Loose Change Jack McQuesten
Expository Writing Professor Halprin Spring, 2014
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Introduction This book is about change. No, not the kind of change you find in your pocket at the end of the day- that would make for a really boring book. This book is about the times in your life when you donâ€™t want to change, but you donâ€™t have a choice; the instances where you canâ€™t pause or go back in time because it just keeps ticking. These times of change can be challenging, exciting, stressful, and more, but they shape our personality and character. They have made us the people we are today, and will make us the people we will become in the future. Every day, we are faced with decisions we have to make; sometimes in a split second, and others we may have months or even years to make. Some of these changes are in our hands, and others are completely out of our control. Every one of these decisions has an impact on how our lives will follow course. What if I chose a different school, or a different major, or a different career path involving the military or some other form of employment? These decisions are big decisions that take a lot of time to make, but each would create a very different path to the future. Changes like these are inevitable in our lives. Without them, we would do the same things over and over again, without ever doing anything different. Changes are what make our lives diverse and interesting, and constantly keep us on our toes. Like tides of the ocean are constantly changing, like the date is constantly changing, like the seasons are constantly changing, we too, are constantly changing.
Loose Change There is no way to take back time or to look into the future. When our lives change, we can’t take it back. We can only think about what the next step will be toward improving our situation. If they are negative, we aim to make them better with out next change; and if they are positive, we aim to do the same. Like the rapper 2Pac said in his song Changes, “That’s just the way it is. Things will never be the same.” Changes, in this sense, are permanent… at least until they change again. *** This story takes you through the changes in my life, along with the changes in the life of Thomas Chatterton Williams. His book, Losing My Cool, is a memoir about growing up and developing into the person he is today. Being half black, Williams always struggled to find his way. He always tried to fit in with his black friends, but at the same time he struggled to fully embrace their culture and way of life. The most obvious moment of reluctance to change in both his story and in my life was in the transition from high school to college, but they were very different changes. Williams embraced the change of scenery, but didn’t want to change himself to be better suited for his future. I didn’t embrace the change of scenery. I was out of my element, didn’t know anyone, and wanted to be back in high school like I was a year earlier. One thing that is constantly changing, especially in your teenage years, is your appearance. The way you appear to others is important because whether they acknowledge it or not, you are constantly judging and being judged by others. In the blink of an eye, you think you already know a lot about people. You think you know about their hygiene, living conditions, income, and even more but in reality, you don’t know anything about them. They might just be having a bad hair day. Or they didn’t have
Loose Change power this morning so they couldn’t take a shower. Even if you try to avoid these judgments, they are still a part of all of us. A big part of the way you appear to someone is your hairstyle. For Williams, he wanted a flat high-top cut to make him look “more black.” He thought that if he looked the part, it would be easier for him to be the part, and built a front that lasted him a long time. For me, I wasn’t trying to fit in… or was I?
Chapter 1: Appearance Throughout my life, I have gone through many different hairstyles. What that means about me, I’m not exactly sure. It could mean that I want to be different, and I don’t want to fit in with the rest of the crowd. It could also mean I like change, or don’t like things to stay constant. Most people find a hairstyle when they are fairly young and stick with it for most, if not the rest, of their lives. Each hairstyle I have gone through shows something about who I am, and how I have changed throughout my life. I have always been the person with the flashy shoes, the florescent yellow shorts, or the yellow cleats that didn’t match any of my teams’ colors at all. I don’t know if that’s because I wanted to stand out, or if I just enjoyed the colors, or maybe it’s a little bit of both. Because I’m red/green colorblind, I have always been attracted to bright colors; so naturally, yellow was my favorite. The color always catches my eye, and when it’s on my feet while I’m playing a sport, I’m sure it catches other people’s eyes as well. When I was young, I used to have curly, blonde hair. My parents and everyone I ever met loved it, and this could be why I wanted to get it cut. My mom would take me shopping with her, and all the older ladies in the stores would want to touch it and pinch my cheeks. I hated it. I’m not sure where I saw it for the first time, but once I saw a buzz cut, I knew that was what I wanted. As it turned out, the buzz cut didn’t help as much as I thought it might because people still wanted to feel my hair because it was “fuzzy,” but I thought that it accomplished my goal. For the next few years, I kept my hair buzzed short. My Dad would cut it with our clippers in the kitchen, and I didn’t have to go visit a
Loose Change hairdresser. This saved some time and money, until I was in the fourth or fifth grade and I wanted to grow my hair out again. I grew my hair out longer and longer, and pretty soon my Dad started telling me how ridiculous it looked. I would wear my hat backwards with my hair flipped out the front, and it was big and bushy around the sides. I thought I was the coolest person around. Looking back, my Dad was right. It looked ridiculous. Up until I was almost in high school, I kept my hair the same way, until I finally decided it was time to get it cut. Back and forth I went, between short hair and longer hair throughout high school. I liked it long, but it was tough to keep under control. I would get it cut shorter and spike up the front until it got too long to stay standing up throughout the day. After that I would either get it cut or find something else to do with it while it grew even longer. My freshman and sophomore years I got a Mohawk cut for hockey during the playoffs. This forced me to cut my hair short and start from scratch again. My junior year, my whole soccer team got Mohawks. When hockey season came around, I didn’t want to get another one. This was when I discovered the hairstyle I have now- the Flow. A new hairstyle was emerging around the NHL. It wasn’t quite bringing back the mullet, but it was close. Guys would grow their hair out longer and slick it back. It would “flow” out the back of their helmets, and I really liked the look. When my senior year came around, I had grown my hair out over the summer, and it was long enough to keep back with a headband. I liked the headband look and it was comfortable, but I seemed to be the only one so that didn’t last too long. I got another Mohawk for soccer, and grew out “the flow” for hockey and I have had it ever since. Some people call it a mullet, and it kind of makes me mad when they do. When I think of a mullet, I think of the Hanson
Loose Change brothers from Slapshot or Jaromir Jagr playing hockey back in the 80s and 90s. My hair isn’t that crazy. It’s flow, not a mullet. My changing hairstyle goes along with my life; it changes. My life has been fairly constant between school and sports every year, but I don’t like to do the same things every day or every weekend. I like to switch things up, go different places, and do things with different people. Routines are good, but it’s also nice to break them and do something different. The same goes for hairstyles. I like to change it up and have something different for a while. I like my hair the way it is now, but it probably won’t be like this forever. I have already made the observation that my hair is thinning out on top, so I could even be bald by the time I’m 30. My Dad always told me that wearing a hat in the house makes you go bald, and I never believed him; looks like he was right again. The next hairstyle I choose, whatever it may be, will show something else about me and start a new chapter of my life.
Chapter 2: Personality and Character Along with physical changes to your appearance, there are many changes that take place in your life that other people may not be able to see. Many aspects of your everyday life are constantly changing, and some of these changes are completely out of your control. You can’t stop some of them, and others are taking place without you even knowing they are happening. These changes directly impact you, and as a result, your personality and character change as well. Personality and character are some of the most important aspects of everyday life. People make assumptions and draw conclusions about you based on how you act and how you respond to certain situations. Saying that we are born with a certain personality isn’t something that really happens. We do, however, pick certain things up from the people we are around most, and act like them in some ways. We also learn a lot about ourselves and who we are, and develop into the people we are meant to be. When it comes to personality and character, they aren’t necessarily something we are just born with; instead, they are something we develop over time. In Williams’ story, he struggled to fit in with both the black and white crowds, and didn’t really know what to do. When he decided to fit with the black crowd, he tried to fit in and be the same in so many ways, but he finally realized that he could both fit in and be his own person at the same time. In my lifetime, I have had some similar experiences with trying to fit in and trying to stand out at the same time, and high school and my summer job really helped me to find who I am.
Loose Change In middle school, I was always trying to fit in with the “cool kids.” It wasn’t hard for me in my school because there were only about 200 kids in the entire school, and 1015 in my class. Being “cool” wasn’t a problem at my school, but I also played three sports and had a lot of friends who went to and were popular at their public schools. I wanted to fit in with them, and that was tougher for me to do when we were around people that they were friends with but I didn’t really know. I grew my hair out long, wore cool shoes and jackets, and did other things to be like them, and Williams did the same types of things in his school experience. Williams wanted to fit in with the black kids at his school. He listened to the same types of music, and looked at the people he saw on BET to see how to “act black.” He knew it wasn’t really the right thing to do, but he couldn’t stop what he was doing and didn’t know any other way. Williams said in the book, “Watching BET felt cheap and even a little wrong on an intuitive level. My parents wouldn’t admire most of what was shown; Pappy (his father) called it minstrelsy- but the men and women in the videos didn’t just contend for my attention, they demanded it, and I obliged them.” (pg. 10).
He looked at the violence they portrayed in music videos and TV shows along with the sexual nature that these people on the TV acted with and thought that was how all black people acted; he thought that was who he should be. He tried in a lot of ways to be like that, but he questioned some of it. He talked about how one morning Ice-T’s “New Jack Hustler” came on and even though he didn’t know what the meaning of the song was or if he even liked the song, he knew that the other boys didn’t question it, and he shouldn’t question it either.
Loose Change I’m a relatively shy person, but if you saw me in my high school or at my summer job, you wouldn’t have the slightest idea that I’m shy. Yes, I am very comfortable in those settings, but there was a time in both of them where I was not. I was a camper at Lotus Lake Camp in Williamstown, VT for ten years, and the summer you are 15, you are a Counselor In Training (CIT) before becoming a Counselor the following summer. As a CIT, you are half counselor and half camper at the same time. Essentially, you learn how to be a counselor by being a camper with more responsibility. When I started my CIT summer, I hated it for the first of eight weeks. I didn’t think I could handle dealing with the young kids all the time, and I would get really frustrated when they didn’t listen. I didn’t really know how to act around the kids, and didn’t know the best ways to get them to listen. I wouldn’t have ever thought about leading a song in front of the whole camp or making a fool of myself to entertain them. I didn’t know what to do. Everyone has always said that Lotus Lake is a place where you can be yourself without worrying about who that person is. It’s a judgment-free place, and all of the campers are happy to be able to be themselves and to make life-long friends. As the summer went on, I became much more comfortable in front of crowds at camp. I would lead songs, take control of group situations, and figured out how I could be myself, be fun, and still be responsible while being in charge of the campers. It was a turning point in finding out who I am, and I think I have the best summer job out of anyone because I get paid to have fun.
Loose Change Entering high school was the same way. I came in as a freshman from a small, private, middle school, and I didn’t know that many people. I knew my friends and teammates from sports, but outside of a select few others, I didn’t really know anyone. There was a senior athlete and captain of all three sports teams he played on, Taylor English, who was easy to look up to because of the way he carried himself. He sort of knew who I was and he knew my older sister, but it always made me feel special when he would say hi to me or make a small conversation with me in the hallway. It made me feel like the “big star” of the school knew who I was, and he respected everyone the same. He didn’t think he was better than everyone else like he easily could have, and it was a really cool thing to see. As the years progressed in high school, I became more comfortable with the teachers, administration, and other students. I played my three sports (soccer, hockey, and baseball) and became more popular as I developed as an athlete and a leader. I always kept in mind what it was like to have Taylor and the rest of the older sports stars talk and interact with me, and I tried my best to do the same for the students in the younger grades. I knew how much it meant to me, and I also knew how much it meant to them. Like my experiences with finding who I am and what I have the potential to do and be, Williams had many of his own experiences with finding out who he is and how he should carry himself. He wanted to fit in with the rest of his black friends, and to do so he had to be “credibly black enough.” Williams talks about his brother not being defended by his friends because he wasn’t “credibly black enough,” and didn’t want to have that same issue. However, he also didn’t want to go through the things he had to in order to build up other peoples’ views of him.
Loose Change When talking about how his brother wasn’t defended, Williams says, “I resolved to avoid that mistake. This meant that there were times when I would have to perform.” (pg. 27). Williams felt like he had to stand up for himself and build up how “black” he was even though he didn’t want to do so. He found himself saying things to people he would never say otherwise, just because he felt he had to build a front to fit other peoples’ stereotypes of him. Instead of proving to people that black stereotypes didn’t apply to him, he decided to roll with them and make himself fit those stereotypes. In this way, Williams tried to make himself fit in instead of standing out. It took a long time for him to realize that he wasn’t a stereotypical black person, and he had the potential to stand out and succeed. Much like it took Williams a while to realize who he really was and be successful at being that person, it took me a while too. From looking at other people around me and seeing how they carried themselves and acted in certain situations, I picked up things that are part of my everyday character and personality. With time, you can realize that some of the things you pick up aren’t the best qualities or characteristics to have, and you try to drop those to make yourself a better person. Like Williams, I, too, figured out who I was and what I wanted to be.
Chapter 3: Reluctant to change With changes in our lives, there is a fair amount of reluctance that comes with it. We don’t always want to change because there are times, for some people more than others, when we like things just the way they are and we want them to stay the same. In these times, we are most likely comfortable with our situations or having too much fun to want to do anything different. We try to fight off the change and push it back as much as we can, but at some point it becomes inevitable that we don’t have a choice. For both Williams and myself, the biggest time of reluctance to change was in the transition to college. These changes took place in very different ways. His change was in growing up and making the decision to better his position to be successful in the future. The change in my life wasn’t about those things at all. My change was the actual change between high school and college. I didn’t like college when I got there. I wanted high school back. At my high school, everybody knew everyone else. With a total of around 800 students, Spaulding High School was a perfect place for me to call home for the best four years of my life. I played three sports, got good grades, was a member in the band and jazz band, on the assembly committee, and knew almost all of the faculty and students. I was involved with a lot, and I was a “big fish” in a fairly “big pond” (for Vermont, anyway). My graduating senior class was around 170 students, and for the most part, we were all friends. We were one of the closest classes ever, and it was sad when the time came for it to come to an end.
Loose Change My transition from middle school to high school was almost seamless, and I figured that college would be about the same, but I soon realized how difficult it was really going to be. It wasn’t in the workload or time management areas that I struggledquite frankly, that was the easiest because I didn’t have much more work and I had a lot more time to complete it- but it was meeting new people that was the biggest challenge for me. Before I left for college, school was back in session at Spaulding. I was one of the last people to leave for college so most of my friends had already left for school, and my others that were still in high school had to go to back for another year. Fall sports had started, and I was going to the scrimmages and games to pass the time. It was almost like I hadn’t left high school at all, and I wanted to stay. When I got to college, I didn’t have any of the connections with people I didn’t really know in high school. When I got to high school, the people I didn’t already know were easy to make connections to. Maybe I knew who their siblings were, or their parents. But at college, things were different. I didn’t have anyone from my hometown or school, and I barely had anyone from my state. I didn’t know or recognize anyone I played against in sports or who I would know through someone else. I went from knowing everyone around me to not knowing anybody, and it was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I didn’t want to leave the high school atmosphere to begin with, and not knowing anyone around me didn’t make it any easier for me to be outside of my comfort zone. When Williams got to college at Georgetown, he didn’t have any problem meeting new people. He kept to himself at the beginning, but quickly made friends with
Loose Change the people around him. They dressed the same, acted the same, listened to the same music, and had many more things in common. It wasn’t a tough atmosphere for him to fit into, and he did it pretty easily. The big change for Williams took place in his sophomore year, and he had fought it off as long as he could. His freshman year, he always hung out with friends, went to parties, and visited other schools. As a result, his grades suffered severely. When the next year came around, Williams realized how much this would impact his future, and he began to see the light of getting better grades. He decided to seek advice from a friend of his who was a seemingly effortless straight-A student. That student’s advice was simple: he told Williams to never miss a class. Williams began to go to all of his classes, and when he was there he would pay complete attention. He also began to dress as if class was work or important meetings when he realized how important his looks were. He shed the baseball caps, basketball jerseys, baggy sweatpants, and unlaced sneakers that he used to wear. “What his (Pappy’s) clothes always said to me is that Pappy was a man. What the clothes my friends and I wore… [said] was that we had not yet grown up.” (pg. 139). Williams realized the importance of first impressions on people along with the role clothing played in that impression. Changing the way he dressed was an integral part of him finding his way out of the crowd, and becoming the person he was always meant to be. When I meet new people, some of them make fun of the fact that I’m from Vermont. It doesn’t really bother me, but it is weird to think that some people don’t even know where it is. “Vermont?” some people ask seriously, “what state is that in?” Well, Vermont happens to be its own state, and one of the best states to live in. It’s the place
Loose Change where all you Massholes come on the weekends to go skiing; the place you all crowd into in the fall and spring to see the beautiful foliage and in the spring when you go visit the sugarhouses that make the best maple syrup in the World. It’s the place people love to be, and the place I’m proud to call home. What do I do on weekends in Vermont where there is “nothing to do?” I go to my camp; the camp with no electricity or cell service in the middle of nowhere where we go for hikes, shoot guns, and go fishing; the place where I wear Muck brand boots and Carhartt pants with my camouflage shirts and sweatshirts. The same place that I drive into over Class 4 roads that aren’t maintained by the state and miss every single pothole in them; and get my car so muddy that it’s the dirtiest one by far in the parking lot at school, a feat I’m very proud of. Do these things make me a “redneck?” No. There are people out there that are far more redneck than me. These things do, however, make me a Vermonter. The step from high school to college impacted Williams’ life and my life, but in very different ways. We both didn’t want to change, but neither one of us really had a choice. Completely changing my everyday environment wasn’t an easy thing to do, but I know I have changed for the better because of it. I am comfortable meeting new people and doing new things, but I am just as happy, if not happier, to fall back into my high school atmosphere at home with my friends. I have met some great friends who share the same interests as me (mostly sports), and can only look forward to meeting more in the next three years.
Chapter 4: Judging Yourself Meeting new people and going different places are big changes, but what about the changes you make when you meet those people; the changes you make to fit in? We all want to be accepted by a group, and to do so we feel like we need to do the same things they do. When it comes to trying to fit in, we will change our schedules, our appearance, our hobbies, and the rest of our live to try to be the same as the people around us. Sometimes this can have a negative impact, and other times it can be a positive change in our lives. Growing up, one of the toughest decisions everyone has to make is the decision on which group you want to be a part of. There are the “cool kids” and “outcasts,” the athletes and the non-athletes, the music, art and drama kids, and more. Based on the activities you enjoy, you will fall into one of these categories and be similar to the people around you. You will try to be like the people around you in every way. Williams had this struggle when he had to choose between the “cool kids” and a life of hard work and studies that his father wanted him to live. He always wanted to go the way of his father, but struggled to escape from the crowd. His story is a good example of a way out of the crowd. Growing up half-black, Williams and his brother, Clarence, weren’t white to other people; they were black. “We were taught from the moment we could understand spoken words that we would be treated by whites as though we were black whether we liked it or not…” (pg. 5). This being the case, Williams quickly fell into the world of Hip-Hop and
Loose Change Black Entertainment Television when he finally learned what they were. His friends were into the culture and music, so why wouldn’t he be, too? Although Williams embraced the culture, he was different in doing so than many of his friends. They took the music and characters of these performers at face value, and tried to be like them in every way they could, but for Williams it was different. He was never fully comfortable with completely embracing the Hip-Hop culture. Even when he was trying to fit in, Williams was still making judgments about the people he looked up to. When Williams was at his locker one day at school, several classmates were celebrating the anniversary of the death of rapper Biggie Smalls. He was trying to fit in with these people, yet he talks about how much it bothered him that these people couldn’t tell you when famous blacks throughout history were born, died, or lived. “Here we were, a bunch of young black private-school kids, not wealthy but also not poor, who were unable to identify the year (the decade?) that W.E.B. Du Bois or Thurgood Marshall died, and could not say for certain the date of Martin Luther King’s birth without the aid of a calendarand this only because it was a day off from school- yet here we were, serious as cancer when it came to sanctifying things like the anniversary of “the assassination of Biggie Smalls.” (pg. 37)
These important historical figures, who they should’ve known about without having any trouble recalling from memory, were people they didn’t have any idea about. This mentality was so backwards to Williams that he couldn’t understand how the people around him, so entranced in their Hip-Hop culture, thought the way that they did. Williams wanted to fit in with his friends at school, but he also wanted to follow his father in the ways of studying, reading, and gaining knowledge. This was hard for him because he couldn’t quite figure out how to balance between to the two extremes, and, as 19
Loose Change much as he wanted to be like his father, Williams found it tough to see things from his father’s perspective. Williams’ father- Pappy, as his family called him- grew up in the Jim Crow South and had to go through many things William’s didn’t. He had to hide the fact that he could read, although he read in secret all the time; he had a job application ripped up in front of his face because he was black; he had to deal with dozens of instances in which racism played a large role; and he had to fight for Civil Rights- all things Williams, himself, didn’t have to deal with. Sure, there were instances of racism throughout Williams’ life, but none of them were as significant or meaningful as what Pappy had to go through. Because Williams never had to go through the things his father did, he found it challenging to fully embrace the person his father wanted him to be. He knew where his studies could get him and how important it was that he be successful, but he felt like the freedom he was given, the freedom he was born with because of Civil Rights, was like an unexpected present from someone for no reason at all. He almost felt that he didn’t deserve these same freedoms his father, and hundreds of others, had to work for. This made it hard for him to see how important his schoolwork and good grades were to his success in the future, and easier for him to fall into the facade of “keeping it real.” “Keeping it real” was something all of Williams’ friends tried their hardest to do, and naturally, Williams did as well. They listened to Hip-Hop and rap, memorized all the lyrics, dressed in baggy clothes many sizes too large, wore expensive necklaces and watches, and treated people the ways their role models did. Most of these rappers didn’t even live the lives they portrayed, but it was the only way Williams and his friends knew.
Loose Change When Williams got to college, all he wanted to do was fit in with the friends he made. They would go to parties, hang out, and visit other schools, but in doing so, Williams neglected his classes and schoolwork, and his grades suffered severely as a result. He changed his ways, went to class, did his work, and dressed more professionally- like an adult. It was a big change for Williams and led to another big change when he changed majors. Williams realized how important reading would be in his life in his sophomore year of college; he finally learned the lesson that Pappy was trying to teach him all along. When he was enrolled in an ethics class, Williams began to read the philosophy books his father was always trying to get him to read, and learned, through the reading, how much of an impact the books had on Pappy’s life. Many of the sayings Pappy had were ones Williams found in the books. He realized that his father had adopted bits and pieces of several different philosophers and adopted them into his own character. These sayings Pappy had weren’t even his at all. They were all taken from the books he read and applied to his everyday life. Soon after the ethics class and learning to like reading the books, Williams switched his major from economics to philosophy. The dreams of working on Wall Street and making millions, Williams realized, weren’t really a reality. A career as a philosopher wouldn’t be nearly as lucrative, but it was something he fully enjoyed. Williams said, “What I liked most was that we were not being told to think anything; rather, we were being prodded to think something.” (pg. 147). He found that the way philosophy operated was the exact opposite of the Hip-Hop culture he had lived in since middle school. While Hip-Hop was all about the surface of things such as possessions, appearances, and
Loose Change reactions, what Williams loved about philosophy was that it was all about looking into deeper meanings beyond the surface. By the end of college, Williams finally figured out how to be the person he always was- the same person his father always wanted him to be. He found which group was right for him, and kept most of his friends while losing others in the process. In finding his path, Williams was judgmental of himself and the people around him, and through his story we, too, can escape from the crowd.
Conclusion Changes are constantly taking place all around us. Some of these we see, and others we don’t. Some of them are in our control, and others are out of it. Some of these changes affect us more directly than others, but together they all play a large role in our lives. It is this constant change that keeps us looking at the future, wondering what it has in store for us. In the blink of an eye, our lives can be changed forever. We never know what is going to happen next. Williams’ story shows us how change can become a positive part of our lives and really help us to move forward. We can all connect so some aspect of his story, and learn from what he went through. Even though you may not want change, you also may not have a choice. In these times, we need to embrace the change and make the best of it instead of trying to fight it off. Change is inevitable, and we can’t keep it back. Williams was able to escape from the crowd and become a better person through his changes, and he is a great example of how change is a constant in our lives. All throughout his story, Williams was changing and was constantly trying to figure out where these changes would lead him. He didn’t know where the final destination was, but he made the best of the changes and followed them to becoming a philosopher. Like Williams, I was able to find my way through changes as well. I didn’t embrace them as much as Williams did, but I rolled with the punches without trying to make a big deal out of my reluctance. I didn’t necessarily want to change, but I knew that I couldn’t decide if I wanted to change or not, I could only decide how it was going to go.
Loose Change Changes are what make us who we are. They make us meet different people, go different places, and experience new things. They will forever be present in our lives, and if we don’t embrace them, they will get the better of us. We can wish things were different for as long as we want to, but we can’t go back in time to make them different. Changes are what make us, us. Just like we can’t take back time, we can’t take back change. The times when we don’t want to change and don’t have an option are what build our character and shape our personality. They make us who we are, and they make all of our lives different. Change is a constant in all of our lives, and without it, our lives would all be the same.
About The Author Jack McQuesten is a self-proclaimed â€œsports geekâ€? first, and author second... maybe third. Currently a student at Nichols College in Dudley, Massachusetts, he studies sports management along with competing with the Nichols Track & Field team. The Barre, Vermont native spends his time playing and watching sports along with enjoying the great VT outdoors. He lives at home with his sister, his two parents, and his best friend- his dog, Ramsey. After this wonderful book, he plans to retire from his career as an author and pursue a career in sports management.