My Life Behind the Wheel / Sarah Valdez
So, a couple nights ago, I ran over a screwdriver. I was driving downtown, about to turn on to Legion Drive, when suddenly I felt my back tire pop. Just kidding, it wasn’t my tire that popped; it was my mom’s new Ford Edge that she adores. I stopped in the middle of the road and started to cry because I thought I had run over a cat, and it was mangled up in the tire. Instead of getting out to see what I had hit (like a smart person would do), I drove all the way back home.
I was actually hoping that my dad had filled the tire pressure too much, and that was the reason for the tire popping. So I ran inside and told my mother that the tire pressure was dropping fast. She went outside and saw that I might’ve hit a small screw. I told my dad the tire popped but left out the part that it was his nice Ford Edge leaving him to think it was my ugly old truck. I escaped the Sarah-Nicole-Valdez-What-Did-You-Do type of speech for the night. My mother took her car to the mechanic shop the next morning, and they ended up pulling a huge screwdriver out of it. Quite honestly, it was impressive that I hit the screw driver just right for the tire to be punctured. Just. My. Luck.
This actually isn’t the first time I have run over something that was quite strange. I was driving a golf cart once, and I ran over a kid. I guess his ball rolled underneath the cart, and I didn’t know, so I took off. I’ll tell you what, that was the strangest speed bump I have ever run over. But all is good, he got up and said, “Don’t worry; I’ve been hit by plenty of cars.” I concluded the conversation by saying, “Don’t tell your parents.”
Looking at this from a metaphorical point of view, sometimes in life, you’ll hit the strangest speed bumps, maybe a kid, maybe a screwdriver. We don’t know the road we are traveling on. We don’t know the trials we will have to face. The important part is about how these situations are handled. Did I let a small innocent child who was probably in plain sight and a humongous screwdriver, which odds are 99% of the population wouldn’t have run over, stop me from becoming a better driver? Of course not, but is it still a work in progress? Sure is, so buckle up my friends, and we will see what this road of life throws at us.
Home / Sydni Silva
One simple word
can make it clear
why you spend
your life living here.
Despite all of the dreadful thoughts,
some never comprehend
what has been taught.
You will soon realize
when you are gone.
You will miss the late night ice creams runs,
and washing your car for fun.
You will miss blasting your music
through town while only green lights show.
You will miss the wild grass
flowing out of the concrete,
dodging or hitting every pothole
on State Street.
The same faces you see
on your weekly trip to the store
One, two, three conversations
and most times it’s always more.
Everything that you thought was a bore
will eventually come to an end,
and you must decide
what to apprehend,
Even when you leave
you’ll have one thing to hold
and that one thing is
Evolution of Music / Autumn Archuleta
There is no doubt that music has evolved alongside the human race. As our society is changing so is the music we are creating and preferring. Every generation has had a certain style of music that resonates with them. In the 1970’s the outbreak of disco and hard rock occurred, with artists such as AC/DC, KISS, Aerosmith, Van Halen, Diana Ross, The O’Jays, and The Bee Gees. This generation of music was loud and upbeat, all of these artists would tell a story through their songs. From headbanging rock to upbeat disco there was no lack of great songs in the 70’s.
The 80’s saw an outbreak of dance music as disco fell out of fashion, although rock still had a presence in the 80’s it had become a softer rock and glam metal became popular. The 80’s had breakout stars like Madonna, Michael Jackson, Cyndi Lauper, and the Euryithmics. The music of these generations had a faster tempo that although it could be harder to sing along with was much more fun to listen to because of the simple fact that people enjoyed the instruments and the background music more than the lyrics. People would also sit and watch music videos for as long as possible on MTV.
The birth of radio changed the way music was listened to in a very short amount of time. Music has become less and less acoustic and more mechanized with the outbreak of different machines. The 90’s music style was all based on subgenres of pop music, which included dance-pop, teen pop, and hip hop. With bands and artists such as NSYNC, Backstreet Boys, Boyz II Men, Spice Girls, Tupac, MC Hammer, and Ricky Martin. These artists all changed the way music was enjoyed, this generation revolutionized the sound of music with faster beats and a more mechanized sound.
The 00’s were similar to the 90’s in the way music was made and the way that it sounds. Music of the 00’s included artists and bands like, Destiny’s Child, Black Eyed Peas, Britney Spears, Ne-Yo, Aaliyah, Usher, Nickelback, Justin Timberlake, and Eminem. Music of this time was soulful and had a very strong message behind the loudness and the upbeat tempo, even though the people listening weren’t listening solely for the message. Another genre that was created in the 2000’s was pop-punk, artists like Good Charlotte, Blink-182, All-American Rejects, Green Day, Jimmy Eats World, and Third-Blind Eye. Most pop-punk artists were typically one-hit-wonders so there were many artists involved with this genre. Pop Punk is a music genre that fuses elements of punk rock and pop music. It typically combines fast tempos, loudness and distorted electric guitars.
The 00’s was the beginning of more mechanized music; with the revelations of metronomes, click tracks, drum machines, electronic keyboards, and sequencers, music became less organic and more energetic. In the early age of music the tempo was not always exact because real drummers were used instead of drum machines. Autotune also changed music because artists started to sound more mechanized and less authentic. New machinery has caused music to change drastically over the years. Music has become such a huge part of the human races everyday life, we listen to music when we are happy, sad, angry, or even bored, it has the power to influence our feelings in a way that nothing else can. The evolution of music has adapted to the human races preference as the years go by and it will continue to change in years to come as well.
Millennials: The Punching Bag for All / Brittany Fleming
Millennials. Millennials. Millennials. Who caused all these problems in America? You guessed it, Millennials. We do this. We do that — but is any of it right? Of course not.
Millennials are clichéd as being self-entitled children who believe the world owes us something. They say we want our parents to hand us everything we desire. Generation X, our parents’ generation, tells us constantly (really it’s more like nagging at this point) that if we want something we should shut up, quit crying, and just get a job. Good advice, really. If you want something, work for it. Hmmmm, now where should we work? Our options are limited being that unemployment is at 4.3%. I wonder which generation aided in that problem? Regardless, yes, Mom and Dad, of course, I will work at McDonalds. No problem there. We can work at a minimum wage job just like 61% of this generation is forced to do. Boy, good thing we have an abundance of social security money to look forward to when we retire, right?
What’s next? Oh, I know- our clothes, for Pete’s sake, lay off about them. Yes, these jeans have holes in them. Yes, I bought them that way. No, they weren’t 50% off. Why don’t you go fix the holes in the economy, Harold? Don’t worry about my jean selection. Nobody was complaining (which really we should have been) when you were wearing your white acid wash bell bottoms. Style changes along with the times, so please don’t expect us to dress like we are straight out of an Ozzy Osbourne concert or like we have a corporate meeting at ten.
Wait, there’s more! “These kids and their darn phones now days” is literally a statement you can overhear at any nursing home or grocery store. Technology is the present and clearly the future. Technology is growing and moving on with or without us. A successful life in today’s time in almost every career choice involves technology. So yeah, Gramps, I am on my phone a lot. You’ll thank me later when I’m not living in your basement; I can’t even get a job at McDonalds if I don’t understand touch screens.
Every generation is quick to hop on the newest upcoming generation for all their faults and shortcomings, but which generation raised the new troubled one? That’s like Georgia O’Keeffe screaming at her artwork for looking like woman’s genital region. It doesn’t make sense. She’s the one who created the disaster. The watercolors didn’t just hop up and paint vulgar looking flowers by their own thinking. My point is that it is pretty foolish of our elders to complain that we are awful when they are the ones who raised us.
If each generation was more understanding of the next, we would be less hostile towards each other. So, cut us a break, Mom, Dad, Grandma, and Grandpa. Times have changed, and so have we. We are ready to take on the nation day by day regardless of the clothes we are wearing, jobs we are working, or just how much we use those darn phones. Have faith, show some support, and do us all a favor, quit the nagging.
How Much Time Is Enough? / Richie Gonzales
Is thirty five minutes an adequate amount of time for lunch? I do not think this amount of time is enough for students to get where they need to go, and do what they need to do. Thirty five minutes may seem like a lot, but that time limit starts counting down as soon as the bell releases students from fourth hour. This time limit may be enough when everything goes smoothly at lunch, but not everything goes according to plan.
Walking to their car and getting to the exit by Tiger Drive may take up to five minutes to get out of the parking lot. Depending on where they go for lunch the drive there may take anywhere from five to ten minutes. If a student goes to Mcdonalds or Sonic for example, they may wait in line for their food for five or even ten minutes. Then they must make the decision to eat in the parking lot of where they got food, or wait five minutes and drive back to school to eat in the parking lot. No matter which option the student chooses they still must have approximately five or ten minutes to get back to school.
If a student forgot money for lunch they might need to go home and eat, but maybe they don’t live close to the school. Forgetting a binder for an afternoon class or clothes for practice at home require students to go home at lunch. The drive there may take five to ten minutes, then the same amount on the way back. Students must rush to go home or get food then rush back to school, by this time lunch is almost over. Some students are allowed to eat in their fifth hour, but others may have p.e or another class that they are not allowed or able to eat in. After sitting in a chair for four periods then having to rush around and barely chew their food on their only “free time” from 8:00 AM to 3:15 PM is not beneficial to students.
Up until the 2014-2015 school year students and staff had forty-five minutes at lunch. This extra ten minutes may not seem like a lot, but during the school day ten minutes seems much longer. Students felt less rushed and had more time to make decisions. The little decisions like students wearing their seatbelts, or not pulling out in front of a car because there is more time to get back to school are quite important. Even if they seem insignificant they were taken into consideration once or maybe twice because of having more time. Lunch is one of the most important parts of the day. Students and staff would benefit from having a forty-five minute lunch more than with thirty-five minutes. Lunch was forty-five minutes before so it can be done, five minutes less in two classes or ten minutes added onto the end of day are two options. Lunch should be a time for students and staff to relax and go where they need to go and do what they need to do.
Internet Cringe / Noah Schoonover
No one would have ever expected that the internet could become any more embarrassing than it was during the 90’s, but it has. However, it’s more cringe in a different way. We’ve shifted from neon font and ugly backgrounds to something much worse, at least in my opinion. But how? Let’s talk about internet user intelligence levels, clickbait, propaganda, and other world wide web waste. Any educated fellow in the 90’s would probably go running home to his mommy if he was told what would happen on the internet in the next century. While there are a lot of credible news sources, entertainment pages, and educational sites on the web, you truly can’t escape the endless amount of germy filth that coats the online servers these days. If you want to feel bad about humanity, you should start by looking to Facebook.
Mark Zuckerburg probably looks back at the ugly, deformed baby that he birthed in 2004 only to learn from his mistakes. For instance, if he ever creates another social media platform, he should hide the sign up page behind an IQ test. I mean, do we really want to give the power to spread mass propaganda to the same people who can’t name vegetables? Seriously. Do you honestly think these people are fact-checking? Every time I go online I see twenty five thousand shares on a post about Hillary and her master plan to rig the election with witchcraft. You can’t trust them. It gets worse, and it’s not just for one side; there are idiots in every group, in every class. You’re surrounded by them.
You’re scrolling through the muck and you see a life hack video. You probably expect it to be something remotely useful, maybe how to keep your neighbor’s dog from doing his business on your lawn, or how to keep your fingers from getting greasy when you’re eating chips. But no, you’ve just watched a video about glueing your phone case to a flower pot. And they never explain why, either. I couldn’t tell you, and neither could they. The problem with the internet is that all you need is views. All you need is a good title, a good clickbait thumbnail. The content is meaningless, and that’s why the internet has gone to hell.
Just like the trash you find on YouTube. Don’t get me wrong, there are lots of good creators out there, but they’re drowning in a pit of talentless idiots. These people are throwing together videos that have nothing to do with the title, and still getting money from it because they know how to use the system. But that’s just one case. There’s also a lot of creators that are just annoying, like the ones who make unboxing videos. Why does anyone watch a forty year old guy open stuff? I bet he doesn’t even wear pants below the camera.
If you’re hoping for some grand solution for this problem to be revealed, then your chances are as low as the content quality. There isn’t one. The internet standards will continue to lower our intelligence, and our intelligence will continue to lower the internet standards. Just feel assured that when we hit rock bottom, eventually the human race will die out. The only thing that will remain is lost data stored in ancient hard drives, and maybe some alien life forms can learn from our mistakes.
What Lies Beyond the Masks? / Halle Medina
Halloween: the one night a year where we can be whomever or whatever we choose. As children, if you were to ask us what Halloween was, we would say it was a holiday where we parade through neighborhoods dressed in costumes, breaking the one rule our parents drilled into our heads since birth: don’t accept candy from strangers. We would explain how it was a night where pranks are not only allowed, but encouraged. We’d describe a night that’s filled with death and the supernatural, causing fear, excitement, and wonder to pump through our veins along with the increasingly high amounts of sugar we were consuming. When we dressed up in a costume on Halloween, we weren’t just playing pretend; but we were magically transforming into all that character was.
I remember the Princess Leia buns on top of my eight year old head as I pranced around my grandmother’s neighborhood. With my white bed sheet dress and shiny belt while holding my blaster, I stormed through my town, not in search of just candy, but for adventure. Though my body was in the small town of Raton, my mind was in a galaxy far, far away. My minivan was no longer just a minivan, but was rather the Millennium Falcon as Han Solo and Chewbacca drove me to our next galaxy. You see, on that night, I was no longer the girl with the Dora the Explorer haircut but had metamorphosed into the beautiful and strong Princess Leia of Alderaan. I wasn’t the little girl whose biggest enemies were the bullies on the playground, but rather the stubborn princess who went on missions to save the galaxy. Halloween was a night where anything could happen and I could be all the things that I wasn’t.
As I stood and stared at the Darth Vader mask in front of me on the Halloween display at Walmart, I remembered that night from almost 10 years ago. I began to realize that maybe, Halloween isn’t just about the candy and the parties like we thought when we were children. The thing that made us love Halloween wasn’t the sugar or decorations or even the costumes, it was the sense of freedom we felt. A freedom that is much greater than what we felt when exploring in our neighborhoods while getting candy, but in the new-found action of self-expression. For one night a year we are allowed to be whomever or whatever we dreamed of being without judgement by society’s standards. Yet, this is only for one night out of 365 days. Why can’t it be like that all year?
The answer to this question is simple: fear. Some may be afraid of ghosts, demons, witchcraft, and even the paranormal, but is that what we truly fear? No, what we truly fear is to show who we are and who we wish to be only to have it rejected by those who surround us. I find it ironic that the night we are supposed to be the most fearful is in reality the night that we display the most amount of courage by simply dressing up as characters in costumes. But why do we pick these specific characters? There is something about them, some kind of trait or ability, that we wish we could possess. When someone puts on that cape and Superman costume, maybe they are admitting that deep down they just want to be someone’s hero, that they are strong and powerful, and what they do has meaning. When they put on that princess tiara, they can show that they are beautiful and vulnerable, and that beauty and vulnerability don’t make you weak. Maybe when you put in those vampire teeth, you can admit that you have a darker side, and that’s okay; sometimes you can be the villain. The need to feel beautiful, the ability to have a dark side to embrace, being wonderfully different, not just acceptably normal — these are all the things we are but cannot express without judgement. Sometimes the character you choose to dress up as gives more insight to who you are than anything you display in real life. When we mimic these characters, we are showing whom we long to be. We gain the courage to admit to the parts of ourselves that we try to hide, and the courage to pursue our dreams.
Maybe the masks we put on for Halloween aren’t as important as the ones we put on everyday. These masks describe who we are and who we truly wish to be better than the ones we decide to wear everyday. On a night that is known for it’s blood and gore there is a kind of beauty to Halloween for it provides our souls with the liberation and freedom to be true with themselves. To be all that we are and all that we hope to someday be, even if it is only for a night. Maybe someday we can live everyday like Halloween, fearlessly pursuing the answer to the question, “Who am I truly?” or better yet “Whom do I want to be?”. So when they ask you who you are for Halloween, you can answer honestly; myself, in all the ways I decide to be.