Each year, in December, I start to think about my goals for the upcoming year. I used to write long lists of resolutions, but was then perpetually disappointed when I wasn't able to fulfill all of them (who has time to run for 100 days in a row?). Then, for a while, each member of my family would choose one word that we hoped would represent the new year (I'd make little wood signs with each word because I love to paint and use my Cricut machine).
As I think of 2017, I realize that there is one area of my life that I want to focus on and that is my life as a writer. Before I was married and had children, I used to write all the time. I would fill journals with thoughts, poetry, and drawings, but then suddenly- I just stopped. Despite the fact that I still collect journals (and bookmarks) because I LOVE THEM, I wasn't writing.
So, in 2017, I want to write every single day. But, I know that I won't have time for that and it makes me sad. Then I heard about something called Bullet Journaling.
Bullet Journaling is supposed to be a way to quickly organize plans, activities and thoughts. I loved this idea and I'm ready to go.
First, I purchased a fun planner that had enough room for me to bullet journal on each day of the year.
Thursday, December 22, 2016
Why I Hate New Years by Chloe Caldi
New Years is a holiday that is enjoyed by many people of all ages. Because it is shortly after Christmas, it contributes to the overall spirit of the holidays, and is the beginning of yet another year. Unlike a lot of the people I know, January first is my least favorite holiday. Yes, that's right, I hate New Years. Hate it. I would never consider myself a grinch or scrooge, I love Christmas and all holidays in general. However, New Years has always been an annoyance to me, and overall depressing, for a plethora of reasons.
First of all, my parents don't like the holiday. They used to own a bar, and therefore are hyper sensitive to alcoholics (also due to a dramatic family history - buying a bar was probably not their best business venture). They couldn't stand the people who would come out late December 31st and get hammered; cutting people off is not a fun thing to do. Since a very young age (probably 4) my sister and I would hear the many stories of men who would frequently get into bar fights (that my dad was responsible for breaking up), women who would drink excessively and then attempt to drive their children home (my mom used to give these kids some ice cream while the police were dealing with their mom), and young adults who were kicking off their newfound freedom by guzzling down drink after drink. These stories were told to let us know that that was not who we wanted to be, and that none of those late nights spent at a bar were worth our physical and mental health.
Despite disliking the holiday, my mom worked it every single year. Every New Years as a kid was spent without my mom, who (to her dismay) had no choice but to work. It was always depressing, although both of my parents still tried to make it fun for us. In spite of my parents' effort, I don't hold many fond memories of this post-Christmas event.
I also despise New Years resolutions, because most of them don't stick. Someone might work harder at what they're trying to improve about themselves during the month of January, but not many are able to stay with it throughout the year. It might sound cynical of me, but I think people should cut it out, and make the changes they want to see in themselves at any point in the year. My mom is a big believer in a "get up and go" attitude, and I suppose I feel the same way.
Although my reasoning for disliking the holiday that is the beginning of a new year is quite possibly overwhelming, I do believe it is fair. Sorry January First, I don't think you'll ever be my favorite day of the year. Either way, sitting around in boredom is never fun, so this year I'm trying something new. My parents have enthusiastically agreed to allow a bunch of friends to come over to celebrate. Before my night time celebration, I am volunteering to help work at a daytime party for senior citizens. Giving back and ending the night with friends and family is a positive change to how I have previously spent the holiday. I am hoping to turn around my attitude towards this holiday, and enjoy myself and time with my friends and family. I don't think New Years will ever be my favorite holiday, but I'm going to attempt to greatly lessen my dislike of it.
Despite disliking the holiday, my mom worked it every single year. Every New Years as a kid was spent without my mom, who (to her dismay) had no choice but to work. It was always depressing, although both of my parents still tried to make it fun for us. In spite of my parents' effort, I don't hold many fond memories of this post-Christmas event.
I also despise New Years resolutions, because most of them don't stick. Someone might work harder at what they're trying to improve about themselves during the month of January, but not many are able to stay with it throughout the year. It might sound cynical of me, but I think people should cut it out, and make the changes they want to see in themselves at any point in the year. My mom is a big believer in a "get up and go" attitude, and I suppose I feel the same way.
Although my reasoning for disliking the holiday that is the beginning of a new year is quite possibly overwhelming, I do believe it is fair. Sorry January First, I don't think you'll ever be my favorite day of the year. Either way, sitting around in boredom is never fun, so this year I'm trying something new. My parents have enthusiastically agreed to allow a bunch of friends to come over to celebrate. Before my night time celebration, I am volunteering to help work at a daytime party for senior citizens. Giving back and ending the night with friends and family is a positive change to how I have previously spent the holiday. I am hoping to turn around my attitude towards this holiday, and enjoy myself and time with my friends and family. I don't think New Years will ever be my favorite holiday, but I'm going to attempt to greatly lessen my dislike of it.
Tuesday, December 20, 2016
Just How Lucky We Are by Carlie Wilson
It’s Christmas time. A season of holiday lights, food, Santa Claus, snow, music, and of course, the presents. When I was younger, Christmas was my favorite time of the year, probably because I knew that every year I would be waking up to a pile of gifts under the tree with everything that I wanted and a delicious meal was waiting for me at my grandmother’s house.
When I moved to South Africa in fifth grade I quickly learned that Christmas is not all that it is cut out to be. No Christmas lights on houses, carols on the radio and in the store were rare, and Santa Claus was non-existent. In seventh grade I was given the opportunity to volunteer at a local elementary school once a month. On our visits there, we would simply read them books and sometimes we even played games with them. On our trip in December we were all asked to bring a gift and a book for our book buddies. I decided to buy my book buddy a barbie doll and some children's reading and writing books that would help her with her English that she was, at the time, trying to learn. Upon arrival, I was really excited to give her the Barbie doll because when I was younger, playing barbie with my sisters was what I spent almost all of my free time doing and I wanted her to be able to experience the same thing. When I gave her the gifts, she immediately pulled out the books, set the barbie aside and excitedly continued to flip the the pages of the book and then went on to show her friends the books leaving the barbie doll forgotten on the table. It was very interesting to see how much more appreciative she was of the books than of the doll. For me it was quite the opposite. When my mom bought science books, world maps, Are You Smarter Than A 5th Grader video games, BrainPop quiz books, the Rocket Science kits, and even Junie B. Jones books, though I was appreciative of them, I had received them every year, throughout the year, and had loads of them stacked up in our playroom. My focus was the on the bikes, American Girl dolls, the Wii, Easy Bake ovens, and Play Dough sets.
When I came back to America I realized how much we materialize Christmas time. It was almost overwhelming to see how much time and efforts are put into a time that has lost it’s real meaning. Don’t get me wrong, I still love Christmas time and enjoy the gifts that I receive, but it is hard to see Christmas the same when I have witnessed people who are unable to find a book under the tree (if they even have one at all) when they wake up in the morning. It just doesn't seem right.
Monday, December 19, 2016
The Week Before Break by Sarah West
The air is cold, the festive lights shine bright,
people smile and laugh all through the night,
yet as the children frolic in the fresh snow,
we are stuck inside, in our homes.
Although we'd love to join in the fun,
there is just too much work that needs to be done.
Instead of holiday cookies, we make study guides,
And instead of carols we memorize formulas and outlines.
We work on projects instead of watching classic movies,
instead of spending time with family we must fulfill our duties.
As students, we always put school work first,
even when the constant stress over grades is the worst.
So still we continue to study late as all of the teachers cram
as many tests into the week before break as they can.
We don't even get to slow down during the best time of the year,
when we should be enjoying all of the holiday cheer.
Saturday, December 17, 2016
How to Have the Perfect Relationship (of all kinds) By: Alyssa Stouch
The following advice is based off the social experiment survey we constructed in class. After asking multiple subjects of all ages "What do you look for in a relationship?" I was able to come to this conclusion...
'Reelin' em in'
The key to attracting any type of friend or partner is appeal. People should enjoy your company and even crave it. Positivity is one of the most attractive features of any guy or girl. Most of those seeking a new relationship like to be around those who make them happy, can put a smile on their face, or make them laugh without trying. Now you're probably wondering how to accomplish these tasks, and the answer is quite simple but a bit cliche. Just be yourself!!! There is nothing more important than that. As stressed in every Disney Channel movie about teen love, you want to find someone who is compatible with your true self not who you pretend to be. However, also keep in mind you want to be sure you present your best self! So put on that smile, and make sparks fly. The happier you live your life the more good will come your way!
'Keepin' em Hooked'
Congratulations! You have successfully baited your target and have started a relationship. Hopefully, you both want this to last and in order to do so, you both need to put the effort in. No one said it was going to be easy, but the formula to a healthy relationship isn't really all that complex. There are only a few main rules to follow when maintaining the connection. Sure, you could listen to a playlist of love songs for 75 years straight without replaying the same one twice, but they aren't all that different and most desire the same three concepts: Trust, Security, and pleasure. To start, many subjects stated they preferred to be with someone they trusted and felt comfortable opening up to. Sharing personal information can lead to beautiful connections between two individuals but if one is not trustworthy, it can result in disaster. With trust also comes loyalty; everyone wants to know their partner will choose them first and over anyone else without a thought. We all know there is nothing worse than realizing you are the second choice of the one you put at the top of your list. So be sure to put your partner as a priority throughout the day. Another factor to trust is honesty. Being honest with the other person can prevent future arguments by putting issues on the table for discussion before a problem occurs. This leads to the next point which of, security. Couples and close friends are going to argue it is inevitable, but keeping an open-mind and understanding the other person's' intentions will help you move passed the disagreement. Discussing how you feel is so crucial to making any relationship last. Don't be afraid to speak up for yourself and say what's on your mind! Working through a dispute will strengthen the connection and allow for growth. Knowing the other person will always be there for you and always try to find solutions for you, is a big part of the security aspect. If you guys cannot compromise, the compatibility between you two may not match as well as you thought. If you aren't happy at least 60% of the time you're together, you may want to reconsider your decisions. This relates directly to the final phase of pleasure. Unfortunately, there is also a playlist of heartbreak songs you could listen to for 75 years with no repeats because relationships are not easy and they are certainly not always bright and cheery. There will always be negatives, but if there is one rule to base these guidelines off of, it would be to make sure the positives always cancel out the negatives. Make sure the good always outweighs the bad. And do not -I repeat- do not, settle for something that does not give you the pleasure you desire.
Disclaimer: If these instructions do not result in a marriage I cannot be held responsible
'Reelin' em in'
The key to attracting any type of friend or partner is appeal. People should enjoy your company and even crave it. Positivity is one of the most attractive features of any guy or girl. Most of those seeking a new relationship like to be around those who make them happy, can put a smile on their face, or make them laugh without trying. Now you're probably wondering how to accomplish these tasks, and the answer is quite simple but a bit cliche. Just be yourself!!! There is nothing more important than that. As stressed in every Disney Channel movie about teen love, you want to find someone who is compatible with your true self not who you pretend to be. However, also keep in mind you want to be sure you present your best self! So put on that smile, and make sparks fly. The happier you live your life the more good will come your way!
'Keepin' em Hooked'
A perfect example of an argument being resolved |
Disclaimer: If these instructions do not result in a marriage I cannot be held responsible
Thursday, December 15, 2016
My (sort've) Grown Up Christmas List Grace Sander
I asked my father last week what he wanted for Christmas. He says to me, "Just good grades and some kind words." I always assume that he is just joking to not sound greedy. I roll my eyes and turn to my mom and she says, "I don't need anything, I have everything I want." So at this point I'm yelling at them for a tangible item not some bogus Lifetime movie sentiment. It wasn't until this year I really began to understand it. Don't get me wrong, I'll never pass on a big box with a sparkly bow on top but that isn't what I desire this year. When I was five I didn't think of the thought behind a gift or prices, all I was thinking about was Is that box a Wii or dollhouse? The idea of Santa Claus was still instilled in my brain, the artificial magic was enough to last me all December. When I was ten I was beginning to doubt that it was really Santa Claus in red velvet climbing down my chimney, but instead my dad in gray sweatpants trying not to trip while tip-toeing down my stairs. So when Santa left he took a little bit of the magic along with him. I over compensated for what I thought I was lacking by thinking that gifts were what mattered. I had to make sure that I got my neighborhood best friend the perfect gift so she wouldn't be disappointed and that I had more homemade ornaments than my brother. But here I am, fifteen with ten days til Christmas, and I haven't made a list of material objects because I honestly do not care. As we get older we realize that the things we really want can't be wrapped up in festive wrapping paper because what we want as adults isn't physical. We want well being for ourselves and loved ones. We want to feel the warmth and overwhelming excitement that we did as children because our lives have become so drained of simplicity, that a holiday legend can't sustain us. It's not necessarily what is under the tree but looking up at the stunning ornaments that shine in the light or the jolly faces of a sibling tear apart the wrapping on their present. So this Christmas, take a look around and realize all of the incredible people and moments in your life present and future, because that is what will remain long after the tree is taken down.
Birthday Wishes Come True by Carly Piniaha
16th birthdays are literally, once in a lifetime. They are celebrated immensely with sweet sixteen parties or other big events. I recently turned sixteen and it had become my time, as many others before me, to decide what I wanted to do for my sweet sixteen. Now, I'm not much of a party thrower myself so those ideas were not in my future. Without any ideas, I decided to just celebrate with my family and friends. My parents on the other hand had other ideas. They set up an amazing 3 day weekend where I got to go to Disney with one of my best friends, Mikayla.
Disney had always been one of my favorite places. I mean it's a place to go on fun rides and meet princesses, and what little girl wouldn't love that? Though I’ve grown out of meeting princesses, (sorry Rapunzel), it still holds a special place in my heart for all the fun things to do there. It’s much nicer to spend the majority of our time riding on the various rides there are than waiting online to get an autograph and picture. Throughout the whole trip we were able to ride all the roller coasters in the park, which is an added bonus.
Disney, holds true to its slogan as happiest place on earth. The people who work in Disney are some of the nicest people you will ever meet in your life. Even though they deal with thousands of people every workday of their lives. Everywhere I went they would wish me happy birthday or just strike up any random conversation. The employees made my Disney trip ten times more enjoyable just from their kindness.
On the first day, we went to both Animal Kingdom and Hollywood Studios. We started off in Hollywood Studios and ended the day in Animal Kingdom. I’ve always loved the Star Wars rides in Hollywood Studios, even though in all honesty I haven’t seen all of them. Animal Kingdom was one of the most interesting parks with cast members putting on shows in the middle of streets almost every twenty minutes.
The second day was the day we went to Epcot. I had been most excited to go to this park because of the Japan section. I have been studying Japanese for a little over two months, and I was trying to push myself to speak Japanese while I was there. It’s very nerve racking to do this, for me at least. So when I was able to speak to the employees from Japan in Japanese it was a big accomplishment for me.
The final day we went to the Magic Kingdom. At seven o’clock they closed down the park and opened up for a Christmas festival. We were able to stay for this and rides that usually were 130 minutes or more went down to ten. The castle was lit up with hundreds of Christmas lights and was one of the prettiest sights in the park. At nine o’clock they even had a parade where the whole main street had “snow” coming from the tops of the buildings.
I am so thankful for my sweet sixteen I ended up going to Disney. It was an all round great experience that outweighs any party I would have had. My parents and Mikayla were able to make my 16th birthday one that will be unforgettable.
Monday, December 12, 2016
Santa Claus: The Man, The Myth, The Legend
Santa Claus: The Man, The Myth, The Legend
By: Jillian Parks
December 2, 2008. As my heart pounded, my eyes gaped up at the man whose beard was made of snow and suit was as red as ripe cranberries. What was I to ask for? I knew at this very moment that I only had seconds left to spare to tell him the present I wanted most. Finally, I blurted out “A bike!” The events to come were much of a blur. My brother and I smiled for a picture, and gave the man the rest of our lists. But I knew that the thing that I whispered to the jolly man was the thing I was for sure going to get.
That Christmas, I knew I had made the right decision. The bike I got was beautiful (well it seemed so at the time). Cotton candy colored streamers fell out of the handle bars. An assortment of purple flowers, each unique in their own patterns dotted the winter white background. That day, I felt like the luckiest girl in the world, and it was all because of Santa.
Believe it or not, though, the man people know today as Santa Claus, the one said to come down chimneys on Christmas and bring gifts and joy to children, did not always have these characteristics of the jolly man we all know and love today.
The Legend of Santa Claus
The legend of Santa Claus can be traced back hundreds of years to a monk named St. Nicholas. It is believed that Nicholas was born sometime around 280 A.D. in Patara, near Myra in modern-day Turkey. Much admired for his piety and kindness, St. Nicholas became the subject of many legends. It is said that he gave away all of his inherited wealth and traveled the countryside helping the poor and sick. Over the course of many years, Nicholas’s popularity spread and he became known as the protector of children and sailors. By the Renaissance, St. Nicholas was the most popular saint in Europe.
Sinter Klaas Comes to New York
St. Nicholas made his first inroads into American popular culture towards the end of the 18th century. In December 1773, and again in 1774, a New York newspaper reported that groups of Dutch families had gathered to honor the anniversary of his death.
St. Nicholas made his first inroads into American popular culture towards the end of the 18th century. In December 1773, and again in 1774, a New York newspaper reported that groups of Dutch families had gathered to honor the anniversary of his death.
The name Santa Claus evolved from Nick’s Dutch nickname, Sinter Klaas, a shortened form of Sint Nikolaas (Dutch for Saint Nicholas). In 1804, John Pintard, a member of the New York Historical Society, distributed woodcuts of St. Nicholas at the society’s annual meeting. The background of the engraving contains now-familiar Santa images including stockings filled with toys and fruit hung over a fireplace. In 1809,Washington Irving helped to popularize the Sinter Klaas stories when he referred to St. Nicholas as the patron saint of New York in his book, The History of New York. As his prominence grew, Sinter Klaas was described as everything from a “rascal” with a blue three-cornered hat, red waistcoat, and yellow stockings to a man wearing a broad-brimmed hat and a “huge pair of Flemish trunk hose.”
Shopping Mall Santa's
Gift-giving, mainly centered around children, has been an important part of the Christmas celebration since the holiday’s rejuvenation in the early 19th century. Stores began to advertise Christmas shopping in 1820, and by the 1840s, newspapers were creating separate sections for holiday advertisements, which often featured images of the newly-popular Santa Claus.It was only a matter of time before stores began to attract children, and their parents, with the lure of a peek at a “live” Santa Claus. In the early 1890s, the Salvation Army needed money to pay for the free Christmas meals they provided to needy families. They began dressing up unemployed men in Santa Claus suits and sending them into the streets of New York to solicit donations. Those familiar Salvation Army Santas have been ringing bells on the street corners of American cities ever since.
The Cultures of Christmas
by: Sara Nigro
The holiday of Christmas is celebrated world wide and the traditions vary and change depending on the country you live in or the culture you embrace. American traditions often vary because the country is created out of immigrants that bring along their own culture when they arrive in the U.S, but as an American culture, many citizens hang bright and colorful lights, decorate pine trees, and even display statues of Santa Claus, snowmen, and reindeer. Carols are sung and wreaths are hung along with cookies being baked and presents being bought. One of the most famous landmarks of the holiday season in America is Rockefeller Center in New York City where family and friends go to look at the enormous tree and skate on the famous ice rink. The way that the U.S celebrates Christmas is very well-known among most, but other cultures and countries celebrate in different ways with their own special traditions.
For example in many parts of France, Christmas celebrations start on December sixth and the children get small gifts and candy beginning at this time. On Christmas Eve, the children leave their shoes by the chimney and hope that Father Christmas (also known as Père Noël to the French) will fill them with treats. Similarly in Hungary, the children follow the same tradition of leaving their shoes out and receiving treats on the sixth of December except they receive it from the man they call St. Nicholas, not Père Noël . Besides that one day, most of the holiday festivities occur on Christmas Eve in the country of Hungary. It is a tradition to decorate the tree the night before St. Nicholas is supposed to arrive and some parents won't let their children decorate the tree and will leave it bare until their kids are sleeping, so when they wake up it is an extra surprise for them. Most Hungarians also have a specific Christmas meal on Christmas Eve made up of fish, cabbage, and a type of bread/cake known as Beigli. Continuing with the theme of the traditions on December twenty fourth, many citizens of Hungary will also attend Midnight Mass to celebrate the birth of Jesus who is known as Jézus in their country.
Just because Christmas is thought of as being admired in the winter, doesn't mean that this festive holiday doesn't occur in other seasons in different parts of the world. For instance, Australia and U.S.A are on opposite sides of the planet meaning that Christmas is celebrated in Winter in America but in summer in Australia. The two countries being alike, people traditionally hang wreaths on their door and go caroling around their neighborhood, but that's where the similarities end. Australians usually decorate their property with Christmas bushes with small green leaves and cream-colored flowers that will turn red in a few weeks time. Also, they have a Father Christmas like the other countries but theirs is named Santa Claus and he arrives wearing warm-weather clothing and with six kangaroos guiding his way. Of course their are thousands of other ways to celebrate the holiday we call Christmas and they each have their own meaning and tradition to certain countries or cultures that make them special and comforting to those who celebrate them.
Friday, December 9, 2016
Holiday Poem By: Erin Lyden
There has been so much talk about the holiday season, I cannot help but get more and more excited! I have decided to write a poem about the excitement and anticipation I felt as a young kid towards Christmas and the holiday season.
Gifts from the heart,
and works of art.
Acts of charity,
and signs of clarity.
Grateful and blessed,
It is heartwarming to digest,
the crazy traditions,
and beautiful musicians.
An hour at church,
my heart begins to lurch,
thinking of sleep and snoring,
and to then wake up Christmas morning.
Of beautiful visions wrapped in a bow,
and stockings hanging nice and low.
Of half eaten cookies with a letter from St.Nick,
I always knew he would do the magical trick,
of sweeping down the chimney without making peep
and I could not thank him for all the gifts laid out in a heap.
I still had a smile from ear to ear,
due to all the Christmas cheer.
The laughing and singing
with chiming bells ringing.
Once again Christmas is here
and soon in the sky there will be reindeer,
helping to shower down the gifts
as every child's heart begins to lift.
Gifts from the heart,
and works of art.
Acts of charity,
and signs of clarity.
Grateful and blessed,
It is heartwarming to digest,
the crazy traditions,
and beautiful musicians.
An hour at church,
my heart begins to lurch,
thinking of sleep and snoring,
and to then wake up Christmas morning.
Of beautiful visions wrapped in a bow,
and stockings hanging nice and low.
Of half eaten cookies with a letter from St.Nick,
I always knew he would do the magical trick,
of sweeping down the chimney without making peep
and I could not thank him for all the gifts laid out in a heap.
I still had a smile from ear to ear,
due to all the Christmas cheer.
The laughing and singing
with chiming bells ringing.
Once again Christmas is here
and soon in the sky there will be reindeer,
helping to shower down the gifts
as every child's heart begins to lift.
Children's tales and teaching a child morals. By Owen Welsh
(Frankenpooh was much beloved by younger me) |
Contrary to everything I just said, I do believe reading is important to people of all ages, the teaching of lessons and being able to look at situations from other people's viewpoints is what has led humanity to the golden age it is in today. This does raise the question of how were the great people of the previous ages raised, how did people like Boudicca, who led a hugely popular and near successful rebellion, do great things if all they were taught as a child was to obey? It's obvious that not all of a child's intellect comes from the books read to them, but what if they weren't read to at all? It was not until around the 1970's that reading to children became more regular, but you cannot argue with the fact that the world is getting smarter every day, so that could be down to exposing children to more advanced books from an earlier age. There's no real way to tell, as we could also attribute the rising intellect of children to a progressive school system or the fact that more people go to school than ever before. All in all, I can't say for certain whether reading to a child will help them become more literate or not, but one thing is for certain, children always have and always will be susceptible to outside influences which mainly involve parents.
Thursday, December 8, 2016
Living as Less Than by Madison Levinson
In class we read "The Minority Report" by Philip K. Dick. Although my blog post does not have to do with predicting the future of crime, it does pertain to the title of the work. Specifically, the word "minority". When people mention the word "minority", minds tend to travel to the obvious: skin color, race, and gender. The minority that people tend to ignore is religion. For the purpose of this post I will be focusing mainly on the Jewish religion, as it is my personal experience. Now, I was never deprived. I am a Caucasian, affluent, single child, who got anything I set my little heart on. But what I never truly got was a the sense of inclusiveness. This feeling was especially heightened during the winter months that approach the holiday season.
For most people the morning after Halloween is the official start to the holiday season. And for most people the holiday season means family, snow, and Christmas trees. Yes, Christmas trees, Who would ever think that Christmas trees could be the source of a problem?
As a small Jewish girl living in Sparta, New Jersey (The capital of farming but not Judaism) I was left out. All my friends would have days dedicated to simply decorating their houses: putting up lights, hanging up stockings and decorating the Christmas tree. All my family did was pull a Winnie the Pooh Menorah out of a box under our china cabinet. All of my friends had off on "winter break" for their holiday (but let's be honest, it may as well just be called "Christmas break"). I had to go into school practically all seven days of my holiday, and I guarantee nobody asked me what I got after saying my prayers on the fourth night of Hanukkah. All of my friends gushed about all of the toys that they got for Christmas when winter/Christmas break was over. By that time I had probably either broken or lost half of the toys my parents got me. As a small Jewish Girl I sunk to the back of the classroom during the holiday season. I quietly participated in all of the Christmas themed crafts, I just nodded and made something up when somebody asked me what I got for Christmas (even though it secretly infuriated me), I smiled and told the clerk "you too" at the store when she told me and my mother "Merry Christmas", and I envied all of the stories the children had of waking up on Christmas morning and running downstairs in their footie pajamas. That was the first time that I felt like I was less than everybody else around me.
As I grew up I came to terms with the fact that it was easier to please the majority and just do a Christmas craft. I realized that the school just didn't have the ability to give kids off for Hanukkah and Christmas. And I accepted the fact that I would always hear about decorating Christmas cookies as a family and getting into a frosting fight with Uncle Jimmy. But as I started to grow up I didn't just learn more about how society worked, I also learned more about my faith. I learned that Hanukkah was not a super important holiday, but Yom Kippur was. Yom Kippur is the Jewish Holiday for atonement, it is referred to as a holiday of the "high holy days". But I also learned that I was not given off from school on Yom Kippur. The most important important holiday of my religion was just another casual day at school where I had a science test. I had to take off from school for Yom Kippur, go to temple, and fast because that was what my religion mandated I do. That was the second time that I felt like I was less than everybody else around me.
As I became a young adult I just accepted that the world was not going to give me special privileges because of my religion. The world wasn't going to favor me because I was different but the world also wasn't out to get me. What I did not accept and cannot accept is the way that people treated me because I was different. As an adult I came to terms with the person I was and the religion I worshiped because of it. I was not afraid to tell people I was Jewish when they asked what I got for Christmas. I was content with my beliefs. I felt as though I could handle however people reacted. I was wrong. I could not handle when somebody told me "You don't look Jewish". Sorry, should I carry around a giant sign with the word "Jew" and an arrow pointing at my face? Should I have my friends wear shirts that say "I'm with Jew" and an arrow pointing to me? Was I supposed to have a specific look because of my religion? I could not handle when somebody asked me if "That's why I had a big nose?". Yes, not only are all Jews supposed to look alike but were all also supposed to have the same exact honker on our face. Thank you for pointing it out because I am not at all self conscious about it. I could not handle when children started throwing pennies at me to see if I would bend over and pick them up. I am sorry to disappoint you but a penny is not going to buy me anything in this day and age. Maybe next time try a quarter so at least I can buy myself a decent gumball. I could not handle the first time somebody said "you're Jewish" as a reason for me not to have an opinion on a matter. Oh yeah, oops, I forgot. Us Jews just aren't allowed to have an opinion anymore. I could not handle learning about the Holocaust in school and feeling all of those piercing Christian eyes turn and look at me. Yeah, 6 million of us died, but I am not going to just burst into tears so you can feel bad for me. That was the third time that I felt like I was less than everybody else.
Now I can ignore the Christmas season. I can ignore the fact that my religion forces me to work around school and the world that I live in. I can also ignore the obscene remarks I receive. After all, 83% of the American population identifies as Christian, 13% identify as no religion, and the remaining 4% identify as a religion as non-Christian (The Jewish population makes up about 2.7% off the non-Christian population). I will always be a minority and I have come to accept that. I will also always feel like I am less than everybody else and I have come to accept that.
For most people the morning after Halloween is the official start to the holiday season. And for most people the holiday season means family, snow, and Christmas trees. Yes, Christmas trees, Who would ever think that Christmas trees could be the source of a problem?
As a small Jewish girl living in Sparta, New Jersey (The capital of farming but not Judaism) I was left out. All my friends would have days dedicated to simply decorating their houses: putting up lights, hanging up stockings and decorating the Christmas tree. All my family did was pull a Winnie the Pooh Menorah out of a box under our china cabinet. All of my friends had off on "winter break" for their holiday (but let's be honest, it may as well just be called "Christmas break"). I had to go into school practically all seven days of my holiday, and I guarantee nobody asked me what I got after saying my prayers on the fourth night of Hanukkah. All of my friends gushed about all of the toys that they got for Christmas when winter/Christmas break was over. By that time I had probably either broken or lost half of the toys my parents got me. As a small Jewish Girl I sunk to the back of the classroom during the holiday season. I quietly participated in all of the Christmas themed crafts, I just nodded and made something up when somebody asked me what I got for Christmas (even though it secretly infuriated me), I smiled and told the clerk "you too" at the store when she told me and my mother "Merry Christmas", and I envied all of the stories the children had of waking up on Christmas morning and running downstairs in their footie pajamas. That was the first time that I felt like I was less than everybody else around me.
As I grew up I came to terms with the fact that it was easier to please the majority and just do a Christmas craft. I realized that the school just didn't have the ability to give kids off for Hanukkah and Christmas. And I accepted the fact that I would always hear about decorating Christmas cookies as a family and getting into a frosting fight with Uncle Jimmy. But as I started to grow up I didn't just learn more about how society worked, I also learned more about my faith. I learned that Hanukkah was not a super important holiday, but Yom Kippur was. Yom Kippur is the Jewish Holiday for atonement, it is referred to as a holiday of the "high holy days". But I also learned that I was not given off from school on Yom Kippur. The most important important holiday of my religion was just another casual day at school where I had a science test. I had to take off from school for Yom Kippur, go to temple, and fast because that was what my religion mandated I do. That was the second time that I felt like I was less than everybody else around me.
A breakdown of religion in the United States (numbers may vary between different studies). |
Now I can ignore the Christmas season. I can ignore the fact that my religion forces me to work around school and the world that I live in. I can also ignore the obscene remarks I receive. After all, 83% of the American population identifies as Christian, 13% identify as no religion, and the remaining 4% identify as a religion as non-Christian (The Jewish population makes up about 2.7% off the non-Christian population). I will always be a minority and I have come to accept that. I will also always feel like I am less than everybody else and I have come to accept that.
Tuesday, December 6, 2016
The Cats’ Contribution By: Ashley Lasko
Before going into the majority of my blog, there’s is a few things I need to make known. I have a love, almost an obsession, for cats, and love each one I happen to come across. I have a cat at home which I admire everyday, and I try to bring cats into every aspect of my life possible. My infatuation with cats is what largely what inspired this blog.
Many walks of life are embedded in famous works of literature, humans and animals alike. As evident by my opening paragraph, I choose to focus on one of the most influential animals (my personal opinion), cats. Cats have played significant roles in literature, including famous stories such as “The Cat in the Hat”, “Puss in Boots”, and the novel Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. There are also cats in other writings, such as book series like Warriors, Chronicles of Narnia, The Hunger Games, and Harry Potter. There are many other stories that at least mention cats, showing how cats have greatly impacted literature today.
Of course, there are a many other animals that have impacted literature, including the casts of “Winnie the Pooh”, Animal Farm, and Charlotte’s Web. Cats are one of the many creatures that have placed their mark in literature.
However, while some stories have felines playing major roles or even starring as the main characters, such as Warriors, other stories introduce cats for only a chapter or two, such as in The Hunger Games. Nevertheless, these cats can play important roles, whether through symbolism or an appealing characterization. Felines such as Aslan, Buttercup, Bluestar, are strong characters in their respective books; despite the difference of the size of the roles they play, they still guide the story along. The paw print cats have pressed into the world of literature will continue to deepen as the body of cats in literature continues to grow.
Admittedly, not everyone will change their lives or look at things in a new light because I pointed out what cats have done in literature. In fact, I’m sure a few readers despise cats and will disregard my blog post entirely. However, despite what animal is the superior species, the point stands that cats, as well as animals in general, have impacted literature on a scale that can arguably be compared to that of notable human characters.
The Greek Chorus By Simon Levien
A standard Greek chorus |
The Greek chorus, by definition, is a group of masked performers that collectively perform many different roles throughout traditional Greek tragedies and comedies. The chorus would be robed head to toe and sing in unison. In summary of their dramatic functions, the Greek chorus provided playwrights with the ability to comment on events within the play, from within the play. The chorus acted as an aside, a way to demonstrate public point of view, an insightful informant, or even used as characters to describe the play's theme. Athenian tragedian Sophocles in his plays Antigone and Oedipus the King used the chorus masterfully. In one scene, the chorus decried Oedipus for his vile action of killing his father and marrying his mother. Collectively, the chorus here provides an insight into the public reputation of Oedipus. Although he was previously considered to be a zealous and just ruler, Oedipus' reputation soon fell apart. The chorus states that the city of Thebes would have been better off without Oedipus and his rule; he became a disgrace to all of his fellow Thebans. However, by the time of Sophocles, the Greek chorus has already reached fruition. His texts do not allude to the chorus's extensive preparation and planning. Beneath the polished hood of a refined play, the choral structure lies. In it, the Greeks found ways to organize and train the layman for the theater stage, and design the chorus to be an effective dramatic tool.
To start, most Greek choruses would sing rather than speak. Playwrights found it easier to evoke emotion from the chorus members rather than rely on their minimal acting skills. These Greek playwrights turned to simple choral odes for the majority of choral lines. Many of the chorus's lines in Oedipus the King have a hint of rhythmic structure.
As for chorus size, each playwright has their own preference. Earliest Greek plays used choruses consisting of fifty members. However, Aeschylus first made the choice to have fewer members—around ten was his verdict. For the purposes of Antigone and Oedipus the King, Sophocles used fifteen members. Greek theaters were very large and as a result, playwrights decided on united, reverberating parts for the chorus so the audience can properly hear.
Playwrights also used the chorus for signaling. The Greeks had no curtains and only outdoor performance venues. Choruses would substitute for curtains, where their opening and closing processions mark the start and end of each act or play.
The coryphaeus is the one chorus member that stands apart from the rest. The coryphaeus would often have individual lines apart from the chorus and be specially trained in order to deliver those lines. The chorus would respond in unison to the coryphaeus' remarks, often in support.
However, the real ringmaster of the Greek Chorus is the choregus or choregos. The choregos is a wealthy Athenian that managed the chorus. He financed and trained the chorus, using his own money. Chorus training in Greek culture was considered a public service; an essential duty that noble Athenians must undertake. There was no government official that ensure that the choregos fulfilled his duty, instead the archon, a high-ranking Athenian magistrate, would appoint the choregos with trust in him. Preparations for the chorus lasted around six months. However, chorus training soon became a social occasion. After successfully providing all of the trainers, preparations, props, costumes, etc. that the chorus needed, the choregos would host a celebratory feast, much like a sports banquet or a modern cast party.
Although the Greek chorus's origins remain mostly unknown, the Greek chorus still proves to be an interesting and extensive dramatic tool. Aside from many Greek performances, some contemporary plays do incorporate a chorus. For example, playwright Mac Wellman's Bad Penny utilizes a chorus in a more modern setting. In addition, the Greek chorus is a common TV trope, albeit only loosely connected to theatre. The chorus in summary is an interesting experiment in drama. It not only serves many unique functions resulting from extensive preparation, but also revealing the dynamism of characters within a play.
Monday, December 5, 2016
Home Poem By: Caroline Kepler
Recently in class we had a choice between writing a definition, classification or example expository essay. So, I decided to write a poem defining what I believe a home is:
Not everyone has the luxury to call a house a home
Home doesn’t have to be a place with four walls
It could just be somewhere that one feels like they own
Somewhere with memories that fill the halls
Home is somewhere one feels accepted
Where one is surrounded by people who create an oasis
A place where one doesn’t have to expect the unexpected
Joy fills the space on a regular basis
Whether the home is big or small, new or old
That’s not what matters most
Instead, what makes the home gold
Is being surrounded by people who are close
Home isn’t defined by the materials that make it up
But, by the loving people who fill it up
Friday, December 2, 2016
An Apology Letter by Kamryn Foster
Dear Audience,
As y'all may know, the authors of Blog It On is a high school class, and we have a rotation on who writes a post everyday. Now, as all high schoolers do, we procrastinate. Meaning, I am so very sorry that I didn't write my blog post on time. If you didn't notice, there wasn't an entry for Tuesday, November 29th, which was my day. And so, this is a promise to our readers, my fellow peers, and my teacher, that I will never dismiss an assignment like this again.
My Sincerest Apologies,
Kamryn Foster
As y'all may know, the authors of Blog It On is a high school class, and we have a rotation on who writes a post everyday. Now, as all high schoolers do, we procrastinate. Meaning, I am so very sorry that I didn't write my blog post on time. If you didn't notice, there wasn't an entry for Tuesday, November 29th, which was my day. And so, this is a promise to our readers, my fellow peers, and my teacher, that I will never dismiss an assignment like this again.
My Sincerest Apologies,
Kamryn Foster
Thursday, December 1, 2016
The Tyranny of
Metrics (By Chris Hwang)
In my first
blog, I chronicled our perpetual cycle of eat, sleep, test, repeat. In fact for
most classes, we’re tested roughly one out of every five classes. Stated in
other terms, 20% of what could be “learning” time is devoted to “testing” time
each week. In recent days, I’ve reflected on why it is that we’re tested so
much. This is of course, from the vantage point of me as a high school student.
If you poll our students, most will agree that we’re tested way too much. But
they’ll also submit to the fact that we’ve grown accustomed to it. For most of
us, the excessive testing has been a way of life since middle school. However,
that doesn’t quite explain why we’re tested so much. Although the subject of
testing is a highly controversial and debatable topic in all circles of
education (students, teachers, administrators, statewide education committees, National
Education Association, etc.), one fact is clear; we have become a nation obsessed
with metrics. Let’s first start with the definition of what a metric is.
Webster’s defines a metric as a standard measurement. But what makes a
measurement standard? And what fuels our obsession with metrics? Further, do
metrics tell us a complete and valid story?
As people, we are programmed to
seek the “simple” truth. As I discussed in my last blog, we tend to exercise
the concept of splitting where we are all inclined to categorize people,
places, and things into binary groups such as good vs. bad, right vs. wrong, or
friend vs. foe. That same concept of splitting also fuels our obsession with
metrics since numbers are by nature, binary. Quantification allows us to
simplify complex scenarios. Simply put, it is much easier and sometimes also
entertaining for us to try to make sense of our complex world through metrics. As
stated earlier, we have become a nation obsessed with numbers. You’ll see a top
ten list for just about everything under the sun. A quick perusal of
listverse.com provides us with top ten lists for “Top 10 mystifying mummies” to
“Top 10 museums that will scare you silly” and even “Top 10 ancient jobs that
sucked big time!” In fact, our favorite news bytes are those with numerical
components such as weather, business, and sports. We seek numerical answers
because they’re simple, comforting, and quick. Many of us tend to view non-numerical
answers as vague and suspicious vs. specific and concrete (as with numbers) so
we purposely look for answers that contain numbers or use numbers to justify an
answer.
This practice of quantification
inevitably started during our childhood. When I was a toddler, I can recall
asking my mom how many meatballs I would get with my spaghetti meal at Tuscanero’s
Italian Restaurant. She answered “four.” I asked her how many I’d get at
Augie’s Pizzeria. She answered “three.” I responded by saying “Let’s go to
Tuscanero’s then.” It would take five years before I gave myself a chance to
realize that the meatballs from Augies tasted much better than those from
Tuscanero’s. The lesson I learned is that more is not necessarily better and
that numbers don’t tell the whole truth or the entire story. Shame on me for
insisting that we eat at Tuscanero’s instead of Augies just because they gave
us more meatballs! Fast forward to today. I’m still guilty of propagating the
obsession with metrics at the expense of exploring the bigger and more complete
picture. When talking to fellow student athletes, I am all too quick to ask
“did you win?” or “did you score?” or “what was the final score?” For a more
complete picture, I ought to ask “how well did you and the team play today?” or
“did you get a chance to use the new move that you just learned?” As a
wrestler, my world is filled with statistics. We track win-loss records, takedowns,
escapes, reversals, pins, and forfeits. But even those numbers never tell the
whole story. Winning is not black and white. For example, I lost to this one
nationally ranked wrestler six times over the course of three years. Thus, my
win-loss record was 0-6. On paper, it reads like a horrible metric. However,
the metric doesn’t tell the entire picture or story. To see the bigger, more
accurate picture, one must take a closer look at the substance behind those six
matches, not just the win-loss metric. Long story short, the kid beat me by a
lot during our first match. However, over the course of the next several
matches, I would close that gap and lose by fewer and fewer points. On that
sixth match, I lost by only one point. That last match could have gone either
way. So on paper, it was written in the books a loss but for my journey as a
wrestler, it was a victory in that I improved my technique and skill to the
point of being competitive against this nationally ranked kid. I got better and
better whereas he plateaued. If I share that superficial win-loss metric to a
college recruiter, I am certain that he’d be underwhelmed because the simple two
digit win-loss metric speaks nothing of my potential. However, if I share the
content and substance (the full story) behind those superficial metrics, he’d
beg for a closer look at my wrestling repertoire and ultimate potential. My
point being, the quantitative description of things is not always complete.
We live in an era obsessed with
measuring. We are overly enamored with metrics almost to the point where they
control and dictate our very existence. As students, we see this at home, at
play, and at school. Adults also see this at their places of employment.
Teachers and administrators feel the pinch and as a consequence, we as students
are measured even more and creativity is often stifled at the expense of
testing. We are a culture who is obsessed with winning which further fuels our
addiction and reliance on metrics so that we can categorize, judge, compare,
and rank. Let’s not forget that we are a beautiful, complex species worthy of
being represented from more than just simple lines and digits on a spreadsheet.
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