I Go To Jesus Camp

I go to Jesus camp.  Every summer for at least one week I am in the middle of the woods in New Hampshire, no television, no phones, no WiFi.  Just myself and a bunch of Greek Orthodox Christians kids all pretty much under the age of eighteen.  We are not all Greek and not all orthodox but we all get so close over that week it’s like we are one giant family of crazy people who scream and yell to “Country Roads Take Me Home,” “Build Me Up Buttercup” or the American and Greek national anthems.  By the end of the week my voice is so gone you would think I had been smoking cigarettes for forty three years.  

Sadly, many kids I know have never experienced something like “summer camp.”  Especially one with a bunch of Greeks in it.  Being able to just run around and not worry about “the real world” is something that creates bonds with people that if you were in school together would never create.  I remember one year a friend of mine on the last night stood up to reflect on the week and said, “in one week, we create bonds that we can’t even begin to develop in the 180 days of school.”  This statement is one of the most true things I’ve ever heard.  Even though many of my camp friends live hours away we still contact each other, some I even write letters too.  We even manage to find time to go to Boston and meet up for a day, go to each others dances or even stay at someone’s house for a long weekend (one time we had about twenty kids in one house).  The bonds we created are not something that we forget when we leave camp. Rather we grow up together and develop friendships that can never be from just school alone.  

When I say school isn’t my community I mean it.  Yes I have friends here but school is not where I create bonds.  Spending time outside of school with friends is how I find friends and family.

Kristina Arabatzis

French Music

I have been listening to a lot of French music recently and let me tell you, it’s a bop.  A lot of it sounds really sad but I kind of love that about it, when I’m procrastinating, coloring or just chillin’ it’s some great background music.  I don’t have any idea what anyone is saying though.  Makes me really wish I knew at least some French.  One of my friends has been taking French at school for over four years and when I showed her the songs she could actually understand some of it!  She really wants to learn French fluently which is such an awesome opportunity.

When I went to Greece this last summer to a camp there they listening to a lot of French music.  Actually the modern Greeks have taken a lot of words from the French language for more modern and new things like the word bow tie.  For example, the word for bow tie.  In French it’s nœud papillon, while in Greek it’s παπιγιόν (papigion).  Papillon actually means butterfly while nœud means knot or bow so it literally means bow butterfly or butterfly bow if you think of how languages often switch the set up of sentences especially when compared to English.  

Back to French music, it all has a very similar sound to it.  Almost mellow and something you would hear in Forever 21 or Urban Outfitters.  It’s almost like runway fashion.  I can just imagine some model walking down the runway to some French music wearing Vogue, Gucci or so many other high end brands.  French music is really good so everyone who reads this: go listen to some.  I am warning you though, there is a certain mood for French music. 

Kristina Arabatzis

BUJO

Bullet Journaling is a habit I’ve been in the process of trying to pick up for a while now.  The aesthetic fonts, being able to set up your planner to exactly your needs and the usage of my stationary addiction have been some of the shining beacons on my journey to creating my very own bullet journal.  A habit I have sadly gone in an doubt of is planning my day every morning. I would think of all the tasks I have to do, even write them all down, and set times for when they had to be done. Although I rarely would stick to the original plan it gave me an idea of what my goals of that day were.  I’m hoping that if I stick to bullet journaling I can lead a more organized life, figure out when I need to get things done and just live a less stressful life because I’m kind of a mess right now.  

Actually saying I’m a mess is an understatement.  I’m struggling to decide what I want to do.  I mean I’m in AP call but do I even want to do anything with math anymore?  I actually made a list once of all the careers I’m interested in and one out of ten was a math and science related job.  I feel like this goal I’ve had my whole life was only because 

  1. My dads and engineer
  2. I would be making a lot of money 
  3. Only four years of college
  4. It seemed like a stable option 

But in reality I would be wasting my life away at something I don’t even know if I want to do.  Ugh. 

While at other times I’ve been so set on engineering.  I mean an architect designs the building but engineers have to make it happen.  They have to make sure the plumbing, electricity, that it stands and so much more of a building before anyone can set the foundation.  

Went a little off topic there…

Bullet Journaling is something that may sound stupid to some but I’m hoping that something like that will help me to organize my life and figure out what works best for me. 

Kristina Arabatzis

Why a “U.S. First” Foreign Relations Approach is a Poor Decision

 

Though a strictly “U.S. 1st” mentality regarding foreign relations is a good idea in theory, this mindset will lead to more issues in the future. To start, if the U.S. has no regard for other countries it would lead to increased tension in global relationships, which would then lead to countries becoming more hostile and less likely to cooperate with the U.S.’s needs. Additionally, by only being concerned about getting ahead, U.S. leaders may partner with dictators and other dangerous totalitarian leaders which would hurt other global causes like human rights efforts. Also, by only worrying about current US issues, present issues are taken care of while there are no efforts being put into preventing possible future large scale issues.

Secondly, a cooperative and interdependent world seems like a step in the right direction, but too much interdependence can have negative effects. To start, the U.S. would be giving too much control/power to other already powerful countries (ex: China), which would further tip the power scale against the U.S. Also, U.S. values and cultural aspects are very different from other nations and trying to further push cooperation would lead to more hostility. Furthermore, by pushing interdependence and cooperation the U.S. would be strengthening some similarly run democratic governments, but also be greatly aiding/strengthening tyrannical dictators and unfair leaders.

Finally, although we want to keep U.S. citizens safe, protecting the U.S. homeland is not the only issue of importance. By solely focusing on security issues, the U.S. would be turning a blind eye to even more serious issues that can’t be controlled by borders, such as the spread of the HIV/AIDS virus. Additionally, part of the reason why the U.S. has the world’s largest economy is because of our heavy dependence on trade relations with other countries. By selfishly only focusing on the issue of security at home, those crucial relationships (and our overall economic excellence) would be jeopardized. By being so consumed by security issues the U.S. would have to step back from important global commitments previously made with other countries, which would anger those countries leaders and cause more ruined global relationships.

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Fears

I find the fact that everyone’s fears are different quite amusing. How one day a person could go from fearless to fearful, in an instant, over something they didn’t even know existed prior to whatever awful experienced caused those feelings. I’m not sure anyone truly understands why we fear what we do, except for the person with those fears. Though judging sometimes can be the easy route, no one truly has any right, for fear is in everyone. There will always be people out there, who find the fact that you can’t get over the fear possessed within you, insane. There will always people out there that simply don’t understand why.  Up until about last week, I never really could find my fear. Sure, I didn’t like bugs, and I didn’t find clowns all that funny, but I never felt the trembling fear I had heard about in stories. Never felt so scared that I was simply paralyzed with fear. Of course that all changed the very first time I ate outside in Florida, when suddenly I was surrounded by birds. Each one starring with deathly black eyes, ready to pounce at any second, within an instance every bone in my body began to shake. Not only was I fearful of them being even remotely close to me, but also if they were to attack, one could get stuck in my hair, peck my eye out, kill me, WHO KNOWS. The worst part of all though, was that once I realized this fear, I had hidden within me, I think the birds did too. More and more I would notice them swarming near my general vicinity waiting to pounce at any second, knowing they didn’t have to do much to get me up out of my chair and moving in the opposite direction. I can’t truly explain why I fear birds the way I do. I can’t fully comprehend how cute photographed creatures can morph into monsters when within the surroundings of my person. All I really know is my fear, birds, and just like the birds that fear is not going away anytime soon.

Eve Holbrook

Dance House Productions : five stars

F0C8447A-4616-4B83-8004-6994B40F08C4Each Wednesday, Thursday, and Saturday I pick up my navy-blue drawstring bag and race to the Biddeford Mills. This is the location of Dance House Productions, the dance studio I consider my second home. One takes in the warm lights and the park benches almost immediately, a breath of fresh air from the mundaneness of the world outside. Music pounds from the dance class in progress, only ceasing for corrections and laughter. I love it here.

A friend recommended it to me in eighth grade. I had expressed an interest in the art, and she offered to take me to her jazz class. My parents had concerns, recalling stigma and toxicity from dance studios on television and in other places. But I went, and fell in love.

I was greeted by Nicki, who is both an owner and dance teacher. Her positive attitude and easy smile eased my anxieties right away (She continues to ease them to this day — I’ve been plagued with illness and injuries since the beginning of January, and Nicki has been nothing but accommodating). No one commented on my lackluster beginner skills, and I began to absorb the energy. There is a relaxing vibe, in that room, but not overly so: hard-work is still emphasized. I found peace at Dance House, and I’ve been attending ever since.

Perhaps this is why I’ve been so upset by the events as of late.

Let me explain: a parent of a ex-dancer left a one star review on Google, citing the fact that Nicki’s husband Jim is a “narcissist.” This is of no alarm, until forty other reviews with one star popped up in the following days, most of whom had never stepped inside our cozy lobby or talked to the owners themselves. Another dancer found it online and spread it around to their other friends. These kids left heart-warming five star reviews to help their happy place. It should’ve ended there, but more bad reviews popped up in retaliation. Another dance studio got involved in spreading the hate.

Malice has been found between this dance studio and Dance House before, but Nicki has always asked us to focus on the dancing and be civil. As long as I have known Nicki, she is prepared and ahead of the game. I mean, she has our whole June recital fully organized by January! This came out of nowhere, and has rocked the boat. This review rating is the first to pop up when “Dance House Productions” is entered into Google, and could mean decreasing business for the family and faculty who depend on the incomes.

It pains me to see good people having their livelihood unfairly attacked, people that I learn from six hours a week. But, I am hopeful that this will pass; the mystery is what will be the outcome left in the wake of this mess.

I simply want to dance, and I think everyone at Dance House Productions would agree too.

Nicole Cyr

It is scary how this generation— generally speaking—values materialistic items and wealth more than things that actually matter.

For example, there is this brand: Supreme. By now, most people have caught onto the fact of how STUPID it is and how much it is exploiting kids and teens into spending money on meaningless stuff. A lot of money. $100 for an axe. $500 for a sweatshirt. That sweatshirt better be paying my car insurance if it’s worth that much. What 13 year old needs and axe? Or a crow bar? Yes, Supreme sold crow bars too. And they sold out at a concerning speed. People get so hyped about the exclusivity of this stupid, (and honestly genius) brand, that they would stop at nothing, to be a part of it, and own something with Supreme on it, even if it was a brick. Yes, they sold bricks too. You can find them on eBay for $1000.

What does this say about our generation? How easily can we be fooled to follow trends as stupid as Supreme, just to be considered more cool because you could afford to buy a $500 hoodie. What does that say about the people that look up to those people, based solely on the fact that they can afford an overpriced hoodie. Are we that shallow? I understand that the majority of the people being exploited are younger and don’t exactly have a good understanding of the concept of money yet, but what happens when all the people who are aware of this issue are gone. Who’s going to teach future generations of this if this is our foundation?

Just Some Worries that I Have

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I am gay I never see anyone like me at school dances. Maybe they’re there and I simply can’t see them amidst the throngs of bodies in the hot gym, but when the love song from ten years ago comes on over the speakers, there are no girls like me on the floor holding each other close. Instead, I stand with my back against the stage, jealous of those that don’t think about holding their lover’s hand while people are around, aren’t conscious of everything that they do together.

I am gay and I am scared, terrified that the wrong person will hear me talking to my friends about the girl I like and track me down later and hurt me for it. I have a creeping sensation in my belly that makes it hurt, one that tells me I will never be safe no matter where I go, not all of the time anyway. I am aware of the things I say when I am not surrounded by people I trust, and even then I fear someone vile will overhear. I am very aware of how I look, about how it is not hard to tell. I am afraid of people that want to hurt me, that could hurt me, of men who see me as an object and only push harder when I say “no, I like girls.”

I am gay and my own grandparents can’t even stand it, turning their own antiquated attitudes into something that is my fault, saying that I was keeping an incredible secret and lying to them. They say these horrible things and further turn it into a fact of a disrespectful young degenerate when I tell them I don’t want to sit down and have a meal.

I am gay and I am scared, scared that my loudness will get me into trouble, that my short cropped hair will give me away, that I might be left alone at the wrong time and something will happen. I have this hopeless feeling that things will always be this way but for me and others’ sake, I hope that I am wrong.

   

Fatigue

  “How are you?” asks a polite acquaintance.

       The answer is tired. Tired like always.

       “Good,” you reply with a smile, because, no matter how much it pretends to be, tired is not the right word. This feeling won’t be cured by a full night’s rest.

       Fatigued would be more accurate, medically. In some classes you struggle to keep your eyes open even though you got 8 hours of sleep the night before. Talking, walking, and working drains energy you didn’t think you had. Your good days are the equivalent of your younger self’s worst. You can’t remember what it feels like to wake up with more energy than you had the night before.

        A common side effect of mental and physical illnesses, fatigue has followed you like a shadow since your diagnosis. The meds that control your symptoms only heighten the feeling. Around you, the world moves at a speed too fast for your struggling mind and body to keep up.

      Eventually, you come across someone with the same illness, and the same side effects. Something that you’ve never considered comes to mind after you finish the conversation. In your battle against your fatigue and your illness as a whole, you are not alone.

       The next day, when someone asks you how you are, you smile. Though you’re tired, it’s genuine. In spite of the fatigue, you woke up this morning. You saw your family, and will be surrounded by friends for much of your day. You are tired, exhausted, fatigued: but you are alive. You know that there are others fighting with you. “Good,” you respond, and you mean it.

Stressed Out

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Some may argue that the our high school years are some of the most defining years in our lives. For many of high schoolers, we are looking to the future wondering where to go, and what we are supposed to do with our lives. While many adults consider the social and educational aspects of high school to be less significant as our lives progress, but at this point in time high school can be causing us the most stress both socially and academically.

For many of us we think that if we don’t receive good grades, we won’t get into a good university, therefore no decent job and that all equals an undesirable life. This is simply not true, however we often times have our perspective out of focus. So how can we deal with what seems to be an overwhelming amount of stress?

Many students will find themselves procrastinating, stretching themselves to thin or getting into physically bad habits like biting their nails. However, none of these things bring any solution to the table or relieve our stress.

Instead we should look to practicing several effective tactics. The first being our mindset. Although we should be striving to achieve our personal best, we must remember that it is just a grade and not the end of the world. A score or our popularity should not define who we are as people. The next tactic is that motion equals emotion. As soon as we focus in on the important tasks of the day we can eliminate procrastination and the build up of stress. As soon as we start working, instant relief is allowed to seep through us.

With these couple of simple tools, we can equip ourselves with what we need to achieve our best in school, while still enjoying living our lives. This is not to say that high school will be easy, but hopefully with a new mindset we can believe that we have what it takes to take on the challenge and ace it!

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