catch his little body each time he crashes into me. His eyes are light, and dark, and his blonde hair is sticking up, and also, curled in, and also, sticking straight out. His hands are clean, but the toy hes had in his mouth is not, and it get slobber on me, I try to redirect him, but right now, I am an easy target. He gets up on the couch, stands at his full height, and prepares to body slam me, wrestler style. I catch him, and in a low voice begin to sing. “Amazing grace how sweet the sound,”
By kaleigh nye4 years ago in Families
The Waffle Tug-o-war
Do you ever feel so hungry that no matter what you eat, there is no way you could get full? That’s what I’m trying to fight to lose weight. My family is going through enormous stress. My grandmother who lives at a minimum of a three-hour flight away is extremely sick. My dad left yesterday to be down there. It is me, my three siblings beneath me, and my mom.
By kaleigh nye4 years ago in Longevity
What I'm Learning from a Staircase
The night before last night, I sat with my dad out on our back deck. It’s an old deck, but it has many memories, and often when things are hard, it’s where we find ourselves. This past weekend my dad and my brother built a shade cover type thing and attached Edison lights to it. It looks beautiful, its all-golden light, with none of the smoke of the previous lights which were tiki torches. The house rests behind the deck, and while we sat at the cast iron table, him with a beer, me without, we talked about a past I don’t remember. It’s the story of our house, my grandma Marie, and her husband Bill bought this house in the early days of their marriage. They had a ship’s toilet in the basement, and the master bedroom was down a long hall and to the right. I can almost imagine what it looked like back then.
By kaleigh nye4 years ago in Humans
I Want To Talk About Being Fat
I am Overweight. Nearingthe obesity line. Etc. I want to say I’m terrified of being fat. Everything about it scares me. Every time I fit into a size medium, my heart flutters. I hate that most things I wear are now double XLs. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.
By kaleigh nye4 years ago in Longevity
I Can't Breathe In The Milk Isle
His shirt is sitting on a pile of boxes, which is on top of another pile of blankets. It has been with me for months, since he and I went to a red light party in Brooklyn, back when that was a thing you could do, before over 1,500 people were dead in our state alone, back before this month, which honestly feels like a year. He tells me he is in the hospital; he is the second person I know to have it, and he could die. I picture his body, the times when we have gone out to eat, and he had eaten piles of pancakes, a whole Chili’s sampler by himself. I’m not skinny, but he is different. It never bothered me, until this moment, where my too vivid writers mind can picture him, his short black hair, his face underneath an oxygen mask, the blue too thin blanket over his too big body. And it makes me sick to my core.
By kaleigh nye4 years ago in Motivation
Racism at Sixteen
When I was seventeen, I got a job as a lifeguard on route ten, at an indoor amusement park and outdoor waterpark. It was beautiful, all brand new, and it was way larger of an operation then I had ever been apart of with at least a hundred workers on just the outdoor area. It’s important to say that it was on route ten, because route ten is the only place in our town where the bus comes. It’s a major highway, with places like AMC, Chilies, and many others, and people from poor neighborhoods and cities take this bus, and many of them work at places one can walk too, on route ten.
By kaleigh nye4 years ago in The Swamp