In 2005 my mother and I moved from our spacious apartment in the thick of olde city, right under my grandmother, to a compact half-house in Woodlynne, a town bordering the well-known area of Collingswood. My house had a yard surrounding it on all sides, and dividing us from the neighbors was a wall, just thin enough for us to hear the conversations had just next door. I never listened, but the option was enough to make me feel like a spy.
I didn’t speak with anyone in my new neighborhood for the entire summer leading up to kindergarten. I did everything that I did then in a usual summer - go to the beach with my dad, visit my grandfather with my mom, etc. The entire time, I was anticipating what my school would be like. I lived a block away from it, and it was only kindergarten, but a change that big is enough to worry anyone. This was a new grade, how much different would it be? Would I be as smart as the other kids? Would I start getting challenging homework? My mind raced with questions, anxiety fuelling them the whole way.
This feeling was not one I expected to encounter multiple times throughout my life. My family- immediate and extended - is one that is constantly moving around, migrating from one place to another every year or two, waiting to settle down until further into their lives. My brother had changed schools every year in elementary and middle school, my mother moved around on a boat from continent to continent, sailing the seven seas, and my brother’s mom takes vacations a couple times a month to various places. It wasn’t until later that I realized this, for the time being I had thought that I moved around the same amount everyone else did. Granted, I didn’t move the extremity that my family did, but it was still enough to have an impact on me.
When I was younger, on days where my friends were busy I would watch TV shows, mostly sitcoms. It was something to pass the time, passively listening to the theme whenever a new episode started. Being young, I had few cares about how my life would be later down the line, never stopping to appreciate what I had, a very solid friend group who I envisioned myself with always.
Over the years, I had switched schools multiple times, and moved on from elementary into high school. I had long since moved away from my tight-knit group of friends from Woodlynne, and had been longing for another. Of course, there were many people in my schools that I had considered friends, and a few that had earned the title of “best friend”, but I had yet to discover another group like previous, mirroring the casts as seen on TV from my childhood. At first, I thought that acting like one of the characters would naturally lead me to this elusive group of friends - that didn’t work. Then I tried to talk to people I’d never spoken to or hung out with before - it seems there was a reason we didn’t talk much in the first place. And after trying and failing multiple times with other methods, I began to wonder if I’d ever truly fit in. I enjoyed the people around me - don’t get me wrong - but I never felt a strong connection to anyone, and I was just wandering through life, it felt like. I always envisioned people in high school to have cliques and groups that they slowly settled into, but it seemed that it wouldn’t be that simple.
In sophomore year, I joined the Cross Country team for no apparent reason other than to look better on college applications. I was speaking with the people on the team when we started talking about what we did in our free time
“I usually just listen to podcasts like Sleepycabin”
Something in my brain clicked when I heard those words, and I became ecstatic. It was like seeing an old friend and reconnecting. Though he likely forgot within the week, it was special to me.
“You like them too? No way!”
It’s something insignificant, no one aside from me would have noticed or cared, but I had never found another person who had liked or even known about something like that, and to me, this was very special. After having a long talk about all the ins and outs of the show, we started talking more, eventually leading to hanging out. To most people, finding someone else who shares an interest would be a nice surprise, but to me it felt like finding an old friend to talk to.
Having a group of people you consider close friends is a very special thing, and something to be cherished. You may not be able to hold the same group of friends throughout your whole life, but it’s important to hold onto that for as long as possible, appreciating the consistency of friends, enjoying the same old things you did last week.
Authoritarian ideals, systems, and people are thought by many with more democratic minds to be detrimental to society, and rightly so. After all, they are largely conflicting ideologies on opposite sides of the government spectrum. While this opinion will likely never dissipate, one may analyze why it is that there is such a great fear for those opposite each other. When there is conflict regarding governing systems, the conflict often stems from fear of those who will abuse the power they are given. To soothe these fears, people create rules and laws. However, the people who create these laws the ones who these very laws serve most. People create rules primarily so that they can attain more power.
William Golding’s book “Lord Of The Flies” is filled with metaphors about the establishment of our modern government and social structure. One particular boy, Jack, represents the “evil” that all man has. Jack and his hunters are coming back from a failed hunt. They enter a meeting, and Jack quickly assumes authority by slamming a knife into a tree. He picks up a shell and establishes a new rule. “I’ll give the conch to the next person to speak.”(33)This is followed by people objecting, but Jack overpowering them, and people soon getting riled up and agreeing with him. At first glance, this may appear to be Jack being thoughtful of the group and attempting to create order, but looking more into detail will show that Jack is looking out for himself, and giving himself more power.
Golding, William. Lord Of The Flies. New York: Penguin, 2006.
“Hello class, take a moment to settle down before I begin the lecture. So let’s talk about life, yes? Life’s purpose has been sought after by many philosophers, nearly all of them. A large amount of the theories of the purpose of life are typically something akin to this quote, by Fyodor Dostoyevsky, ‘The mystery of human existence lies not in just staying alive, but in finding something to live for.’
*Brief, contemplative pause, then a heavy sigh*
I’m tired of this. I can’t recall how many times I’ve said those exact words, and they hold no real meaning. I’m just spewing bullshit I read in a textbook because my superiors told me to. I’m wasting my time here. None of you fucking care.
You come to this class because you think you’re better than the rest of mankind, like you’re somehow more unique than the rest of the population because you “think too much” or because you “understand the deeper meaning of life”. But Here’s the thing about life - there’s no god damn point. You’re born, you live, and you die. All the while just eating and shitting and doing what you’re told, assuming that greatness will fall into your lap because you for some reason deserve it, or because you worked harder.
Well tough shit, the universe owes you nothing. You’re just lazy so you follow a study that makes you feel superior to others and that you can brag about to your peers while you sit in your chair writing something Plato would be proud of. That’s not going to happen. That’s not going to happen because next thing you know you’re 45, depressed, tired, and stuck in a shitty job that doesn’t pay well talking to kids who don’t really care about what you think.
I had dreams too, you know. I was exactly like you. I wanted to be a remarkable, memorable figure in history. I wanted to be remembered for all my interesting and wonderfully new contemplative thoughts. I got out of college, and life kicked me to the curb. I didn’t have any jobs lined up, my major in philosophy was useless, and I hadn’t learned a single thing over the past 4 years. Do you know what you can do with a major in philosophy? Teach philosophy. It’s a completely irrelevant field of study that just feeds into itself. Have you noticed that almost every great philosopher has written multiple books? Why didn’t any of you just take writing classes? That wouldn’t have been very helpful either, but at least you would have SOME sort of skill. You could’ve written for - oh I don’t know - newspapers.
I’m not even angry at you. I don’t care about any of you - you’re not relevant to my life. I’m moreso angry at myself for being so arrogant and foolish as to not only get a superfluous degree, but then feed into an idiotic cycle, keeping it going. I’m sad that I lacked the foresight to see why philosophy was a shit major. I could’ve been a lawyer or something. A job equally soul-crushing but at least I’d be paid well. I fear I may have lost my mental stability - I mean here I am, standing in front of a room full of twenty-somethings, not even listening to me when I’m clearly going off topic. None of you are listening! I walk up and smack one of you and you wouldn’t even notice! Ugh, what’s the point. I may as well just stick to the lesson plan while I’m here, no use screaming when no one is listening.
Mi abuela y mis mascotas
Mi principal familia
Un secundario familia
De extrovertidos Judíos
Oigo gritó alrededor me
Veo simular sonreír
Huelo el mentiras
Yo no comprendo
Saboreo sal en el aire
Toco el tensión
“Hablo” con mi madre
Hago un viaje
Leo el señala
Somos llamaremos “Fine”
Somos siempre ocupado
When I started making this project, I thought that I would go with a cinematic approach, but soon realized that as I continued making the project, I kept moving farther away from this, finally ending up with a product semblant of a flag. In the picture of the woman, it's bleeding on both the upper and right sides. I changed the opacity of each statement as to show the viewer what was more important to focus on. I’m happy with how this turned out because it looks good design-wise.
Me llamo Lucien
A veces, soy
trabajador y cómico
De vez en cuando, me encanta leer,
jugar videojuegos y escuchar música
No soy ni serio
- a photo
- an intro paragraph including name, age and origin
- a paragraph about their physical characteristics and personality
- a paragraph about their likes and dislikes
- words from the "Más Palabras para Ti" page of your unit packet. BOLD THEM.
- Close with a question. Your choice! You can ask the reader about their personality, about their likes/dislikes. You can ask if they like specific things (¿Te gusta...?).
- Today in class we watched a video on bullying, created by the "I am a witness" campaign. This video, in my opinion, is stupid. Granted, I've never really been bullied in real life, people online have tried to bully me. Honestly, I don't understand why people care because whenever people try to insult me online, I just mess with them until they get really frustrated and give up. To me, this is hilarious, and all of those people are just morons. When people take these words to heart, I'm very confused, and I assume it's because they don't use the internet much. If you use the internet a lot, make any sort of content, play games, or really do anything online, after a week or two you learn what to take to heart and what not to. It gives you a thick skin, and you don't care anymore. This is the reason that when something "bad" happens to me, I just brush it off. If it happens to someone else, I'm confused if they're legitimately hurt, in a metaphorical sense. When you google my name, you get many results in images for boxers, after a few pictures of projects that I've made. Besides this, you see my Facebook and Google+ page. After this, you see nothing relating to me, and every name is different from mine. But to people that know me online, I just seem like a guy who likes video-games. People perceive me different based on how well they know me, as well as how they are discovering me. People will constantly talk about how "internet trolls" are malicious people who are psychopaths etc. They may be, however, usually they are just people who don't have anything to do, and so they use their time to just see others get angry, frothing at the mouth. Usually, people just ignore them and don't care, and someone who regularly uses the internet and is a part of the community knows how to spot one. The positive side of anonymity is that you can have privacy even online, and not everything you do or say needs to be seen by everyone. The negative side of anonymity is that sometimes, people can leave rude comments and won't have to deal with consequences. I'd like to end this post with one thing: you will not have more knowledge on a subject that someone who is at the core of that subject. I'm not saying that I'm the absolute expert, but you won't know exactly what happens if you only look at the information and don't experience it. The image In this post is of what every "troll" on the internet is. A stupid angry kid.