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Art in Friendship

 When I initially read this blog’s prompt, I immediately disliked it. I couldn’t think of anything to write about that wasn’t cliche. The intersection of art and science, or art and music, seemed so overdone. Now while art as friendship is no doubt also highly cliche, I’m glad that thought of this idea organically. This afternoon, as my friends came over simply to hang out, I felt a huge wave of love envelop me. If art is just expressing emotion, then there is art in the belly aching laughter I feel with my friends. There’s art in the years-long curated inside jokes, art in the relentless good-natured teasing, art in being entertained by nothing more than the company of ourselves. I think there’s art in the content comfort I feel that’s rooted in familiarity. Just to get to that level of friendship, there is the art of getting to know someone by memorizing their likes, dislikes, fears, and dreams.  As I approach the third anniversary of my friend’s death, I’m sharply reminded ...

A Letter to Mr. Zuckerberg

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 Dear Mr. Zuckerberg, I hope this email finds you well. I have attached a poem that I hope will make you reflect on your life’s choices! Meta-phor META metamorphosis: when a human undergoes the process of metamorphosis, there is a change in appearance, character, or even physical shape… as they transition into rats. Metathesis:  the transposition of parts & pieces in a human. Metaphysical: the branch of philosophy that deals with knowing things … like how humans are really close to becoming rats. Metagrobolized: to puzzle, mystify… like a human in a state of utter confusion as to how they became a rat.  Metastasis: the process of cancer spreading from the original primary site to other parts of the body. Metacognition: the awareness and  understanding of one’s own thought processes. This short excerpt of my poetry serves to force you into rhetorical thought and self-reflection. As the CEO of Meta Platforms, the social media apps Facebook, Instagram, and WhatsApp ...

brainrotrotbrainrat

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  This poem is a commentary on the rise of "brain rot" and the fact that the overwhelming majority of people overuse technology and social media. It has elements of satire as I relate humans to "lab rats", ignorant of how they are being used by "mad scientists" (social media app developers that profit off of the rest of society's addiction).  While it has simplistic language and reads superficial at first. the irony lies in that I am writing for the intended audience: people who have lost critical thinking and complex reading ability due to constant screen time. This poem is best read out loud for the effect of the epanadiplosis to be conveyed. I attempted to show creativity with the form of my essay, spacing out words on the page to draw attention / dramatic effect ("every day"). The rhetorical questions serve to force the audience to self-evaluate and think about their own rat tendencies. A lot of alliteration was included as well and that ...

We're All Rats in a Rut

 Brain rot rot brain rat rat brain maze rat stuck in a loop- a maze - a rat

Siddhartha by Herman Hesse is overrated

 Semester 2 Suburban Takes! Siddhartha by Herman Hesse is overrated  Even before I read the first page of this book, I was highly skeptical. A German Christian missionary journeys to India, and in the span of 3 years feels so influenced and enlightened as to write the next great European novel? No way was this going to be any good. Unfortunately for me, required class reading is , in fact, required, and I had no choice but to finished the novel. Upon finishing, I couldn’t shake the idea that Siddhartha learned nothing across all 4 parts. At the end, he repeats the idea that true wisdom cannot be taught only experienced, which is basically the conclusion he reached at the end of part 1! The entire river metaphor just felt like a lesson to teach him that suffering happens to everyone, which I feel like should surely be common sense (maybe they didn’t fight any wars in the 6th century?). So really, between all the making love, gambling, being poor, then being rich-ish, and being ...

When You Stop Fighting, You Stop Living

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  “Nothing good ever comes easy.” “No pain, no gain.” “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” Cliché iterations of this motivational message can be found over ombre backgrounds on Pinterest and probably one too many t-shirts. But the version that has resonated most with me is my mom’s all-time favorite quote, “Failure is the pillar of success”. This was her go-to line to comfort and console me each time I fell short of my goals growing up. I’d hear it after auditions gone wrong, failed tryouts, disappointing test scores, and broken friend groups. It took me longer than I’d like to admit before I finally understood that my every setback was an opportunity for a critical lesson, providing me with the foundation to grow and improve. I wonder who I would be now, if not for the mistakes I made and the subconscious insights I picked up along the way. Which raises the question, to what extent does our response to adversity reveal inner truths about our identity? We all fight our own t...

Glass Half-…?

  My personal philosophy is that being a glass half-full person is worse than being a glass half-empty.  We’ve all been there — taken a test, and sometime in between leaving the classroom and checking your score on Schoology, you got your hopes up. Your friend also  got 5 Cs in a row (it’s not until later you discover the right answers were 4 Bs  in a row), you think you used all the right words on that FRQ or derived that equation correctly (no, no you didn’t, what you wrote doesn’t even exist), and in those hours or days before receiving your score, you start to think you might not have failed. Maybe you’re not cooked! Even an 80% is recoverable right? Worst case, surely the curve will save you?! But then. That fateful day comes. You open the grades page on Schoology. Pause — take a moment remember the time before, when you still knew joy. And- WHAT? Your course grade has dropped a whole letter grade and a half. You don’t even know how this could be possible. Utter...