MEMOIR:

FALL 2004:

A Satisfying Newbury Lunch
When It Felt Like Home

SPRING 2003:

The Big Boys
The Fine Art of Urination and Defecation Al Fresco
The Golden City
Inside Looking Out
Roxbury
The Soup Game

FALL 2002:

All the Hearts
Footsteps

SUMMER 2002:

Being Family

SPRING 2002:

An Alternative to the Common Use of Forks
Memoir Lead
Two Weeks in New Mexico
Untitled
Zeroes

FALL 2001:

The Anti-Valentine's Girls
Play

SPRING 2001:

Amour de Soi
The Day Music Let Me Go
The Force
Lucky Me, I'm Gifted
My Green Canyon
A Painful Passion
Point of Departure
Sail the Sea
Smile and Nod

FILM REVIEWS:

FALL 2004:

Lola Takes Us For the Sprint of Our Lives

FALL 2002:

Arlington Road: A Thriller with Thought
A Big Fat Fairytale Wedding
Border Patrol: The War Against Drugs Continues
Not the Stereotypical Shoot 'em Up Gangster Flick
Punch Drunk Love

SPRING 2002:

The Complexity of Artificial Intelligence
Monster's Ball
Monster's Redemption
Royalty Runs in the Family

FALL 2001:

A Hard Day's Night: A Rock 'n' Roll Joyride That Never Runs Out of Steam
Too Many Potholes in Riding in Cars with Boys

SPRING 2001:

Requiem's Melody Lingers
New-and-Improved Horror

FEATURES & PROFILES:

FALL 2002:

In The End, Everything is Crystal Clear
A Match for Success
They Will Follow Him
A Very Bostonian Hotel
What's an A?

READINGS:

The CO201 program hosts special Coffee House Readings periodically throughout each semester. These stories have each been selected by 201 professors for reading.

SPRING 2002:

Death and Board Games
Luxembourg
Resurrection of a Ghost
The Tool Man

FALL 2001:

Bits of Daylight
Leona's House
This is Spinal Tap: No Need for Painkillers
The Toad and the Giant

SPRING 2001:

The Movies
Solving the Equation: The Trials and Triumphs of International Adoption
Yaglafant

ESSAYS:

FALL 2002:

Her Face is Red
Smoking a Cigarette
Stories and Lies
Sumit Ganguly: He, She & It

PROPOSALS:

Proposals are group projects in which 201 students propose and create an ad for a non-profit organization or cause.

SPRING 2002:

Christian Solidarity International

CONTEST WINNERS:

SPRING 2005:

Colorado Peaks and Iraqi Deserts: A Paramedic's Story
The Consequences of Drunk Driving
America, Open Your Eyes

SPRING 2004:

A Fine Balance: The Life of an Islamic Teenager
A Genetic Link to Identity: Dr. Bruce Jackson and The Roots Project
Rebel With a Cause

COFFEE HOUSE READINGS:

FALL 2004:

The Amah’s Revenge
Circle in the Sand
It’s How I Walk
School Bus

SPRING 2002:

Death and Board Games
Luxembourg
Resurrection of a Ghost
The Tool Man

FALL 2001:

Bits of Daylight
Leona's House
This is Spinal Tap: No Need for Painkillers
The Toad and the Giant

SPRING 2001:

The Movies
Solving the Equation: The Trials and Triumphs of International Adoption
Yaglafant

THE TOAD AND THE GIANT

BY JULIA REGAN

My feud with Katie Ball started on the morning bus to school. She had rudely taken my designated place next to my one friend Margaret O'Reilly. Everyday I sat in the green comfort of the front seat on the way to St. Patrick's School, until the fateful day when the bus driver changed the route on me. It was now Katie who got on the bus first and could sit with Margaret. From that day forward, Katie Ball and I were sworn enemies.

Katie Ball stood a large girl with thick round cheeks that stuck out of her face like two swollen fruits and hid her tiny black eyes. Her overzealous mother always put her stringy white blond hair into two perfect pigtails in the same yellow hair ties. The hair ties matched our school uniform, which consisted of a green and yellow plaid skirt and white oxford. Katie's skirt stretched tight around her wide waist and the pleats disappeared on her large hips. She existed a Goliath for a 7-year-old. Truly a giant. Her feet rounded her leather Mary Janes and her knees sat fat dough hanging over emerald knee socks. Katie Ball remained an intimidating girl, a tyrant on the bus.

Every day, Katie Ball threatened the sanctity of Bus AJ. She stole lunches, she ripped notebooks, and she stuck gum on the back of the seats. She was the source of a popular rumor that because my last name was Regan, I was the wife to President Reagan. The rumor culminated when Katie Ball led the chorus of high pitched voices in a classic rendition of "Julie and Ronald sitting in a tree." The event left me with nightmares replaying the tune in my head for many nights to come. The reign of terror that Katie Ball imparted on our small school bus surpassed any I had ever, or would ever, know. I knew that there would be a time when she would have to be stopped.

Recess time at the St. Patrick's School in Smithtown involved an existing playground that was too small for all of the children to play on. The other options for playtime included picking daisies from the barren uncut soccer field, and playing on the black tar of the parking lot. For most kids, nothing could beat playing in between the cars of the back parking lot next to the convent. The lot served as an ideal place for countless games of kickball and hopscotch.

During one of the recesses in the lot, I had made a point to go behind the shrubbery of the convent in an attempt to find a suitable clubhouse. During this venture, I noticed backed against a wall in the far corner between the convent and the steps a hideously squat toad. I stooped down to investigate the creature and carefully picked up the obese amphibian with both of my hands. The mass of warty flesh hung limp out of my fingers with his gray legs dangling behind my thumbs. The animal seemed to have no problem as I brought him out into the sunlight of the schoolyard.

"Julie Regan is gross," Katie Ball pointed. "Look at her holding that frog. What are you, a princess?"

"No--, " I started.

I looked at Katie Ball. I looked into her tiny eyes hidden behind peachy cheeks. I had taken her bullying for too long. It was time to fight. It was time.

"Do you want to touch the frog, Katie?" I asked innocently clutching the bulbous animal tightly. "Do you want to kiss it?"

The giant screamed shrilly. A flow of hot adrenaline pumped through me and as the colossal girl started to walk away, my little legs followed. Katie's steps grew faster and right behind her I followed with the dumb animal.

Katie was running and so was I. By this time, a crowd had gathered and was trying to catch up to see the outcome of the chase. I was running. Running blindly holding the toad in front of me, I felt the leathery skin course and bumpy in my small hands. I heard the dreamlike chants and shouts of the children behind me.

Finally, I had her. Katie Ball, the terror of bus AJ, was up against a large oak quivering in fear. A smile curled onto my face as I stepped towards her. She cringed at every step I advanced closer. She closed her eyes and strained her neck in vain. I had her and there was nothing she could do about it. Holding the toad firmly, I pressed the blob up to her mouth and into her lips. The creature squirmed out of my anxious fingers but not before Katie Ball had kissed the frog for thirty beautiful seconds.

Katie screamed and spat as she ran to the lunch monitor's side. The spectators watched in silence, unable to comprehend what had just occurred. As I was led away, I watched the toad crawl to the safety of the convent bushes. He was free. I opened the door to Sister Muriel's office and smiled. I was too.