Isabelle week 11

At night I get really confused, I have absolutely no perception of time, the house is silent, and I just generally have no idea what's going on. I still have yet to figure out why this happens but I'd like to figure it out so I'm not so confused all the time.

Isabelle week 10

Motivation only comes late at night when I'm starting to get ready for bed and I don't usually act on this random burst of motivation but it's amazing what I could get done if I did act on it.

Carter Week 11

Mount Washington just got snow last night (as of June 3rd). How crazy to think here we are, in June, and yet 70 miles away mountains are getting snow. Weather is crazy! Welcome to the Wacky Weather capital of the world.

Week 11- Nick

 Don’t tell everybody unless you know for sure.

Week 10-Nick

“And we are determined here to work and fight until justice runs down like water, and righteousness like a mighty stream” (Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)

Mehlhorn 11

It’s sad to have things end. I know people say to be glad that it happened rather than morn the end. I tend to be someone who remembers things so I’ll always be the person to miss something once it’s gone. Today I realized that one of the biggest parts of my life is coming to an end, and somehow all I feel is pure liberation.

Hannah Uler - Post 11

A content creator I used to idolize (and have recently gone back to idolizing) came out as gay yesterday in a 45 minute long YouTube video. The response has been overwhelming: all of his fans crying and smiling and feeling that much safer because someone they respect is like them and supporting them. I was a fan of him when I was starting my own coming out process, and knowing that he's gay now makes me feel a little better about myself. This post doesn't make any sense, but it's okay.

Anyway, we're here, we're queer, we're full of existential fear.

Meghana Week 11

I was waiting for my dad after my guitar class on Saturday. I was sitting on a bench, playing on my phone, when I heard a little toddler and his grandfather approaching. The kid appeared the be very interested in my guitar, which I gladly showed it to him. His grandfather laughed and explained that the boy loved music, and I let him strum a few strings while the grandfather and I talked. I told him about jazz, some songs I knew, and for how long I'd been playing. Upon his insistence, I played a simple and quick melody for the boy.
The kid's face lit up every time I played a chord. It reminded me of when I first picked up the guitar, and I was hit with a huge wave of nostalgia that I still haven't been able to get over.

Meghana Week 10

"The silk kisses her fingertips like gossamer. It's too delicate - much too so - and she's afraid that if she continues her sewing, continues to weave in colors, it'll disintegrate. But when the fabric slips between her calloused fingers, she swears she feels a tugging. As if the fabric is beckoning her to touch it, pulling her fingertips into the perpetual motion of stitching.

She sets it back up upon the table. The silk tickles her palm, kisses her wounds. It is an ointment to the years of struggling and practice, the cuts and bruises which will remain like an artist's brush strokes on the canvas that is her skin. A balm to mollify her anxiety.

She inhales, closes her eyes, and allows her body to move in a steady dance between her and the cloth."

Meghana Week 9

"And maybe it had always been like that. Maybe that's what he and everyone else had come to accept. How he and his twin brother were two halves of the same whole. They were mirroring images, enough alike to call them a perfect pair. What once, as young boys they had vehemently protested, had finally assimilated into their lives with tepid acceptance. They were alike. In most cases, physically, and in others, emotionally. It was some sort of cosmic, divine proclamation. That he and his twin were to remain identical, a copy of whichever twin came first.
But now, as he watches the woman he loves cling onto his brother's arm, blushing and laughing alongside his mirror image, he wonders if they were always so different after all."

Meghana Week 8

This week, I got waitlisted for AP Physics.
And now I know what rejection feels like.
I had been really excited for the class. I love physics and I intend on pursuing engineering in college. The rational part of me knows that getting waitlisted for one class isn't the 'end-all-be-all', but that's not changing the stickly, blue feeling in my chest. There's this pit weighing down on my ribs, and my arteries are all twisted up in knots.
I'm not sad, and I'm not hurt either. Or maybe I am, and my body hasn't realized it yet. I've never really been in love before, and my life usually works out how I plan it. So this is the first time some major, unsolvable wrench has been thrown into my plans and left me confused and a bit lost.
If getting waitlisted feels this bad, then how much worse is being rejected by your crush? Or breaking up with your partner?

Week 6 - Meghana Vadassery

My guitar teacher and I were talking the other day. I've always maintained a level of formality with him, even though he's not that much older than me. Anyways, we were chatting about our music tastes, and the conversation soon diverged into our favorite shows, video games, and whatnot. The more passionate we became, the more we found ourselves edging onto curse words, until the two of us were openly swearing. I swear with my friends all the time, but I've never done the same with an adult. And yet, here the two of us were, exchanging language foul enough to have my mother in tears of shame.

Looking back, it was an insignificant event. However, I felt that by letting ourselves drop that invisible boundary between teacher-and-student, even for just a couple of minutes, we got to know one another much better. I still do respect him and treat him as an instructor, but I'm beginning to warm up to him as a friend. Even though he's almost ten years older than me, we share the same mentality. Pretty funny, right?

Week 11 Laura

I cannot count all the ways in which I have been taught to keep my lips sealed tight, smothering the words within, Destroying the movement of the vowells across my tongue, vibrating out of my throat, the words that must remain unsaid.

Prisha - Week 9

There's something interesting about writing from the point of view of a pregnant character that knows that they have to give up their child as soon as it's born. There's so much pain and longing there that's so hard to unwrap in words.
There's a book I read which explored the mind of a mother after giving her child up for adoption, and it's so painful. She knows that the kid wouldn't be good with her, and she wouldn't be good with the kid, but there's still a part of her that would give everything up to protect her kid.
I just wish I remembered the name of that book.

Prisha - Week 10

I'm always fascinated by characters that get so old that they start acting like they're young again. Characters like the Doctor (especially Matt Smith and Jodie Whittaker, tbh) who seem so youthful and energetic, but are hiding all that loss and age except for in really tense situations.

Prisha - Week 11

I always get really annoyed at the idea of straight pride. What do you need a parade for? Not being kicked out of your family? Not having to risk being fired for your sexuality?
Pride is about celebrating the history of our community, about all the people who have had to fight to get to where we are now. Straight, cisgender people have never had to fight because of their sexuality or gender identity the way we have. Just let us have our rainbow march.

Ali -Week 11

I used to think that love was all about finding happiness and beauty from the things around you. Uncontrollable smiles and grace and joy at all times. But what I discovered is that’s not love, that’s admiration. Putting something up on a pedestal constantly hoping it doesn’t fall. Every mistake teetering the idol, bringing it closer to falling and shattering. I mistook control for love in my own mind, subconsciously begging the things around me to stay the same, to be absolutely perfect. I fell in love with nature for the fresh scent of trees would always fill my lungs with purity and music would always make my soul at ease. But today I recognized what love really is. Love is knowing someone can leave at any time and likely will leave someday yet giving them your heart and soul anyways. Love is taking risks for the sake of temporary happiness whether that happiness lasts a day, a week, a month, or a lifetime.

Ali -Week 10

Goldfish used to be my favorite snack and now I can hardly stand them. Ice cream is the same way for me now. It’s bizarre because I used to love these foods and now my body feels so much better without it. A healthy body leads to a healthy mind so I guess this is how it be now.

Ali -Week 9

I tried on my dress and I felt like Cinderella. I always desired to be a princess, not sure why I wanted to be the one that cleans a lot though. My mom finds it hilarious that I desire to be like the one my habits oppose.

Ali -Week 8

Magic isn't really simply about fairy tales full of princesses or knights in shining armour. Magic is about taking what you have and making it into a beautiful world full of adventure and incredible experiences that fill you with joy, sadness, disbelief, and awe.

Ali -Week 7

I have decided I want to be a more positive person. I started a happiness and gratitude journal where I can reflect on my day without judgement and can try to find positives in my day. Maybe this will be my hobby.

Ali -Week 6

When I close my eyes, I see it. I see the world rushing forward. I feel my breath punching me in the lungs. I hear the helpless squealing of the brakes and the loud collision of metal on metal. I hear my scream echoing around the car and a definitive shout of words that should never be spoken in front of my mother. My whole body shook like it had never shook before. I felt like my heart was going to explode.

Week 11 Anthony

We as juniors are on the eve of young adulthood, though this does not mean we cannot continue our years of childishness, (Just try to suppress that part of yourself , or don't?).

Week 10 Anthony

Language and art are both meant to communicate but also exist for admiration, though which does both the best? My answer to this is Language; it is the most concise form of communication and out of this communication art (beauty) can be sprouted.

Week 9 Anthony

Should language be policed? How can we suppress hate speech whilst maintaining the complete freedom of speech in this country? Is the only way to do so at the sacrifice of one of our core values?; is the end to free speech the sacrifice that which has to be made to end hate speech?  This has been on my mind lately as more and more words become politically incorrect.

Week 8 Anthony

Lots of artists, musicians, poets, writers, singers etc. are a little strange; does the pursuit of perfection in these areas cause this or am I strange for thinking it?

Week 7 Anthony

I went to the MFA today in Boston, outside there were geese. The geese did not move when I approached them, the city environment had so deeply degraded their primal instincts as geese. In the wild geese usually hiss and run at the sight of humans. Has modern civilization done the same, and to such a degree to humans as it has done to geese in the city?