Hannah - Week 3

I saw this shirt in the Paper Store, and I couldn't decide whether it was funny, offensive, or just plain weird. I asked a few of my bisexual friends, and got mixed answers. Is this a joke at the expense of bisexuals? Alcoholics? Both? Neither?

Bella Week 3

I don’t know why, but I was in criminal minds class today, when it just hit me. Anything can happen at any time. Murphy's Law, anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. As a child I used to be fascinated and frightened, quite frankly, about the idea of an asteroid hitting earth. It could happen any second- even as I’m writing this- and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. Unless superheroes are real, but I highly doubt that, call me cynical. I just don’t think the odds are in our favor of finding radioactive spiders able to give superhuman powers. I don’t know, the whole experience in class just gave me an off feeling. Sure, it got ideas turning, but it also sent chills down my spine. Who’s to say when an asteroid could actually hit earth, or a zombie epidemic breaks out. Just some food for thought.

Elaina - 2

1. The college process is so stressful and there is so much riding on seniors right now. i don’t think anyone really understands this kind of feeling besides us; the ones going through it 

Teagan-2

I suddenly find myself loving country music.  I can’t pinpoint a specific moment when I realized I loved it, I simply turned on my phone and said to myself “I think I’ll listen to some country music today”.  And I have listened to country every day since. Funny how things like this happen, we change overnight and don’t even understand why. We just wake up, and are different.  I’m not complaining though, I really love country music (shoutout to Thomas Rett and Sam Hunt).

Claire Shea – Week 2

The notebook in front of me is green, the color of limes and pine needles. Green like tree frogs, or springtime, or Sprite bottles. Green can mean other things, too, like the last two zucchini in a grocery store or the green stoplight above the scene of a crash. It's the color that our eyes capture best, it's everywhere around us, it's hard to do anything else when you're looking at the cover of your notebook and getting lost in a whirl of green.

Alicia-2

I could't find my lab notebook today, which is distressing because it's a major part of our grade in bio. Usually, when I lose things and can't find them easily, I just wait until I come across them. It's worked out pretty well for me so far. I feel like this approach could apply to a lot of aspects of our lives. I just mean that if we worry about certain things less instead of trying to control every little thing, we'd be better off. Like running, if you agonize constantly over the support on your shoes, your form, when and how you should train, what to eat or not eat before a race, it usually doesn't end up making things any better.

p.s. I found my notebook about ten seconds after I wrote then entry. It was in my accordion folder the whole time.

Bri Gurney Week 2

Dissociative Identity Disorder is a disorder that is caused by PTSD and is commonly misunderstood as schizophrenia. It can also be called Multiple Identity Disorder and you don’t commonly see stories written from the perspective of someone with the disorder. People with this disorder have also been portrayed as villains, monsters, or crazy people.