Friday, May 31, 2019
Shower Thoughts by Nick Furnari
Inspiration and creativity are the rarest elements on Earth, especially in today's day in age. There is nothing new under the sun. Although, anything can start with just one idea, one idea to build off of and grow. Therefore I have made a list of shower thoughts that can hopefully inspire you and me to think more creatively now, and in the future. If you haven't heard of them before, shower thoughts are just like cool and odd thoughts that get you thinking, I thought that it could be a way to get some creative juices flowing, the gateway to great ideas. I will be able to return to this list if I ever need an idea for a writing prompt, a video, or just something new, and hopefully you can too. So without further ado, here is my list of as many shower thoughts that I could find, or think of that could, with luck, inspire some ideas. Enjoy.
1. "Darkness defines the light" The stars can't shine without darkness. It is only the darkness that gives the light its value. Everyone experiences darkness, but it is the darkness that makes light a reality.
2. "Earth is purgatory/limbo" Everybody has heard of Heaven, the perfect utopia beyond the clouds, and Hell, the fiery pit of torment far below. But what about purgatory? Some people don't believe in purgatory and some people aren't religious nevertheless, what if purgatory is Earth? The mortal life, testing you to achieve your final destination. The perfect middle between heaven and hell. Each is given one chance, a life with highs and lows, and forced to maneuver through it in order to determine your place after...
3. "2 villains attacking 1 hero is bullying, but 2 heroes attacking 1 villain is teamwork" This thought really got me thinking about perspective, and how there are two sides to every story. This also supports why we root for the bad guys if they are the ones we follow and understand. For example in the show, Breaking Bad, Walter White is a criminal and yet we are rooting for him the whole time as he is the character that the show focuses on. It is so easy to get caught up in the side you are being shown and hard to look at the situation in the full picture some times.
4. "At some point in time, someone must have been wrongly accused by poisoning a royal, because of a food tester with allergies." I just saw this, and I thought this could be a really interesting idea for a creative writing prompt.
5. "Being an adult is when your friends come over and you hang out in the living room rather than your bedroom." This reminded me that adults are just big kids, they are the same as us and we have more relatable experiences then we think. They were in our position once, and we will be in their's in the future.
6. "The brain named itself." I though this was a cool fact, and I wanted to share it. I don't know if this could help to inspire an idea but I thought it was cool nonetheless. Maybe this thought can get you thinking more about our own brains, how our intelligence is the biggest factor separating us from other animals. Our higher level emotions, and functions, created moral standards for society, and made mankind prosper above all other living things.
7. "What if the brain is a parasite controlling our bodies." The previous thought made me think of this one, I believe this concept has the potential to be the focus of a science fiction novel or film. What do you think?
8. If the gradual erosion of telomeres could be prevented, is eternal life a possibility?" You need to know a little bit about biology for this one, but this could be another cool concept for science fiction.
There are plenty of other shower thoughts out there, hopefully you can use them to get inspired to start something new, build off an idea, or use them as a concept for a prompt. I hope these thoughts got your creative juices flowing and if you have any shower thoughts of your own, please comment! I'd love to read them.
Apparition by Ula Bitinaitis
Apparition by Ula Bitinaitis
I was baffled by how Mary Shelley's Frankenstein was birthed from a ghost story contest. My friends and I wanted to do the same. Me, taking it too seriously, had ideas floating around for a while. This is the culmination of what I came up with. (I think I can consider myself the winner because no one else made one. Hah!)
An apparition had come to my vision. It was as if my slow breaths and stirring senses of balance had galvanized the underworld.
The graveyard was quiet, and the sky was stained a velvet blue, dim and gray, the moon forgot to collect it when escaping the morning. I didn’t recall my purpose for coming. It wasn’t necessary; we often use our dreamlike trances as excuses for following the flow, a sickly slow river that we stick our hands, our bodies in, floating with dark murk, the water’s edge cupping our lazy bodies. But I would’ve liked to see someone; this graveyard is cold, and I longed to sit still in the water.
Its entirety was white, a violent, reflective white, a foe against any cream or milk. Its feet were planted on the dirt, and its color was reflective on the gritty dirt, endlessly stamped with the soles of grieving loved ones, the soil that drank the remains of the dead. It, she, looked through me, and I could feel my veins rushing; no longer did I make myself move, for if I breathed, I was sure the last of my soul would be carried in the vapor of the cold air. If it were anyone else, I would strain to look closer, but I was no life worthy of shifting in her presence.
Just as the thought came to my mind, it moved, and when it did, it was slow and methodical, lacking the life of water but holding her logic. She had long, straight hair, and it mimicked her when she strode, lifeless and rhythmic.
My hair is different, I noticed. It is curly, black and thick, and it coils lively down my chest and back. I’m known for it, the corkscrew ringlets that shifted along with me in my dreamy, drunken balance, a common conversation starter among strangers. But ghosts prefer to touch; in an instant, her white hand lifted, taking part of my hair in her delicate fingers. She stared blankly, and I felt my scalp raise, exhilarated by the wraith’s interest as if I was somehow worthy to be acknowledged by such an entity, and I knew then that she was my god. The lock pooled in her hand, a puddle of ink against her violently white skin, and I feared she would stain herself. I wondered if I should stop her. She shifted her fingers against it in her palm, and I was vexed by how close her hand was to my freezing skin. Was this divine intervention? A punishment, or reward for my life’s fulfillment? I can’t remember yesterday, last year, this moment, and I’m okay with it. Dreamy states always seem to hold the most vivid, real experiences, ones that lacked any truth. I wonder if all servants long to kiss their master’s shoes.
She bent over to my neck, and I felt her eyelashes press on my soft chin, my nerves spasming underneath in response to her touch, My cold cheeks bloomed red flowers. She had no breath, and she instead emitted an aura akin to the stone's frost in winter, the feeling of the first downpour of rain, the moment before a glass shatters, a cold finger against the film of an eye. She stopped when my mind became blank with euphoria. I felt guilty. I shouldn't be moving. My blood didn’t deserve to flow in her presence.
And thus, quickly, thin lips parted to reveal the touch of jagged teeth. As if the yard had been struck by lightning, I saw nothing but white, slick hotness began flooding below my chin, and I hadn’t noticed I hit the ground. Bury me here, or bury me in a creek where I can lie, the water that cupped my skin, because the kiss of the paranormal can’t burn there, and I would love to try again, to relive her touch, but a cold fire is setting me aflame. Is it a privilege to see the face of your predator? I've seen the spasms a mouse reacts with before resting to the venom of the snake, its glossy eyes aching to see it’s killer, why did I ache to see her, her unhinged jaw and stained fangs? I looked around for her, the side of my face scratched with gritty dirt, thawing as red flowers revived the lifeless earth, carrying my black hair down its stream, my eyes spasming. A smile broke on my lips; how lovely can it be when you're left alone with your thoughts.
Game Review: Overwatch By: Zachary Merold
In case you couldn't tell from some of my other blog posts, I am quite interested in video games and greatly enjoy playing them in my free time. One of the games I think I have had the most fun playing is Overwatch. For those who don't know, which is probably most of you, Overwatch is a first person shooter in which games are played in three different main forms: taking control of a certain area and defending it, moving and defending a payload, and then a combination of the two where once the area has been captured the payload is released. The games are played 6 vs 6 and team compositions generally consist of two healer/support heroes, two tank heroes, and two heroes responsible for damage output. This game can be played competitively or casually and there are many fun alternative game modes and maps to play as well. The game itself doesn't have many story modes to play, but their is a lot of lore surrounding the characters. In order to get the best experience playing this game, you really have to have a friend fighting alongside you too share the fun. While this game used to be pretty well balanced in terms of no one hero was too powerful, now I am simply frustrated with the Overwatch developers refusal to fix old heroes and moving on to release new ones. For example, the newest hero, Baptiste, has an ability called Immortality Field, in which he throws out this little drone that has an area of effect preventing teammates from taking damage once they drop to a certain percentage of their total health. So if someone were to deal 300 damage to an enemy player with 200 health while they were in this Immortality Field, that person would not be able to be killed until either leaving the field or until the drone creating the field was destroyed. I with the Overwatch team would find some way to balance this ability because Baptiste otherwise is a great support hero with some other great capabilities.
This is an image of the Baptiste deploying his Immortality Field with a couple teammates to protect them from the explosive tire heading their way (which would normally be able to eliminate all three of the shown heroes).
This is an image of the Baptiste deploying his Immortality Field with a couple teammates to protect them from the explosive tire heading their way (which would normally be able to eliminate all three of the shown heroes).
My First Job By: Lauren Matus
My 1st Day |
It came time for the interview and I wanted to dress to impress so I wore my blazer with my dressy pants, flats, and my hair pulled back. The whole car ride there I had my study guide in front of me and I had my mom ask me questions and I would answer them as if I was actually having the interview then and there. As soon as I got there my mom wished me good luck and I slowly walked in, my hands trembling. I walked up to one of the employees (at Starbucks they call them "partners"). The partner offered me a drink and I got my favorite, caramel frappuccino with extra caramel (of course). I waited until the manager was finished with the previous interview and by the time he came up to me, my frappuccino was gone. Long story short, the interview went so well! I was expecting for me to studder or have trouble answering some of the questions, but it was exactly like I practiced it. I walked out of the store jumping with joy (literally). When I got to the car with my mom, I couldn't believe what just happened. Everything was happening so fast, but I couldn't be happier.
As of May 10th, 2019 I started my first day at Starbucks. My first day consisted of the manager and I sitting down and going through all the essential information from tax forms to learning about Starbucks values. From there, the next two days, were hours and hours of computer training. It had simulations of what it's like making drinks, lots of videos, and practice games. Once this training was finished, I started to actually work "on the field" where over the course of several days, up until now, I learned and am still learning how to make some of the drinks, how to work the register and drive-through, along with tasks that need to be done constantly such as brewing a new batch of coffee every 8 minutes and how to clean the cafe after the store is closed. The other partners have made this whole experience of me transitioning into a new environment so much easier! They are always willing to help me whether it's typing in an order for a customer or teaching me something I haven't learned yet. This whole process is a continuing journey as I am still learning and getting accustomed to everything. I've been here for exactly three weeks, as of today, and I can't wait to see what the future holds.
Dreamland by Maddie DiMarco
Where do you go when you're tucked and swaddled in your bed?
What happens to you when your eyes fall closed,
When your face goes blank and you're in sleep's throes?
What illusions are you spinning to put yourself at ease?
Or maybe your head breeds blood instead of a sunrise,
Something wicked to haunt the shadows behind closed eyes?
How do you decipher the plots of your dreams?
They're half-written stories and incoherent notes,
A marked path to the mind but a sinking boat
I want to understand what they're trying to say, what they know
They're not real, not really, though that's not how it seems,
Because the true mind springs to life in land of dreams
A Busy Year - by Liam Rust
This year has been the busiest of my whole school career. Here's some of the things I have done:
I've lumped these ones together because there are so many. I'm in the Men's Choir, Freshman Select, Shacappella, and Honors Choir, and we've done a lot this year. Besides the winter and spring concerts, Shacappella has done numerous other performances, such as at the Northern Highlands Acappella Festival, and also at a competition in Roxbury. The Honors Choir has also been doing stuff. The most notable one has been Carnegie Hall, where we performed just this past weekend. It was amazing, to say the least. We got to work with professionals, and seeing Carnegie Hall itself is just... I don't have the words for it.
These are just the performing things that I can remember. I mean, this year has been so busy I can't even remember most of the stuff I did. On top of all this, this year has had some of the biggest workloads in regards to schoolwork I've ever had. Lots of late nights finishing work (though most of the time it's just my own fault due to my chronic procrastination, but shhhhhhh we don't need to talk about that). It's been exhausting, doing all of this, but I love it. I hope to do even more next year. Who needs sleep, anyways?
FALL DRAMA
Ah, yes, the fall drama. One of my favorite parts of the year. It's a commitment. You practice almost every day after school, and it can be tiring at times. But, you bond with the cast, making friends along the way, and you get to perform a great play at the end of it. This year, it was an older play called You Can't Take it With You. I was Grandpa - funny and sarcastic, yet wise. It was a great time, and I'm already excited for the next one (though I don't even know what it is yet).
SPRING MUSICAL
A picture taken at one of the performances of Willy Wonka. Left is me, right is Claire Riley, playing Charlie Bucket. |
The other acting I did this year, the spring musical. It's a bigger commitment, with songs and dances to memorize. But, just as with the fall drama, you make friends, and you just have a great time along the way. This year, we performed Willy Wonka. I was Mr. Bucket, father of Charlie Bucket. Come to think of it, a lot of my roles are dads... I think I'm being typecasted. Anyways, that's besides the point. Another fun production!
CHOIRS
A picture I took from on stage at Carnegie Hall. |
MORE CHOIRS
Oh, I also auditioned for and got accepted into the County Choir and Region Choir groups, which were more difficult because there are less rehearsals, but a blast. And, I got accepted into the All State Choir, so I will have more to do next year!
These are just the performing things that I can remember. I mean, this year has been so busy I can't even remember most of the stuff I did. On top of all this, this year has had some of the biggest workloads in regards to schoolwork I've ever had. Lots of late nights finishing work (though most of the time it's just my own fault due to my chronic procrastination, but shhhhhhh we don't need to talk about that). It's been exhausting, doing all of this, but I love it. I hope to do even more next year. Who needs sleep, anyways?
So Many Questions by Beth Nedelka
Why are teenagers the way that they are?
Adults try to wrap their heads around the actions of teenagers. However, they constantly end up with out any real answers. Which is odd considering they were teenagers once too. But even myself, as a teenager, don't understand why I am the way that I am. I don't understand why we, as teenagers, are treated the way we are. Let me just say I have a lot of questions.
Why do I put so much pressure on myself when my parents just want me to "try my best"?
Why are we constantly encouraged to think about our futures yet told to live in the moment?
Why do I care so much about what others think?
Do I really need their approval?
Why do I care about how many people like a picture I posted?
Do their likes give me validation?
Did it even happen if I didn't flaunt it on social media?
And as much as I tell myself it really doesn't matter, I find my mind drifting to these thoughts. Needing their approval. Craving acceptance.
But isn't that normal?
Don't we all want a group that accepts us for who we are?
Or is it just me?
Why do we feel alone when a peer can tell us how they are experiencing the same exact thing?
How can you feel so lost and isolated in a world filled with seven billion people?
The media is constantly sending us mixed signals. I'll see one post promoting body positivity and another with only tall, skinny models.
Am I not beautiful if I don't look like a Victoria's Secret angel?
We are constantly told to love the body we were born in. To embrace how unique we are.
But how do I do that?
And one thing I know the answer to, is I'm not the only one who feels this way.
Why do my beautiful best friends constantly tell me how ugly they are?
Why don't they see who I see?
Why is it routine to look in the mirror and immediately point out our flaws?
Why do so many gorgeous young ladies hate what they see in the mirror?
Why do so many gorgeous young ladies refuse to take compliments?
The compliments they deserve. They tell us it's what's on the inside that counts.
Then why are so many gorgeous young ladies judged by their appearance?
Isn't it what's on the inside that counts?
At this age we are just starting to figure out what it is that inspires us. What our opinions are. What we are passionate about.
Why are our ideas diminished?
Why are we told to create opinions, but they are only dismissed because of our age?
When will we be taken seriously?
Why do adults have such high expectations of us, but if I have a strong opinion on something, I'm only a kid?
There is clearly a lot I question as a teenager.
But isn't that the point?
Aren't these years for growing?
Figuring out who I am and how the world around me works?
I hope one day I'll fully understand why I am the way that I am.
Square Root of Summer Book Review by Chloe Maher
This week I've been reading The Square Root of Summer by Harriet Reuter Hapgood, a young adult romance novel. It's about a teenager named Gottie H. Oppenheimer who travels through what she refers to as, "wormholes" at the most unexpected times. At random moments she'll black out and lose consciousness, reliving her life in these wormholes. Gottie relives the most significant moments in her life both the good and the bad. Doesn't that seem to be a terrible burden? Most of these memories she relives are unfortunately tainted with grief. And, her ex-best friend Thomas has just moved back into town, one of her old bad memories. He keeps making references to her past, and these recollections are a total mystery to her. Things that she was there for, she simply can't recall. Gottie's so consumed with grief, and her life has been so full of loss. Gottie, as a baby, lost her mother. Later she lost her best friend Thomas in childhood. Then her grandfather, Grey, one of the most important people in her life died the summer previous. And to top it all off, her secret boyfriend refused to hold her hand or acknowledge her at his funeral. Now, her brother won't acknowledge her and worse still, he's brought back her old boyfriend with him, (because he just so happens to be her older brothers best friend)! Gottie's lived a life so full of loss and sadness that she just can't get over her past. It's affecting her present because she's practically living in the past, experiencing these terrible wormholes due to that innate longing to change her tragic past. But, Gottie's losing time because of this and she has to figure out how to stop it. I absolutely loved this book even though it was so totally and completely heartbreaking that it'll bring you to tears. But, it was a bit confusing because the main character is a mathematical genius, so the equations for wormholes are included, which I definitely wasn't expecting when I picked up the novel. But despite that, it was a sweet story. I absolutely recommend this book to anyone looking for a quick summer-y romance novel.
Writer's Block by Veronika Waltner
An empty page,
Words stuck in my throat, like a cage.
No ideas of what to write,
But I must pass this stage,
Complete it by tonight.
Still my mind is blank,
No kind of word-bank,
Just meaningless thoughts, mixing like stew,
No inspiration from which to yank.
If only could I one sentence brew.
Unfortunately I'm no word mage,
Nor a fearless knight,
Rather a fool, to be quite frank.
With no way, in this quest, to carry through.
Yet here I am at these last lines,
Finally conforming to my deadlines
Thinking about what to write for this blog post, I felt sort of lost. "Anything" is a huge topic, and me- being the indecisive person I am- couldn't narrow down my options. I was trying to think of something exciting to write about, something I cared about. Summer kept coming to mind, but again I couldn't narrow down to one event that is happening in my crazy upcoming summer. That got me thinking about my packed schedule and how fast this year has been going by so far. I realized that events come and go, but the one thing in life that will be there for every event I have planned is family. But, because I have already written a post about my family, I have decided to talk about my "second family" -or so I call them.
It's strange to think that strangers can become a second family, but that is exactly what happened to me. When I joined Pass It Along, I knew many of the people there through my sister, Madelyn. She had been involved with Pass It Along for a couple of years with her friends. My sister would always come home with stories about bonding experiences, games, service projects, and inspirational speeches that she had experienced that week in meetings. And to me, it was hard to believe that such a place could truly exist. To me, Pass It Along sounded like a fantasy- too good to be true. But I quickly learned that everything she told me was a reality.
Before we relocated at the beginning of this year, the Pass It Along building used to be an old glitter factory in Newton. It's funny to think that a small, abandoned glitter factory could be such a safe space for so many people. A home for people with a passion for volunteering, and a compassionate heart to fill the room. To get to the building, you had to drive down an almost hidden road and past a gate with a "No Trespassing" sign on it. We would always have a laugh when a guest speaker would come and think they got lost, because, on the outside, the building was the polar opposite of what someone would expect the house of such an amazing organization to look like. And to be honest, I was pretty skeptical when I was dropped off at Pass It Along my first time, as well. I had no clue what to expect.
But the moment I stepped through the paint cracked door, walls full of colorful murals welcomed me. Warmth filled the room, and laughter filled my ears. People greeted me with hugs and smiles. And I felt at home- within five minutes. It only took five minutes to make me realize that I had just joined a group of people who would be lasting friends and supporters in my life. It amazed me how such a building could look so uninviting, but feel so warm at the same time.
With all the stress of school, homework, and after-school activities, we were told it may be hard to juggle Pass It Along because of the huge commitment and hard work it takes to be part of. But, it quickly turned out to be one of my favorite places to go. All of my stress faded when I walked through the door and was flooded with happy faces and genuine people. Even if I had three tests the next day, I never once wanted to miss a meeting. I never once wanted to miss a service project. A long, meaningful talk. A bonding exercise. A meditation night. A meeting full of service project planning. Or a night where we all just sat back, eating food, telling stories, laughing, crying, remembering, looking forward to, and being grateful for every moment we had in that building.
I look around me every day and see the countless people I pass by. Too many people to count. Far too many people to remember. There are so many people I wish I got to know better. So many people I connect with. But, also many people far different from me. People who don't think, talk, feel, and express themselves on the same level as me. And sometimes that can be frustrating. But when I'm at Pass It Along, there is not one face that I am not grateful for. From our leaders to my peers, my classmates, my sister, cousin, friends, I have come to know everyone in Pass It Along on such a deep level. A level I can't quite explain. And each and every memory I have with Pass It Along and the people involved, I cherish. I cherish the days we serve together. I cherish the moments we share with each other. Cry with each other. And most importantly, admire each other. I cherish the moments when we all take a step back and realize the beautiful work we accomplish and the amazing people we are able to help on a daily basis.
To me, Pass It Along has not only become an exciting, bright, happy place that I go to volunteer, lead, bond at, and serve with. It has not only become a place I am proud to be a part of. But it has become my true second family. And the people I have had the pleasure to meet, the projects we have worked hard to complete, and -most importantly- the memories we have made will be things I will be grateful for and treasure for the rest of my life.
My Service Corps group and I after our service project- Operation Ocean Oasis
A Service Corps night after guest speaker Cornell came and talked with us
The Single Most Important Topic of Today and Tomorrow: Our Climate Crisis by Olivia Przydzial
The Single Most Important Topic of Today and Tomorrow: Our Climate Crisis
by Olivia Przydzial
As a child, I spent hours and hours in the woods. I collected rocks, I pressed flowers, I caught frogs with my bare hands. I would splash through streams and climb trees. I would draw caterpillars with cool patterns that I found in the wild. I chased after dragonflies, I waded into lakes, I brought wildflower bouquets home for my mom. This was my childhood. I spent more time in nature than I spent anywhere else. The environment, the earth, was, and very much still is, my true home.
On broader terms, this is true for all of us. We all live on this earth, we all depend on this planet for the life it sustains. We are all dependent on her for our survival, simply by the fact that we are all human.
On the 24-hour evolutionary clock of earth, humans have been around for less than three seconds. Imagine, that in less than three seconds, the most evolutionarily advanced species with the highest cognitive level of any organism on earth ever has calmly, knowingly nearly destroyed their only habitable home.
Climate change, or rather, the climate crisis, is no secret. We've been destroying our planet for decades. Check out this graph. The Industrial Revolution caused that huge spike at the end. Our atmosphere is flooded with CO2, which, in combination with the Greenhouse Effect, is like a nice warm, insulating blanket for a planet that is quite literally on fire.
Now check this out (below). These pictures are from 1900 and 2014, so today, the red area is just wider. The last five years have been the warmest years on record, ever. Earth’s temperature has risen by 2 degrees Fahrenheit since the 1880s. That is insane! Our planet is boiling! Look at 1900 - our planet is more or less normal, nothing too concerning. Now it’s 2014, and our planet is on fire! Do you see this red? Red means HOT. Our poles are on fire, and, in fact, our entire planet is on fire. Our planet is on fire!
And guess what? Our oceans are boiling too! Oceans naturally absorb atmospheric heat, but now that the atmosphere is getting hotter, so are our oceans! Look at this! Look at this! As our oceans are becoming hot tubs, with their temperatures predicted to rise 1-4 degrees Celsius by 2100, entire ecosystems are being disrupted as marine species fail to bear the extreme temperatures. Furthermore, our poor ice caps are melting like ice cubes in a pot of boiling water. People! We need to stop this! We’re only making matters worse for us in the long run!
Furthermore, our sea ice sheets are melting at unprecedented rates. Antarctica's rate of ice loss has tripled over the past decade. Antarctica loses almost 130 billion tons of ice every year, while Greenland loses almost 300 billion tons of ice every year. So many ecosystems and organisms depend on this ice for their survival. This sea ice is an also major reflector of light back into the atmosphere. Without it, not only will earth lose one of its major heat-reflective shields, but she will also lose all the life that depends on this ice.
One of the scariest and perhaps the most costly indicators of the earth’s climate crisis are extreme temperatures and weather. The last five years have been the hottest on record, and there has been a steady increase in extreme rainfall events across the globe. The earth has been seeing more and more natural disasters fueled by the rapidly changing climate such as heat waves, droughts, floods, hurricanes, and stronger, more frequent storms.
Another huge indicator of our planet’s climate crisis is rapid ocean acidification. Our oceans have become 30%, 30%, more acidic since the Industrial Revolution, namely due to the oceans’ absorption of our increased CO2 emissions. Our oceans are growing more acidic year by year, by about 2 billion tons per year. This acidification is making is rapidly killing off reefs, one of the planet’s biodiversity treasure troves, and all the species that depend on such reefs.
Greenhouse gases and rapidly rising temperatures have been causing massive glacial retreats around the world. Just look at these pictures. Look at where the glacier was, and where it is now. This is what we did.
Whether we are in a state of climate crisis is not a question. It is not up for debate. Hard, scientific evidence clearly illustrates the severity of our planet’s, and ultimately our, situation. The climate crisis is not an ‘opinion,’ political view, or 'hot topic.' It is our future.
So, I must ask, why is this not the only thing we talk about? This is our future, your future. What could possibly be so much more important that we don’t drop everything and fight to save our planet before it’s too late? What future are you studying for, if there won’t be a future for you at all? It is at this point where I am troubled. How could the most cognitively advanced, most intelligent species on the planet sit complacently, blindly amidst the fire? Our home is on fire! Why aren’t we acting like our home is on fire?!
The effects of our ignorance are and will be increasingly costly. The earth is getting hotter and hotter. The rising temperatures and intensifying weather events, such as heavy downpours, droughts, heat waves, etc., will make (and have been making) farming considerably harder. The harder it is to grow food, the more expensive your food will be. Natural disasters such as hurricanes will become stronger and more intense, reaping worse damage on areas that they pass through. The sea levels are projected to rise by 1-4 feet by 2100 as arctic ice quickly becomes ice-free. All Arctic sea ice will be gone in the summer before 2050. In combination with storms and high tides, many coastal areas will flood, destroying homes and taking lives. Our air quality is becoming so bad that asthma and respiratory diseases are on the rise. Diseases are running rampant through our food, water, and insects. Our water supplies are being contaminated, applying further stress on agriculture and putting our drinking water at risk. Wildfires have been occurring more often due to the higher temperatures and droughts caused by the climate crisis. Infrastructure is at an increased risk of flooding, natural disasters, and erosion. Ecosystems, particularly marine ones, are being overwhelmed by pollution and overfishing, putting one of our major sources of food at risk. Allergy season will be lengthened and intensified with increased pollen production caused by a longer growing season and higher CO2 levels and temperatures. The monetary losses of all the effects of the climate crisis even thus far are paramount. Climate change-triggered disasters have cost $320 billion in 2017 alone. There is no way that the earth’s climate crisis can’t affect you. We are all at risk. This is everybody’s fight.
The Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change of the United Nations has reported that we have only 11 years to prevent an irreversible chain reaction that will inevitably destroy our planet. 11 years. Please allow that to sink in.
Our world is on fire. There is everything to lose. Why aren’t we panicking? Why are we going about our
days as if nothing is wrong? We can’t ignore the elephant in the room any longer! We have wasted way too
much time already. We need to panic.
Personally, I cannot wrap my head around this one aspect of the climate crisis. We know exactly what we need to do to stop the climate crisis for quite some time now. We have solutions! Saving our planet isn’t out of reach, by any means. We are not helpless. So why do we act so damn apathetic?
days as if nothing is wrong? We can’t ignore the elephant in the room any longer! We have wasted way too
much time already. We need to panic.
Personally, I cannot wrap my head around this one aspect of the climate crisis. We know exactly what we need to do to stop the climate crisis for quite some time now. We have solutions! Saving our planet isn’t out of reach, by any means. We are not helpless. So why do we act so damn apathetic?
Refrigerant management to limit atmospheric heat emissions, onshore wind turbines to limit fossil fuel use, reduced food waste to stop wasting a third of all food produced, a dietary shift to vegetarian or veganism to stop consuming meat and dairy products, tropical rainforest restoration (reforestation), education and activism to push for climate reform in government, reducing greenhouse gas emissions by reducing fossil fuel dependence and enhancing “sinks” responsible for storing such gases, and lifestyle adaptation. These are all solutions to the climate crisis. This is the good news - we know what we need to do and how to do it. It is now in our hands to go about making such changes.
The climate crisis has the capacity to destroy Earth. And it will, unless we step up to the plate to fight for her. We only have 11 years, but I have hope in us. If we all come together now, we can save our earth. It isn’t too late just yet. She is a planet, a future, worth fighting for. Let's step up.
Devastatingly Beautiful-- by Jenna Marie
Fingertip brushes against metal.
A whisper. A want
to be used, to be played.
Flesh presses into cool string.
Softly, gently, it draws.
Pluck.
It resonates.
A raindrop in a sea of water.
A ripple.
A hint of what it can be.
Tantalizing. Sweet. Beautiful.
More.
A brush of white hair.
A sweet caress: gliding, pulling.
A wave.
Everything it is and greater.
Infinite. Powerful. Music.
Fingers deftly move,
Breathing life into the silence
Flowers bloom from their tips.
Singing of birds trail in their wake.
Soft white clouds caress.
Devastatingly beautiful.
A whisper. A want
to be used, to be played.
Flesh presses into cool string.
Softly, gently, it draws.
Pluck.
It resonates.
A raindrop in a sea of water.
A ripple.
A hint of what it can be.
Tantalizing. Sweet. Beautiful.
More.
A brush of white hair.
A sweet caress: gliding, pulling.
A wave.
Everything it is and greater.
Infinite. Powerful. Music.
Fingers deftly move,
Breathing life into the silence
Flowers bloom from their tips.
Singing of birds trail in their wake.
Soft white clouds caress.
Devastatingly beautiful.
The Best Responses. Akshat Iyer
So on Memorial Day weekend, while I was minding my own business, I got a message from one of my friends. The conversation went a little something like this:
Yes, I know that was a bit rude; however, I wanted a quick and short reply to their question without directly answering it. So, I turned to the quick and easy answer of "ur mum." The "ur" in that phrase isn't even something due to laziness. It just adds to the effect of the person on the other end typing a quick and fast and frankly, a quite catcalling-type of response.
This got me thinking, though. What will happen if other people outside our generation (Generation Z) hear these phrases put into context? They need to be educated in what it is like being a teenager in the 2010s. I'm not trying to @ anyone here (there's another 21st century term, it means to "refer" or "mention"), but I have been coming across way too many people from the past generation or two who still don't understand these references to modern day lingo. Also, I probably don't have anything else better to write about, so I'm going to take this leap of faith to try and explain where these phrases came from.
The first phrase is the one above, reading "ur mum." That's it. Short, sweet, and to the point. This originated from all of the "your mom" jokes that occurred in the early 2010s, and due to the overuse of this phrase, the internet quickly started sarcastically saying it, shortening it down to "ur mum" to add to the satire of it. Now it is used as a joke when somebody has nothing else to really say, which is why I responded with it in the example above.
This next one is a relatively new phrase that has been getting thrown around. Of course, we are talking about the "no u." This originated from the period of time where the best way to come back to an insult is to reflect the insult back on the insult-thrower. So, for example, if I were to call you a "meanie-head," the "no u" formula would call for you to say, "Well, you're a meanie-head!" or if you are clever, you could say, "maybe you should check in a mirror!" just to prove to the other person that you know how mirrors work. This formula, however, was so overused, that the internet, like the "ur mum" craze, started to make fun of the people who used the formula too much by satirically using the phrase "no u," which basically sums up the formula in two words. It is the greatest thing that I have ever discovered, and now all I see on reddit are long reply chains of "no u." Back when they were popular, I hated those comebacks, because every single time I made a good roast, the receiver would pull that on me; but now, I can just make fun of them even more! Life is great now.
Alright, let's talk about one more. This one is something that I love saying, and it is amazing when people hear and try and interpret your response. Try using this; it is heavily applicable in almost every conditional question asked. When someone asks you a conditional, non-yes or no question (For example, Do you want to go get popcorn or ice cream?), just say yes. That's it. Nothing else. Leave them thinking. If they ask the question again, respond with the same thing. After that, just say yes after every word they say. This is especially nice if they don't know how to respond, and you can just stand there with their smug smile. I personally love this response, and it is amazing to just watch the confusion and the struggles that people face when they see this response.
Please use these on your friends if you don't already. I want to start seeing millennials and Generation X'ers make fun of each other using our terminology. Just remember to drop it in about 3 months. It is sure to become more unpopular, and if you use it past the expiration date, you are likely to have no more friends. Use them wisely!
AFTERWORD
So while I was writing this, it felt a little strange. This blogpost thing, although it felt like a burden sometimes, also felt like somewhere to express myself. Now it's June, and these assignments are done, and while I am half-relieved, I do believe there is some sentimental value attached to each and every one of these posts. These posts were interesting in that I didn't care about structure. I just wrote. Whatever came to my mind, whatever was swirling there in my brain, it just flowed out of my fingers onto the keyboard, and for once it didn't matter what I wrote. It sort of felt surreal to me, thinking that I can just express whatever I can onto a blog, but now I realize that people do this all of the time. It isn't always about essays and structure and all of that garbage. Sometimes, the key to becoming better is to just not care and be free. These posts highlight the freedom I experienced while writing about whatever I wanted, whatever I felt during that time. I'm sort of doing that right now, writing this Afterword in French Class (don't worry about it), and it doesn't feel like work. It just feels like creative expression. Hopefully AP gives me this opportunity, but if not, thank you for making this my most creative year.
-This is Akshat Iyer, and I'm signing off.
Yes, I know that was a bit rude; however, I wanted a quick and short reply to their question without directly answering it. So, I turned to the quick and easy answer of "ur mum." The "ur" in that phrase isn't even something due to laziness. It just adds to the effect of the person on the other end typing a quick and fast and frankly, a quite catcalling-type of response.
This got me thinking, though. What will happen if other people outside our generation (Generation Z) hear these phrases put into context? They need to be educated in what it is like being a teenager in the 2010s. I'm not trying to @ anyone here (there's another 21st century term, it means to "refer" or "mention"), but I have been coming across way too many people from the past generation or two who still don't understand these references to modern day lingo. Also, I probably don't have anything else better to write about, so I'm going to take this leap of faith to try and explain where these phrases came from.
The first phrase is the one above, reading "ur mum." That's it. Short, sweet, and to the point. This originated from all of the "your mom" jokes that occurred in the early 2010s, and due to the overuse of this phrase, the internet quickly started sarcastically saying it, shortening it down to "ur mum" to add to the satire of it. Now it is used as a joke when somebody has nothing else to really say, which is why I responded with it in the example above.
This next one is a relatively new phrase that has been getting thrown around. Of course, we are talking about the "no u." This originated from the period of time where the best way to come back to an insult is to reflect the insult back on the insult-thrower. So, for example, if I were to call you a "meanie-head," the "no u" formula would call for you to say, "Well, you're a meanie-head!" or if you are clever, you could say, "maybe you should check in a mirror!" just to prove to the other person that you know how mirrors work. This formula, however, was so overused, that the internet, like the "ur mum" craze, started to make fun of the people who used the formula too much by satirically using the phrase "no u," which basically sums up the formula in two words. It is the greatest thing that I have ever discovered, and now all I see on reddit are long reply chains of "no u." Back when they were popular, I hated those comebacks, because every single time I made a good roast, the receiver would pull that on me; but now, I can just make fun of them even more! Life is great now.
Alright, let's talk about one more. This one is something that I love saying, and it is amazing when people hear and try and interpret your response. Try using this; it is heavily applicable in almost every conditional question asked. When someone asks you a conditional, non-yes or no question (For example, Do you want to go get popcorn or ice cream?), just say yes. That's it. Nothing else. Leave them thinking. If they ask the question again, respond with the same thing. After that, just say yes after every word they say. This is especially nice if they don't know how to respond, and you can just stand there with their smug smile. I personally love this response, and it is amazing to just watch the confusion and the struggles that people face when they see this response.
Please use these on your friends if you don't already. I want to start seeing millennials and Generation X'ers make fun of each other using our terminology. Just remember to drop it in about 3 months. It is sure to become more unpopular, and if you use it past the expiration date, you are likely to have no more friends. Use them wisely!
AFTERWORD
So while I was writing this, it felt a little strange. This blogpost thing, although it felt like a burden sometimes, also felt like somewhere to express myself. Now it's June, and these assignments are done, and while I am half-relieved, I do believe there is some sentimental value attached to each and every one of these posts. These posts were interesting in that I didn't care about structure. I just wrote. Whatever came to my mind, whatever was swirling there in my brain, it just flowed out of my fingers onto the keyboard, and for once it didn't matter what I wrote. It sort of felt surreal to me, thinking that I can just express whatever I can onto a blog, but now I realize that people do this all of the time. It isn't always about essays and structure and all of that garbage. Sometimes, the key to becoming better is to just not care and be free. These posts highlight the freedom I experienced while writing about whatever I wanted, whatever I felt during that time. I'm sort of doing that right now, writing this Afterword in French Class (don't worry about it), and it doesn't feel like work. It just feels like creative expression. Hopefully AP gives me this opportunity, but if not, thank you for making this my most creative year.
-This is Akshat Iyer, and I'm signing off.
It Reminded Me of You - Rachel Young
I saw a painting the other day. It reminded me of you.
It was bright, vibrant.
Strokes ran wildly across the 8.5x11 stretch of canvas, without order or direction. The colors begged for my attention.
It was obnoxious almost. My old self, the girl that hadn't met you yet, would have laughed at the image, not even entertaining the thought of hanging it up in any space. And yet, here I am now, wishing I could take it home.
I could hear your laugh in my head as I looked at the shapes and hues that seemed to be used at random. Each misplaced line and curve like the awkward jokes you'd say that would make me shake my head while I laughed. I didn't get it, and maybe I still don't. But for some reason, that abstract mess reminded me of you.
I took in the brilliance of a white moon painted in oils, contrasting the deep blue of a night sky on a new canvas, and it reminded me of you. I remembered your smile, the kind that you wore when you looked at me like I hung each star in the sky. The kind of smile that would make me feel like I was the only girl in the world that mattered to you.
But I saw your sadness in these pieces too. I saw a person who was lost, lonely, swallowed up by deep blacks and browns. I saw grays like your distant gaze, muted tones like your unfeeling hands that ran across my skin.
I remembered the days when your canvas was blank -- when you'd look to me with empty eyes and hand me a brush. But there were also days where you would hold me in your arms and begin to paint.
Your colors overwhelmed me. The oils layered on thick. I think I got caught up in the idea that I was now something of your own, your creation, beautiful in your image.
I reminded myself more of you than I did, well, myself.
And now, no matter how many times I scrub at my hands covered in paint, the colors never seem to wash away. A permanent reminder of you.
You are an entire gallery.
Every painting revealing some secret side to you I've come to know.
Vibrance, humor.
Sadness and pain.
You are everywhere, in every brush stroke and color. In every line and curve. It all somehow reminds me of you.
But now your gallery is just an exhibit I pass by on the street on my way to work. Sometimes I peer through your windows on my walk, and see the paintings I used to cherish way back when we were something.
I see the ones that had been my favorites, and the others, not so much.
I see new paintings you've added, the old ones you've removed.
Someday I hope to walk through your gallery once again and add a painting of my own.
It was bright, vibrant.
Strokes ran wildly across the 8.5x11 stretch of canvas, without order or direction. The colors begged for my attention.
It was obnoxious almost. My old self, the girl that hadn't met you yet, would have laughed at the image, not even entertaining the thought of hanging it up in any space. And yet, here I am now, wishing I could take it home.
I could hear your laugh in my head as I looked at the shapes and hues that seemed to be used at random. Each misplaced line and curve like the awkward jokes you'd say that would make me shake my head while I laughed. I didn't get it, and maybe I still don't. But for some reason, that abstract mess reminded me of you.
But I saw your sadness in these pieces too. I saw a person who was lost, lonely, swallowed up by deep blacks and browns. I saw grays like your distant gaze, muted tones like your unfeeling hands that ran across my skin.
I remembered the days when your canvas was blank -- when you'd look to me with empty eyes and hand me a brush. But there were also days where you would hold me in your arms and begin to paint.
Your colors overwhelmed me. The oils layered on thick. I think I got caught up in the idea that I was now something of your own, your creation, beautiful in your image.
I reminded myself more of you than I did, well, myself.
And now, no matter how many times I scrub at my hands covered in paint, the colors never seem to wash away. A permanent reminder of you.
You are an entire gallery.
Every painting revealing some secret side to you I've come to know.
Vibrance, humor.
Sadness and pain.
You are everywhere, in every brush stroke and color. In every line and curve. It all somehow reminds me of you.
But now your gallery is just an exhibit I pass by on the street on my way to work. Sometimes I peer through your windows on my walk, and see the paintings I used to cherish way back when we were something.
I see the ones that had been my favorites, and the others, not so much.
I see new paintings you've added, the old ones you've removed.
Someday I hope to walk through your gallery once again and add a painting of my own.
Reminiscent by Jamie Rubin
Childhood was filled with laughter and joy
We giggled if we even made eye contact with a boy
My imagination would run wild
I truly loved being a child
It was great when nothing mattered
I just wish I knew when my world would be shattered
All of a sudden there were no more Barbie dolls
Kids began to spend all their free time at malls
One day I woke up and was no longer considered a kid
When I began middle school I should've hid
What happened to playdates, recess, and all those silly games
For years now they've been up in flames
My new reality consists mostly of drama, sadness, and stress
I wish I'd known high school would be such a mess
You're only cool if you drink, smoke, or Juul
But then you're also considered a fool
The joys of childhood quickly faded
As a teenager, I feel like I've downgraded
I'll always reminisce on the good old days
Because my current troubles no longer feel like just a phase
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