The Road to Valentine’s Day

This is what comes up when I search Valentine’s Day in Google. Sickening, isn’t it? So artificial. So cliche. So fake. I don’t exactly consider myself a “pink” kind of girl. Meaning I’m not into frill and gross heart covered flowers. I don’t understand why society has deemed it necessary to artificially schedule a day…

Turning Ideas into Reality

My high school was created with an outdoor bowl area, where student were intended to eat lunch and school assemblies could be held. This is the current state of the bowl. It’s fine. I guess. Except that there aren’t enough seats for the student body, the stage is too small for dance, band, theater, or…

What Makes Memories

Think back to three days ago, and try to remember what you ate for lunch. Not too hard? Okay, what about three weeks ago? Chances are, you probably won’t remember. I recently found a birthday card that I wrote for my little brother when he turned four; I was eight at the time. The birthday…

The Literal Meaning is Ambiguous

Duck or Rabbit? Young Lady or Old Woman? Faces or Vase? All of the above pictures are ambiguous, and I stared at all of them for a long time until I saw both of the images. I read an essay recently by Stanley Fish that heavily discussed what literal meanings were and how ambiguity comes…

Striving for…disappointment?

We all know the myth of Sisyphus- He was punished for all eternity to roll a rock up a mountain only to have it roll back down when he reaches the top. Now, in this situation, Sisyphus is not choosing to strive for failure, but in effect, that is what he is doing. However, there is…

The Art of Communication

Recently, my English class all sat in class with Google Chrome books and had an online twitter chat together. At first, I found it strange because we were all communicating while staring at a computer screen. My initial thoughts were that we had been turned into zombies who were incapable of actually having human interaction.…

Are you prepared?

We’ve all experienced that terrible moment when you know you studied as hard as you could for a test and you watch the teacher grade it, red ink smearing across your paper. You instantly begin to think about everything you could have done differently. And then you realize, you couldn’t have done anything differently. You…