Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Time

Time by Hannah Transier



Isn't it insane to think about how fast this year has gone by? We are literally taking finals next week but somehow it seems like just yesterday, we were starting the 2nd marking period. And before we know it, we will be Juniors, and we will all be getting our licenses, and deciding what colleges we want to go to and what we want to study/do in the future. It's just so shocking to me because when people used to tell me that high school flies by, I didn't really think about it, but it really does.

This also goes to show how important it is to enjoy all of the little things, and to always do what makes you happy because the time flies by and you'll never get this time back, so you need to enjoy it while you can!!


Being in Honors English- Claire Riley

If I hadn't done anything, I'd be in CP English. Not that I didn't like that class, it was fine. But how do I explain that I don't feel smart.
How do I explain that when I was there, after fighting a year as a freshman, as the leader of every presentation group, I was still held back?
How do I explain that after getting "outstanding!" written on my paper over and over, I was still held back?
How do I explain that after working harder than I've ever worked in that class only to be labeled as a "try hard," I was STILL held back?

Being in this honors class has meant the world. I know it doesn't seem like much. It's a high school course, and kids including me complain ALL THE TIME about work. But just the idea of getting to sit where others who genuinely care about their grade is awesome. Getting to feel like I'm actually improving in my work and getting a quality education is awesome. Writing has been the only academic I've never stopped enjoying, and I don't plan to stop anytime soon.

Being in this class means that I've earned it. It means that I'm seen as above average at something that I've worked hard on to improve. I feel on top of the world when I sit down in my seat and get asked by peers what I wrote. Why am I the example? Aren't you guys the geniuses? 

Being in this class I've read the most interesting books. What's better? I found people just as interested in reading as me. Mrs. Kopp's recommended books never failed to intrigue me, and I've had so much fun talking about them.

Being in this class makes me feel smart. I feel like I have something colleges can finally look at and say, "oh, so she likes to write huh?"

In my next two years, I hope to go into some AP English classes. English has always been a bigger part of my school life than the rest of my academics, and I'm happy to say I excel at something that I could get a job in later on.

I'm so happy the school board and the English department has let me into this class, even after I almost gave up hope. I'm so grateful that Mrs. Valleau put up with my crap about wanting to go higher, even without the recommendation or the grades. I'm so happy I was able to spend my time in this class this year, have so many valuable lessons, and enjoy my time feeling like the smartest kid in the world...or at least for 45 minutes. :)


Girl, Interrupted Review By Caitlin Scarpa

Girl, Interrupted Review
By Caitlin Scarpa

Girl, Interrupted was an amazing book.  I read this for my group memoir podcast, and I am so glad that I did.  This book was about the time Susanna Kaysen spent in the McLean mental hospital.  She told the stories of all of her friends she made while there.  There was Polly, who tried to commit suicide by lighting herself on fire; Lisa, who was an anorexic, sociopath, with insomnia; and Daisy, who would only eat chicken and laxatives. These were just a few of the young women she had met while there, but they were definitely some of the most interesting ones.
She spent two years in the hospital after being diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder.   Borderline Personality Disorder is a mental disorder that causes depression, anxiety, an unstable sense of self, etc.  I’m not going to spoil the story here but I would really suggest that you read it if you are interested.  I really enjoyed seeing Kaysen’s view on being in the hospital and how she dealt with her illness.  She told the story in a bunch of really short chapters.  Each chapter showed a different experience in her life in, or around the time she was in McLean.  Sometimes she would talk about her life before the hospital, and all of the troubles she had.  Other times she would talk about her life after the hospital, and how she moved on and recovered from her illness.  She would explain how she felt about certain people in the hospital, including patients and staff, and how they affected her life.
*SPOILERS BELOW*

There were many parts of the book that I really enjoyed.  My favorite part was when Susanna became unsure of if she had any bones in her hand.  She was concerned that she wasn't entirely real, and started to dig into her hand until she found her bones.  I found this really interesting, because up until now, she has seemed fairly sane; she didn’t have outbursts like Lisa or any of the other patients.   She also hadn’t showed any self destructive actions since she tried to commit suicide.  I found this scene very interesting.  
Another interesting event was when a new girl, named Alice, came in.  She didn’t look like there was anything wrong with her, until one day when she snapped.  One day, she was taken off to the High Security Ward, where the most dangerous patients were kept.   She was in a room, where she smeared feces on the walls, and was huddled in the corner.  The other girls, including Susanna, decided to never let each other get that bad.  They had realized what could happen to them if they let it.

Overall, I really enjoyed this book, and I may read it again just to see what else I can get out of it.  

How to de-stress by Rachel Raffino

As the end of the year is in sight, so are finals. And along with finals comes stress… and lots of procrastination. So here is a list of things I would rather do than study for finals.
  • Play with my dogs
  • Bake some type of dessert
  • Sleep
  • Go on a hike
  • Go swimming
  • Sleep
  • Sit there and stare at a wall
  • Play volleyball
  • Go shopping
  • Go out for dinner
  • Go outside
  • Tan
  • Read a book
  • Play wii
  • Play a board game
  • Draw
  • Paint
  • Travel
  • Relax on my couch
  • Watch netflix
  • Hang out with friends
  • Eat food
  • Take a bath
  • ANYTHING ELSE

But, since I can’t do any of these, because I have to study, here is a list of things you can do to de-stress when you have some free time.

  • Take a bath
  • Take a shower
  • Go in a hottub
  • Go out for ice cream
  • Visit the therapy dogs
  • Do yoga
  • Go for a run
  • Eat chocolate
  • Cry
  • Make a bracelet (mikayla bivona’s idea)
  • Knit (claire riley’s idea)
  • Make food (julia young’s idea)










Hopefully, these things will help you out, when finals are finally here. And enjoy the summer!

Therapy Through Poetry by Julia Young

Therapy Through Poetry by Julia Young

It is just great being hypersensitive to absolutely everything.
The most minuscule of things can immediately set off a switch; 
And no, this is not just a light switch, it is a lever that opens a dam.
Everything is released all at once, and there is no going back once the deed is done.
Water comes pouring like a tidal wave, a tsunami.
Yet this wave does not wipe out cities,
It does not make the headlines on the news, nor does it make the ones in the newspapers;
It doesn’t even make it’s way into the circulation of local gossip, not even to the dinner table.
This wave is one that floods your brain;
One that blows the fuses of neurological currents, not electrical ones.
It drowns you in your thoughts, not others in water.
It knocks down your confidence, wrecking your credence instead of wrecking buildings.
Yes it is remarkable to be vulnerable to such microscopic things;
It is just delightful to be born with the fragility of a flower.

I’d had an extremely frustrating day the day I wrote the above poem. All my anger, frustration, and stress was balled up inside of me, and I needed some way to relieve the tension. Although I’d usually just sigh and groan and let my feelings out through physical methods such as curling up in a fetal position or crying, I thought to myself, why not write a poem about it…. I knew I was going to have to write poems for my English poetry assignment anyways. And so I began writing. Surprising to me, the words flowed out of my mind and onto my computer screen rapidly; it felt organic and natural for me to be expressing my feelings in such a way. I felt as if I was ranting… but in an artistic way. When discussing my thoughts or problems with my friends, I struggle to really express how I am truly feeling; no matter how hard I try to describe how I feel, I never feel like they truly get it. Yet, through this poetry, I knew exactly how I was feeling— I was completely in tune and aware of my emotions, which is a situation I had never really experienced before. 
What I am trying to say is, through being forced to write poetry for class, I discovered a new form of therapy for myself. When I am in distress, I can just open up my laptop and start typing. Writing poetry provides me with almost immediate relief when I’m feeling down, making significant changes in my mood. 

To anyone who struggles with becoming in tune with their emotions, I highly recommend trying to write poetry about them. You never know what might work for you, and I think poetry is worth a try.

Monday, June 5, 2017

The Broken Tree

The Broken Tree

There is a tree in my yard
And this tree is all twisted and gnarled
Struck by lightning and pushed by winds
This tree surprisingly still stands
This tree is all alone
And can still grow on its own
It can withstand these atrocities
But still can grow just as green
Which can teach us about its philosophies
That even when alone
And even when in pain
A broken tree will still grow green
And this Broken Tree can be
A lot like you
Or me
Strong, Resilient, Fierce
Or you can choose to snap
And stop growing
Stop Flowering
Stop living
But we can be tough like the tree
And be the best that we can be
I decided to write some poetry for my last blog post of the year because I have not written any poetry all year. I'm not very good at writing poetry but I thought I would give it a shot. I hope everyone likes it.
Luke Romano

"What if ..." by Liz Ukstins

What if ... (but we don't)
by Liz Ukstins

What if
music
was more appreciated
than sports

What if
art education
was more important
than physical education

What if
we forced a varsity soccer player
to take four years of orchestra
and only require
a mere five credits of gym

What if
we told a football player
that they had to perform
the marching band's halftime show
and sit in the cold bleachers at every game
but never get cheered for
or recognized

What if
the music program was able
to give a single $10,000 scholarship to
an honors musician
but the sports program was only able
to give a $500 scholarship to
a varsity athlete

What if
we didn't assume
that all students are
athletes

But we don't

We live in a country
where you can turn on any channel
on any given Sunday
and watch every single sports game
but never be able to find a
choir concert sung by
America's best

We live in a town
where the board of education
has tried to rid the schools of music education
because its "too expensive"
but doesn't hesitate to give a $2 million surplus
to the sports programs
to put in a new track and turf fields

We go to a school
where two types of classes are offered
"Practical" and "Impractical"
and what a surprise,
the music and art classes are considered
"Impractical"

When we are
90 years old
and rid of all energy
we will not be playing lacrosse
or wrestling each other 
in the nursing home

When we are
90 years old
and only able to move
our fingers and our eyes
we can sit at a piano
and play

When we are
90 years old
and can only speak
we will still be able to
carry a tune
or sing our favorite song

So how can you look at me
and say that music
and the arts are "impractical", 
when I'll have music in my heart
for the rest of my life
and all you'll have is an antique jersey
and a pair of cleats that no longer fit