I first witnessed death at six years old. It was devastating.
This opinion piece was originally published in the Opinion section of The Chronicle Student Newspaper on April 17, 2015.
A firestorm of raging opponents has been swarming the Indiana legislature in protest of its Religious Freedom Restoration Act (RFRA) signed by Republican Governor Mike Pence.
I feel like all my experiences in theatre thus far were leading up to Mock Crash: the opportunity to inform the school about the devastating consequences of drinking and driving and urging everyone to think first and drive safely.
The Chronicle and MBC teamed up to put together this fantastic coverage of Mock Crash on thecspn.com.
As an actor in the demonstration, I had no idea what to expect. I’ve never been in that kind of situation, never lost someone close in a car accident. I made the 911 call in the simulation and we prerecorded it a week before.
It’s hard to imagine what it’s like pretending that your friends just got into a car crash, that one of them was drinking and driving, and that one of them is most likely dead. Continue reading
I recently talked to a friend of mine who attends Kings High School — which is the school 17-year-old Leelah Alcorn attended for some time before switching to the Ohio Virtual Academy.
Leelah, a transgender girl, committed suicide on December 28, 2014 because she felt like she could never truly be who she wanted to be because of the surrounding environment and people, including transgender conversion therapy.
You’d think that, after this tragic event, Kings School District would have implemented some policies for tolerance, for anti-LGBTQ bullying or creating safer spaces for LGBTQ youth. According to my friend who is a junior at KHS, there hasn’t been much of a change, though a quick search on WCPO let me know that counselors were made available by phone and the basketball teams held a moment of silence. KHS also held a candlelight vigil shortly after her death. I didn’t find any information regarding policies or programs advocating for LGBTQ safe spaces or against LGBTQ bullying.
I asked my friend if someone who we know at Kings who is gay is taking his boyfriend to prom. He replied that no, he didn’t think it wasn’t allowed. I don’t have information about whether or not gay couples are allowed at Kings’ proms, but my friend said most of the gay students at his school weren’t out. He said he could only think of five openly gay students, whereas at Mason High School the list never ends.
We both thought it was a little ridiculous that gay couples weren’t allowed at Kings’ prom, or at least that their appearances weren’t common, and that gay students felt uncomfortable or unsafe bringing a same-sex date.
I asked him if his school had a newspaper and he nearly laughed at the question. He pulled up an online news site on his phone, populated with quick tidbits of news, but it doesn’t have an opinion section or any kind of forum for student opinions. So students who feel strongly about Leelah’s call to “fix society. Please” or who may have known her personally can only sit idly by watching as their friends stay hidden in the closet, at prom or elsewhere.
It’s times like these when I notice how lucky I am to be attending MHS and to be working as editor of the newspaper. Our opinion section thrives, thanks especially to the incredible work of Jessica Sommerville, Madison Krell and our columnist staff. Our staff editorials consistently take an intelligent perspective on light and heavy topics alike — ranging from our generation’s desensitization of terrorism to bathroom graffiti. We have Tweets to the Editor which allow MHS students to use social media to voice their opinions on our hot-button questions like how far is too far when directing social-media angst toward the superintendent.
The Chronicle is also fortunate enough to have Emily Culberson, the Business Manager, and Ashton Nichols who is diligently learning how to take Emily’s place next year when she graduates. Through advertising with various businesses, Emily and Ashton supply all of the money to print the newspaper. We receive no additional funding from the school — because we don’t really need it. Emily and Ashton do such a great job that we are able to operate completely self-sufficiently.
Some other schools, like Steinmetz College Prep high school in Chicago, didn’t have enough money to support its printing. Luckily, Hugh Hefner, a graduate from Steinmetz, pitched in money to keep the newspaper running for five years.
But not every school has an Emily or an Ashton or a Hugh Hefner — many school newspapers have been forced to fold because their staff cannot support the funds.
According to The Chicago Tribune:
In 1991, nearly 100 percent of Chicago public high schools surveyed in a study byRoosevelt University‘s College of Communication had newspapers. By 2006, the number had dropped to 60 percent, according to Linda Jones, associate professor of journalism at Roosevelt.
This can be attributed to a bigger interest in social media, teachers’ focus on standardized testing and diminishing interest in the news media in general.
Further in the same article from The Chicago Tribune:
At Morgan Park High School, English teacher Keith Majeske used to have to hide stacks of newspapers in the school’s main office so students wouldn’t grab them before they were ready for distribution. Today, stacks go untouched for days — unless it’s an issue with prom pictures or Valentine’s Day personal ads.
This is particularly interesting to me — especially since we spend so much time working the kinks of our cover page. We try to make something appealing to a huge demographic, hoping that everyone will be eager to pick up our paper. But lack of interest is lack of interest, and we’re very fortunate that our student body (on the whole) thinks highly of The Chronicle.
Journalism has the potential to make change. At Kings High School, it could allow gay couples to safely attend prom together, or for the school to implement anti-bullying policies. And I hope it does. High school journalism in particular is crucial because it provides a forum for students to be heard.
On NBC’s 30 Rock, Jack Donaghy (played by Alec Baldwin) takes every opportunity to spit out his quick-witted catch phrase: “Good God, Lemon.” Continue reading
Disclaimer: this post contains spoilers.
In Tina Fey’s brilliant Bossypants, she gives insight about the worn-down paths countless shows insist upon taking:
For years networks have tried to re-create the success of Friends by making pilot after pilot about beautiful twenty-somethings living together in New York. Beautiful twenty-somethings living in Los Angeles. Beautiful twenty-somethings investigating sexy child murders in Miami.
This template never works, because executives refuse to realize that Friends was the exception, not the rule. The stars of beloved shows like Cheers, Frasier, Seinfeld, Newhart, and The Dick Van Dyke Show had normal human faces.
CBS’ How I Met Your Mother (affectionately nicknamed HIMYM) is guilty of succumbing to this offense. It draws excruciatingly close parallels to the hit NBC sticom that have raised many an eyebrow. Here are 8 of those most prominent parallels:
1. Same City, AKA: The Greatest Place On Earth or We Ran Out of Ideas
In 1994, Monica’s apartment in New York City became everyone’s favorite hang-out spot. Not only was it questionably spacious, but it thrived in the heart of NYC, the greatest place on earth, right? Eleven years later, HIMYM tried to replicate that cozy relationship between viewers and the show through — you guessed it — a questionably spacious New York City apartment.
2. Similar Characters Pt. I: Rachel and Robin
Rachel Green was the fresh addition to the gang (Monica, Chandler, Phoebe, Ross and Joey) during the pilot episode of Friends, rekindling an old friendship with Monica. Similarly, Robin Scherbatsky was Ted’s love interest introduced in the first episode and quickly earned her spot in the gang (Lily, Marshall, Ted and Barney). Both Rachel and Robin go through rocky romances — some eerily similar, like Rachel’s relationship with the Italian Paolo and Robin’s with the Argentinian Gael — with Rachel always seeming to fall back to Ross, and Robin to Ted. Their careers line up even more: Rachel works in fashion, Robin in broadcast TV, both ladies desperately aspiring for promotions. They both make the decision to quit their jobs, struggle to find work, scrape by with the help of their friends — of course — and are conflicted when receiving offers in other cities.
3. Similar Characters Pt. II: Ross and Ted
Ross Geller and Ted Mosby are more alike than they’d like to admit. They’re both very average, plain, beautiful twenty-somethings who have really unfortunate things happen to them. They’re both in love with their best friends but hardly ever get the timing right. They’re both extremely nerdy about their occupations — Ross a paleontologist and Ted an architect — often boring their friends (though that joke is only so funny after ten years).
4. Similar Characters Pt. III: Monica and Lily
Monica and Lily are another pair of weirdly similar characters. Monica is a fabulous chef, Lily a less-fabulous artist, and both are extremely dedicated to their passions. Both marry another member of the gang, in near-perfect relationships. Both are obsessed with becoming mothers. Both are very best friends with the Rachel/Robin character. They’re essentially one in the same — down to way-too-alike plot lines (see below).
5. Similar Characters Pt. IV: Chandler and Barney
Chandler and Barney are the characters to look forward to in both shows. They bring the best comedy, look best in suits and make the most money. But more specifically — no one knows the careers of either character. And though it’s questioned a few times, it doesn’t really matter. They just bring home fat checks and deliver the punchiest catch phrases.
6. Punchy Catch Phrases
7. Déjà Vu
Three strikingly familiar scenes:
Same injury, same pirate-wear.
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Identical characters, identical endings. All four characters share a sort of victory in the last minutes of the series when they realize that they finally got the timing right with each other.
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In college, Chandler and Ross roomed together and became best friends, just like how Marshall and Ted roomed together and became best friends. Coincidence? (Note: Ross and Ted are even sporting the same hairstyles…about a decade apart).
8. Couch vs. Booth
Probably the strongest similarity lies with the groups’ typical hangout spot: for the 1994 New Yorkers, Central Perk, a homey coffee shop that draws their attention, and for the 2005 twenty-somethings, MacLaren’s Pub is their favorite place to be. The Central Perk couch is a symbol of Friends, and the booth at MacLaren’s follows suit. Much of both shows are filmed in these spots, which, if you ask me, is a little too closely tied.
Like Tina Fey said, Friends is the rule-breaker, not the rule. So please, network television, drop the twenty-somethings-big-city template.
Madonna is no longer a 20-year-old pop star – and she has no idea.
Last night I watched “Inherit the Wind” performed by Gallatin County High School. The play is a fictionalized version of the Scopes Monkey Trial, which brought John T. Scopes to court because he taught evolution in a Tennessee high school, which was against the law in 1925.
I critiqued the show for the Greater Cincinnati Cappies program, a group of high school theatre students who review plays and musicals in the area. During our pre-show discussion, our discussion mentor explained the background of the play and said something along the lines of, “If you don’t think this theme is relevant today, think about it this way: this debate over creationism and evolution is a matter of free speech. Controversies over free speech still exist — just take a look at the news around the nation of high school newspapers being restricted on what they can print because of administrative concerns.”
Preface: My 85-year old grandmother has been voluntarily yet reluctantly relocated from her home in Dharwad, India — a calm, familiar town — to the fast-speaking, -moving, -paced worlds of Boston, Cincinnati and San Francisco, which she looks at through her critical eyes. She cycles through those three cities and the homes of my family and my mom’s two siblings. At each of her stops, she tries to make conversation to stay busy.
My parents’ marriage began with a leap of faith.
My mom and dad could have unknowingly passed each other dozens of times in the streets of Madras, India before formally meeting in May of 1988. But the two never met in Madras, both of their hometowns, and instead in Los Angeles, as planned.
Let me back up a little bit. My maternal grandpa worked in America for many years, cherished his time here and often told my mom and her siblings about the great opportunities America offers. My mom’s siblings moved to America to start their new lives, and my mom made the 20-hour trip to see what all the fuss was about…and wasn’t impressed. She spent the next two years back in India, bored without her siblings and willing to go back to America to be closer to them. When my grandparents on my dad’s side met my mom and suggested she go to California to meet my dad, she took a leap.
My mom first stopped in New Jersey where her sister was living, and together they flew to California and met with my aunt’s friends. It was at the friends’ house that my mom and dad first met. He introduced himself with the same name as my mom’s brother, sparking years of muddled confusion. But that’s another story.
The group paid a visit to San Francisco, my aunt and her friends driving in one car, and my mom and dad driving in my dad’s all-too-classy white Nissan Sentra. He sure knew how to impress a girl.
I imagine my mom sitting far back into the seat, resting her hands in her lap, as she always does, and my dad constantly checking his mirrors and sides as he always does. They spent the day driving to the sound of their small talk, which was probably strangely comfortable.
“When did you both decide you’d get married?” I asked my dad recently.
“A few days after the San Francisco trip, I asked her,” he said. “She said yes.”
Three months later: my mom and dad were married in (simplified) Indian style. And they’ve been together for those 26 and a half years.
Arranged marriages do not always go so smoothly, as I have seen in a few extended family members’ situations. My parents are lucky, to say the least, for finding mutual companionship.
My mom could have said no — the worst misconception about arranged marriages is the notion that parents force marriage upon their children, offering them no choice but to obey.
That couldn’t be further from the truth, at least for my parents. When my mom came over to the States, her parents and siblings undoubtedly had hope that she would meet my dad and want to spend her life with him, but they didn’t have any expectations. Her ticket wasn’t one-way. It was just a leap of faith.
So no, they weren’t high school sweethearts, and no, they didn’t meet serendipitously in a big city or on top of the Empire State building. Their love story won’t be replicated on a Hollywood screen (though Bollywood has made many fair attempts).
Their marriage captures the kind of love that stems from trust and commitment. So when people (often) ask me, “Do your parents even like each other?” the answer is yes, they are in love, their own definition of love – even though their meeting isn’t the same as Harry and Sally’s.
It all started with a leap.
Left: My parents exchanging garlands as part of Indian ritual; center: My mom cheesin’ on her big day; right: My parents throwing rice as part of the wedding ceremony.
This column was originally posted on thecspn.com.
Airports are rampant with a sense of urgency. Rushing between terminals. Speed-stripping at security. Hurrying through Starbucks lines.
So it makes sense, then, that the only real time to breathe is on the airplane itself. After the take-off, of course, when the oh-my-god-how-is-this-going-to-fly panic is overridden. We sit with our belts fastened, our seat backs in the upright position, our tray tables folded — and in this wifi-less atmosphere, we are finally allowed a moment of distraction-free thinking. For the duration of the flight, we have nothing to do, which gives us endless freedom.
On Sunday as I flew back from my Thanksgiving-weekend trip, I occupied myself with Beyoncé streaming through my right earbud, a book in my lap and a magazine underneath. The girl next to me, indecisive between sleeping or reading, flashed her seat light on and off, occasionally leaving me in the dark and feeling like turning my own light on would be unfair to her. I looked at my parents, already asleep (before the plane left the runway), my dad undoubtedly hoping his heavy congestion wouldn’t lead to in-flight snoring. I was slightly annoyed by the people speaking loudly in German behind me.
But then I stopped, listened to the loud purr of the engine, and brushed away my irritation. I realized that all of us on that plane were in some sort of harmony with each other. Whether we acknowledged it or not, we were all packed together in this time capsule of a vehicle, pummeling us 30,000 feet into the air — and for that hour and 38 minutes, we were all alone with our thoughts.
We use the time to breathe on a plane as a getaway from our daily obligations and find time to compensate for everything we’ve missed. The books we never got to reading, the sleep our alarms prohibited, the conversations we failed to speak.
So the next time I’m on a plane, forgive me for flashing my seat light, or snoring or speaking too loudly — I’m just making up for everything missed.
Stone, by stone, by stone. Each placed so delicately, so slowly, carefully creating a path across the country. From Massachusetts to California to — as of today — Virginia to 21 other states and the District of Columbia, the fragile road to full equality is gaining momentum. Continue reading
No, I’m not writing about the song from Les Mis — but keep reading and I might.
I’m referring to the actual act of confronting someone (sometimes thought of as dramatic as the song), which often results in people shying away behind screens of cell phones or laptops, anything to avoid face-to-face contact. When I receive a text, or Facebook message, or email starting with “I need to talk to you,” and continuing for several inches of text, I don’t know how to respond. My mouth usually curls up a little, one eyebrow raises, as I wonder how much nerve this person had to muster up for this, and how much more would warrant a direct, personal conversation.
Seven feet tall, fixated facial features and an ice cream cone for a body.
That was my figure yesterday as I stood in the frozen yogurt shop where I work dressed as the mascot to take pictures with kids at a party. It was only for a few minutes — thank god.
Stress is a mess.
Immense stress that results in an intense emotional moment, coined the “breakdown” or “meltdown”, is not uncommon for high school students.
According to The Franklin Institute, lack of sleep, lack of exercise and overstimulation result in overactive stress hormones that damage and kill brain cells. School psychologist Jeff Schlaeger said that this imbalance in the brain triggers a breakdown.
“You have portions of your brain that are geared to respond to stress or danger or overstimulation or work, and that balance is knocked off or skewed [during a breakdown],” Schlaeger said. “There [are]…not enough of the healthy things for your brain–like appropriate sleep, exercise…so then the system…gets unbalanced and is hard to get balanced again. So then you have this vicious cycle, where you’re already unbalanced, you’re staying up until 2:00 am for…a tough AP class, and you’re adding more coffee and Monsters and sleeping less and less, and not exercising…that’s not the solution.”
For junior Jenna McCabe, her breakdown moment involved the two-time damaging of her self-portrait project. The first accident was because of spilled hair dye. The second was thanks to McCabe’s dogs playing on top of the project.
“[My dogs] got on top of it and they were just scratching it and I yelled at them and told them to get off,” McCabe said. “I looked over and I just sat down on my bed and I was like, ‘Mom, I give up.’…I just bawled. I felt so pathetic.”
McCabe’s stress was soon alleviated with help from drawing teacher Beth Eline, who helped cover up the marks.
Not every breakdown, however, is resolved similarly. According to junior Corie Lawhorn, breakdowns are attributed to many demanding responsibilities piling on a person. For Lawhorn, a dance team member, long practices and schoolwork are a difficult combination.
“Recently [in] AP Bio…there was a point where she updated grades and I was really frustrated about it,” Lawhorn said. “And there was stuff going on at dance and it just gets super stressful when there’s a lot happening altogether. I just kind of broke down.”
Parental pressure is also a driving force of overwhelming stress, according to Lawhorn.
“I think there’s a lot of pressure now as you get older because you have college looming over your head, and with [pressure from] parents,” Lawhorn said. “My parents push me really, really hard. So that causes it too.”
Schlaeger said that expectations imposed by parents, teachers and counselors lead students to stress and eventual breakdown. The key to overcoming outside pressure is to prioritize responsibilities and [to be] aware of personal breaking points, he said.
“Everyone has their limits of what they can handle, from personality and cognitively and just attention span,” Schlaeger said. “…Prevent- ing [a breakdown] is just knowing your limits.”
A friend of mine is going through a rough time. She used to be the most popular girl around — everyone knew her, and everyone wanted to hang out with her. But lately, she’s been feeling a little low. This new guy moved in a few years ago, and since then she hasn’t been the same. He took over her social clique – which was incredibly non-selective – and now none of her old friends spend time with her anymore. They all diverted to him, never looked back.
That is, except me.
My long-time friend, YouTube, still jerks a twang of loyalty in me. What did we do with our time just before Netflix? Where did we go to stream video? It’s YouTube, and for me, it’s still a major time-waster. Whether it’s a piano instrumental of my latest song obsession or a 40-minute blooper reel, I respect YouTube for the power it contains.
YouTube has a way of catapulting regular people to fame. Take Jenna Marbles, Michelle Phan, Tyler Oakley. Beyond personalities, YouTube offers an integral voice of communication. A simple link to a video, music clip, audio byte, can reinvent the way of thought. It’s just a click. No account necessary. No pop-up, hidden-close-button advertisements. YouTube is gentle and tame. And YouTube was first.
Don’t get me wrong, Netflix is one of my best pals. But YouTube offers something that few others can – a combination of music, audio, video, television and film. Netflix is particular about episodes and movies, iTunes and Hulu Plus ask for cash. Sketchy sites are notorious for transferring sketchier viruses. YouTube is safe. YouTube is all-encompassing. And YouTube, as we know it today, is getting lonelier.
It’s no surprise. “New is always better,” as Barney Stinson reminds us. But just remember – while you’re hanging out with the new guy, in the end your old friend, YouTube, really has all you need.