Tired

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Days become reflections, facing each 24-hour period until you can’t see the end of the rectangular maze, because it is pure, unhinged infinity staring you in the dead eyes. Your sticks move beneath you, bending at the branch; the engine inflates and compresses, forcing hydraulics into your skin sack,  pumping you up and down like a balloon. You hunch, twist, shout—but the one thing you have left to your control, your mind, is stagnant.

Life rolls on. You are but a toiler, your task being to continue as light stretches its same path again and again. You mustn’t faulter, you mustn’t stop: the expectations, in their great power, press into your pores, commanding your unable body to preform. With each discrepancy the pressure builds, and you wade into it faster, not by your own choice, but by some boiling instinct within you that cannot survive without it.

The strings apon your hand clack, the tendons within your back tremble and slump.  You are embraced by black, an embrace so warm it magnifies your discomfort. There is a trapped luminescence hanging over the plateau. It slices through the embrace, allowing the connection between your hands and eyes to strengthen.

It incourages you. You muse to yourself: the expections, though mighty, have no power over you; who are they to command you? Mere ghosts that you have convinced yourself of reality. So, exorcise them! And finally, sleep.

They have come for you. They are here for you. Wolves in the night, they race. The engine pumps. Fingers flash, eyes dash, bones stiffen! So what can you do but run, because the time is on your back and it becomes heavy as it thins and stagnancy imprisons you to watch with burning eyes as everything tumbles to the bottom of a hill you have built up for a year out of tears and sweat and unhappiness all for nothing and it will crumble beneath your feet in the moonlight if you dare to stop don’t you dare stop. 

Your sagging eyelids raise to find your lamp on your desk, still glowing in the deepening night. You sigh and continue your work.

 

Blog Post 15

Political parties shouldn’t exist.

A little preface to explain some of my reasoning: One day I was doing my homework and because I get horrifically off track sometimes, I caught myself wondering what political party my dad was. So I asked him: “Dad, you lean more towards the left, right?” And to that he responded quite firmly, “No, I am a moderate. Labels are stupid. It shouldn’t matter what you consider your beliefs to fall under.” Then he went on a tangent about the irony of the United States having the word “united” in the name because there are so many political parties now that people felt the need to form because we thrive off of labeling things.

And he has a point. In hindsight, if we— politicians, voters— spent a fraction of the time we spend focused on the policies and beliefs of individual parties, on our ACTUAL beliefs and ideas, maybe, just maybe, something in this crumbling hell hole we call a society could get improved—maybe even solved. What a concept.

An example as to why political parties are bad: Trump is a republican. Because he’s a republican, all members of congress who are also republican feel the need to stay in agreement with each other, and with Trump. Right now, congress is nearly split down the middle in terms of number of members from each major political party. But it’s Republican majority nonetheless. So essentially congress is gridlocked. For four years, nothing major is getting done because no one can agree with each other and even though some republicans have the same beliefs as democrats and vice versa, they still tend to follow the beliefs of their party, for their party’s benefit. That republican may have a point, but I can’t agree with him because he’s a dreaded republican. It’s foolish and ridiculous. Last time I checked, we are all American for Gods sake.

Nicole Cyr

Synesthesia

A few years ago, as I watched a documentary from National Geographic on my TV, I first heard of synesthesia. The more I learned about the phenomenon, the more excited I became. Finally, I had a name for the connections I had been making my entire life! My strange and seemingly random associations between various senses were recognized, if not explained. Rifling through my school folders tonight, I was reminded again of the condition, and decided I might as well discuss it here.
Put simply, synesthesia is a neurological condition that forms connections in the brain between two otherwise unrelated senses. The severity and frequency of the connections vary from person to person, but synesthesia in general is not uncommon in the general population. It is especially prevalent in musicians, visual artists, and writers.
For myself, synesthesia is primarily color-based. I visualize certain numbers and letters in my head as being a specific color—for example, the number four and the letter H are always yellow, five is always blue, the letter R is red, and J is purple. I also perceive sounds as colors; loud, chaotic noises are red, while soft piano music is baby blue. Of course, baby blue piano is not to be confused with deep, resonating sounds, which are a dark navy blue. Also, triangles are always yellow. I don’t know why.
In addition to these connections, I also associate school subjects with colors (English is yellow, Spanish is red, science is green, etc.), but I’m not sure if this is considered synesthesia or just years of dedicating certain folders to certain classes.
Discussing my newfound knowledge with my family, I learned that color-number and color-letter association is quite common. My sister is convinced that science is green, while English is red and math is blue. Of course, she’s wrong (how could English possibly be red?), but that’s besides the point. My mom has strong connections between colors, numbers, and letters, though she isn’t here at the moment for me to interrogate. My dad doesn’t experience any type of synesthesia.
While color, number, and letter synesthesia is the most common form, it can also manifest itself as links between sounds, shapes, even tastes. Some visual artists have taken to painting what songs look like in their heads, creating stunning colors and forms just by listening to the radio.
One final bit of information I have about synesthesia is that it sometimes links to other mental conditions, like anxiety. This I know primarily through personal experience, though I have heard of mental effects related to the condition. When I have a panic attack, all my senses are heightened, and often take form as colors and sounds. For example, as my level of panic rises, I begin to see my surroundings in brighter hues, like strong reds and neon yellows. An otherwise quiet room begins to sound loud and grating. My sense of touch, sight, and hearing all connect, propelling each other upwards to debilitating heights.
Synesthesia is a perfect example of seemingly rational thoughts permeating the brain, illogical to everyone around you. Despite this, however, it is present in the minds of plenty of people, simply taking different forms. An incredibly unique experience that is shared by many.

Olivia

Luck?

Luck is an interesting concept when viewing a person’s life. For in some people, luck seems to be overflowing in boatloads, almost as if the adjective itself is seeping out of their skin due to the abundance. However, in others, not even a drop of luck may be present in their entire body. No one truly knows why a person is either or, though multiple theories have been made up. For instance a person may have bad luck because they didn’t find enough four leaf clovers as a kid, or maybe the person was simply born into the description. On the other hand, a lucky person may just have naturally acquired the trait, or believed they were special from the get go. Never thinking about such a topic until recently, I have come to the understanding that I myself am the second option. When viewing the events which occur in my day to day life, I can firmly state, I have no ounce of luck within me. I can’t list off another person who breaks their phone on their birthday; who walks into walls or falls down at least once a week; who loses a one hundred dollar bill out of the blue. One of these actions may happen to an average person once in their lifetime, and even that is not likely. However, for me, the likelihood of all these themes occurring in one week is above average. I’m not really sure how long I’ve been unlucky, I remember winning raffles as a young child, and not be particular out of sorts compared to my fellow classmates around the same age. To my best understand I assume the bad luck was adapted in my early teenage years and has only become more abundant as time has gone by. Though my bad luck is one of the lesser favorite attributes which make up myself, I still accept such a trait, because without bad luck I would not be me; I wouldn’t change anything to jeopardize that.

Eve Holbrook

Working Out

Cole Paulin
Lauren Durkee
AP Language and Composition
20 March 2019
Working out is the perfect remedy for any negative mood. Going to the gym can translate anger to power, insecurities to confidence, and defeat to determination.
On top of granting a sweet pump, working out chemically improves peoples’ mood by pumping endorphins through their body. In an elementary sense, Endorphins are hormones that make the body feel better. The daily defeats that everybody goes through may knock somebody down a few pegs, but working out brings them back to the top. Many people have to find their true passion to boost their happiness, but the problem lies in the select people who have yet to find the thing or action that never fails to bring joy. For some people, their “natural high” cannot always be attained due to life restrictions. Working out is something that anybody can do anytime and anywhere. Any time that someone is feeling blue or angry, they should strongly consider getting a natural high through the iron they could be curling to their neck or pressing from their chest. A negative mood can always be suppressed through the induction of powerful endorphins.
Different from endorphins, working out induces a feeling of personal satisfaction that is often rare to find. Every second that someone is in the gym, their body is getting stronger, faster, and more volatile. Anybody can work for whatever body type they are looking for. Sculpting the body into whatever somebody wants is an amazing feeling. So amazing that it turn bad days into good days and good days into amazing days. When someone is feeling down on themselves, going to the gym doesn’t just mentally build them back up, they are physically building themselves up. The combination of the two are a bonafide method of reducing negative attitudes.
Don’t try and sleep off or brush away a negative attitude. Attack those impurities by attacking the weight room. The downward force on the barbell will never equate to the weight of the malignant thoughts and toxins leaving your body.

Water

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In the fast paced society we live in, we tend to dwell on the fact that we are sleepy, fatigued, dirty, uncomfortable, and aching after a day of working, learning, exercising, eating, and socializing.  But maybe our long days are not that tiring.  Maybe we are all just dehydrated because us busy people are not slowing down to drink some fresh H2O.  

It is suggested that the average person drinks sixty-four ounces of pure water per day, but the average American, each day, is only drinking half of the suggested amount.  

The public needs to be more educated on the benefits of drinking water because water lubricates the joints, forms saliva and mucus, delivers oxygen throughout the body, boosts skin health, cushions the brain, spinal cord, and other sensitive tissues, regulates body temperature, provides the digestive system what it needs in order to work, flushes body waste, maintains blood pressure, allows airways to work, makes minerals and nutrients accessible, improves performance, triggers weights loss, and so much more!

The public also needs to be informed that while nearly seventy percent of Earth is covered by water, only two and a half percent of the water is fresh.  Only about one percent of the fresh water is easily accessible and drinkable as most of the fresh water is trapped in glaciers and snowfields.  Therefore, with such a small amount of drinkable water, crucial to the the survival of all humans, it is important that we do not pollute the water and atmosphere, causing us to lose the fresh water that is available to us.

– Isabella Dube

I’m Drowning

B112C17C-2411-4D3B-8629-55210A75FD4F.jpegEveryday I wake up and do the same things over and over again. My routine rarely changes, and when it does, it changes ever so slightly. Every day I wake up, go to school, come home, do homework, attend an extracurricular activity, return home and go to sleep. Even on the weekends I have a specific Saturday and Sunday schedule that revolves around the ungodly mounds of homework I have to do in such a short amount of time. I enjoy school and I enjoy learning, and I even see the benefits of homework, I really do, but I don’t enjoy feeling like I never leave school and I don’t enjoy feeling tired all of the time. I spend at least seven hours a day at school, doing work, and then when I come home I have at least two and a half hours of homework every night. I feel like all I do is school, school, and more school with no breaks. I lose sleep over certain classes and assignments and I’m physically, emotionally, and mentally exhausted; I feel like I’m drowning and no one can save me. 

Coming in to high school, I expected at least a little bit of homework from each of my classes every night; and in some classes I expected more homework than others. What I didn’t expect was to put effort into completing my homework for a class, only to have my teachers ignore the assignment, or give us an extra class because a few kids didn’t finish. If I’m going to put my time and real effort into homework assignments only to have them be ignored, why do I even bother pushing myself to the point of exhaustion and being on the constant verge of some sort of breakdown? Am I the unreasonable one in a situation like this? Is it wrong of me to ask my teachers to acknowledge the fact that I did the homework they assigned in the first place? I don’t think so, not at all. 

My point is, I can’t keep living the way I am. I can’t keep getting piles of homework, doing said homework, and then having the homework ignored. Every day I feel like I’m drowning in homework; I can’t breathe until every last assignment is finished. I need a break from pointless homework assignments that can only be classified as busy work. I need my teachers to recognize the fact that I’m drowning in assignments they give out. I need a day to break free of my routine. I need to stop drowning; I need to swim to the surface; I need to take a breath.  

Emma Gosselin

The price of college is insane. But why?

Recently, in my economics class, we’ve been talking about the price of college. I’m sure everyone realizes to some extent how much debt college students face. But to have it put in perspective and apply it to yourself, is a completely different feeling.

Most students face up to $30,000 – $100,000 in student loan debt by the time they’ve completed their education. What. That’s about how much the average middle age adult gets paid at their maximum annual salary. You’re telling me I’m going to have to owe that after I get launched into the world, barley aware of my responsibilities, plus other payments, plus the cost of keeping myself alive? I’m aware everyone has to do it— but why. Why is college so expensive?

Now the real answer to that is because college is highly demanded and most people are willing to pay for an extension of their education in order to have better chances of being successful in the real world. So essentially, colleges are robbing people. There is no legitimate reason for them to be that pricy, other than the fact that they are inherently allowed to be—by us. In no way are colleges lacking a source of income. You don’t see people completely boycotting colleges because of their prices. There are always students, and will always be student, who are willing to cough up money for their education.

It’s honestly a sad realization to have; to foresee the mass sum of money that will soon be weighing you down for who knows how long, and furthermore, to know there’s absolutely no hope of it going down, but rather, go up even more.

Nicole

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