downers grove campus life

+ Life: Journals


How many of you were afraid of going to high school? Not me, I couldn’t wait. You have to understand I was a super awkward junior high kid. I was a big time nerd. I spent a lot of time taking apart and repairing anything I could. I also had a hunger for adventure. I spent my summers building elaborate tree forts and exploring the suburban wilderness.


A broken family seems as abnormal as
a robin with no call.
It's a spicy jalapeño pepper
flavorless and dull.

A broken family is as undesired as
a newborn's heart suddenly stopping still.
Or like the sun never rising
over a Tennessee hill.

A broken family sounds as sad as
an owl in the moonlight
or the sharp winter snow in
the gutter, no longer blinding white.


I was in the city, heading to my train when I saw a man standing next to the street begging for money so he could find some place to stay. I stopped, pulled out my manna bag and said here ya go. He said "this is for me?" As I was waiting to cross the street I heard him say, " these are my favorite granola bars!"


In the times in which we live, I believe that recently God has died. Take a minute and read a quote from Frederich Nietzche from his story of "The Madman":

dead | God | love | money

My name is Michael Holloway, I am a senior at Downers Grove South, and rumor has it I am more or less 100 days away from graduating high school.