ByErin Wisti

Erin Wisti is a senior editor at Entropy Magazine and recently received her MFA in nonfiction from Columbia College Chicago. Her work has been previously published in The Chicago Literati, Ampersand Review, and other places. She is working on an upcoming web series that explores how modern technology helps, not hinders, the fostering of intimate relationships. She also does a Vince Vaughn impression that people either find hilarious or incredibly off-putting, and currently resides in Chicago. She tweets @hartisbetter.

  1. The first time it happened, maybe, was sixth grade. I had missed the bus and it was raining, a prickly mid-March storm where the rain is semi-frozen without quite being sleet. I was waiting in the parking lot instead of my middle school’s lobby because I felt, by virtue of having carelessly missed the bus, I deserved the pain of half-ice slapping against my skin. My back was pressed against the red brick wall of…