I didn’t sign up for this! And if he knew that the “winner” had no choice in where they traveled, and for how long, he wouldn’t have submitted my name. Unless he wants me gone.

My flight leaves at 10 tomorrow. I don’t think they’ll literally drag me out but they made it clear that I would be on a plane tomorrow morning. A plane??? I’ve barely even left Rolling Rock - let alone left the ground, in...

I could see his body hurtling to the ground. My parachute, stretched tight against the cloudless sky, occasionally blocked my view of his fall. There was no sound except the wind ripping past my face. Was it the same for him?

This moment, this maybe 45 seconds, seemed to last for many hours. The human hope that he may survive, may somehow make a safe landing, lived in me for those seconds that fe...