Bonding Through TV My dad and I are remarkably alike, probably far more than we care to admit. We both hide a gregarious personality behind a shy demeanor. We both have an inability to take things seriously, responding to most questions with something nonsensical or unhelpful. We both become provoked by yelling, responding with an equally loud voice. Most of all, though, we both like to argue, not in a hostile or angry way, but as a challenge. I used… Read More »
Too Much Pressure As I sit in my classes, I cannot help but notice how flawed today’s schooling system is. There is not one class where I do not look around and see students, even supposedly “hard working students”, confessing their devious methods of cheating, and the A they got in result. They are not bad kids, but simply victims of the pressure the future holds. Coming into high school as a young freshman, I began to scheme and figure… Read More »
Turning It Off Time is relative. One hour plagued by boredom is not the same as one hour engaged in excitement; one hour of anxiety is not the same as one hour of tranquility; one hour constantly distracted by communication devices is not the same as one hour focused on the task at hand. One focused hour can breed masterful compositions, staggering discoveries, or significant social influence. To attain the attentiveness required, communication devices have to be turned off and… Read More »
Embrace the Chub Being chubby is awesome, not going to lie. I love being chubby. Chubbiness is one of my favorite characteristics and is also a very entertaining word to say. Along with being heavier set, there’s a lot of negative energy aimed at me. First off, chubbier individuals are made fun of more. A person thinks that calling a fat person “fat”—or a variation of the word—is mean but really it’s just a blunt observation. When someone calls me… Read More »
Saying Goodbye to Meme I often wonder why people seem to find a need to express extreme hatred towards the life they live. Hearing so many people talking about their lives in such a way, ranting about how they can’t stand their grandparents, complaining because they don’t have things they want, and simply speaking with dissatisfaction makes me reflect on my own life. Should I be complaining that I don’t have the newest and greatest products that trending on today’s… Read More »
Death By Pencil In third grade, I accidentally stabbed myself with a pencil, and decided I was going to die. Never mind the fact that pencils are actually filled with graphite. Death by lead poisoning was thrust to the forefront of my mind, all other thoughts fading to perpetual white noise in the background as I contemplated how painful my demise was bound to be. By lunchtime, I’d begun to mentally compose a goodbye letter to my family, explaining with… Read More »
