Opinion: When Someone has to Step in

Even though I am a strong and proud member of the Logang, I still keep up on the news of Jake Paul. Recently, he’s been in the news for terrorizing his neighbors.

What I mean by that is not that he’s chasing them down with axes, but that his living there is disrupting the people near him who are just trying to live their lives.

This is close to me, literally, because I’m currently 20 minutes away from the Team 10 house.

He frequently has fans standing outside his house, waiting for him to make an appearance. His brother, Logan, likes to drive down the street and shoot Tee shirts out to the crowd.

If that wasn’t annoying enough, take his stunts for example. He recently emptied his pool to light multiple items, including a mattress, on fire. One neighbor said that the flames were at one point higher than the house.

Inside of this house live all members of Jake and his crew, Team 10. This includes, Tessa Brooks, Kade Speiser, Nick Crompton, Anthony Trujillo, Chance Sutton, Aj Mitchell, Chad Tepper, Tristan Tales, Emilio Martinez, and more.

Not all of these people live in this house, and they’re all different from the original team. Due to one reason or another, they’ve all left, leaving his team to completely change.

Even though these are super popular celebrities, that doesn’t mean they deserve to terrorize the neighborhood. Celebrities don’t live in normal neighborhoods for a reason, it makes it impossible for others to live normally.

So, while I am a fan of Jake Paul, I think enough is enough; he has gone too far.

Jake Paul and his brother, Logan, have ongoing prank wars, and don’t take good care of their stuff. Logan frequently breaks plates anywhere and everywhere he is, bt that isn’t the extent of what he does. He spray painted Jake’s garage door, not that Jake cares much.

Jake has spent most of his time in the Team 10 house destroying it. Whether he’s playing 20 foot tall Jenga or setting his pool on fire, he frequently does dangerous and damaging stunts.

And when reporters came to ask him about all of this, he jumped onto their news van, along with dabbing and running away from the camera.

Overall, Jake needs to learn to grow up. This is an adult’s world. He can still do pranks and stunts, but he needs to learn to do things safely and without interfering with other’s lives.

Personal Essay: My Sister

My sister. Her name is Laura Beth. She’s blonde, 25, and recently married.

We’re so similar. We both like Harry Potter, reading, and goofing off.

We’re so different. I want to work in the film industry, she is a nurse. I want four kids, she has been scared off of kids by helping to raise me and my younger sister, Grace. I’m a goofy goober, but she’s the goofiest.

When I was only eight years old, she left. With such a large age gap, I thought the wsa the bee’s knees. When she went to homecoming I cried because I couldn’t go too. I would follow her friends around and bug them. When she played clarinet, I wanted to too.

And, when she left for college, I was depressed for three months. Three months! I went from the girl who was always loud to the girl who never talked. I didn’t know what college was, but I knew I wanted to be there, too.

Because of LB, I read Harry Potter, which was the first book I ever read willingly. It’s the reason I’ve found my passion in writing and creating, and it’s made me a better person.

Because of LB, I made my dream college as a kid OSU. Even though I probably won’t go there–since I’ve never heard anything about them having a major in filming–I learned to dream big and set my goals higher than I think I can achieve.

Because of LB, I’ve learned that who I am is a great person. Even when my mom and dad are being hard on me, I have someone who has been through it and can relate–because most people don’t really get what it is like to grow up in the house that I have.

And most of all, because of LB, I’ve learned to appreciate family. If she hadn’t left when I was so little, I would’ve never realized that my time here is limited and I should remember that.

I’d love to write forever, but it’s 9:36 and I should probably get my life going. I hope you see how important my sister is to me, because I’m sure it will make you think of someone close to you.

Opinion: My Very Own Letter Correspondence

Do your parents ever talk about how they sent love notes back and forth? Do they have boxes full of them that they still occasionally pull out and read; even if they’re from/to somebody else.

Mine do. They talk about them a lot. So when I started to like a guy, let’s call him Geoff, I thought about how we could talk. See, both of us have traveled a lot this summer, and by the time I’m flying in at 6:30am, he’s arriving in New York at 8:30.

Texting isn’t a great option. He has an iphone 4s that’s struggling to stay alive. He doesn’t read his texts much anyways, so it was time to look for the better option.

NOw, disclaimer: In no way am I in love with this boy. I’m a realist. So when I sent the letter, it wasn’t really a love letter.

We have an ongoing joke about the “hip and cool kids”, so I sent Goeff a letter about “being with all the hip and cool kids, but missing the hippest and coolest.” I added a little 50 cent magnet, and away I went, searching for the nearest post office. It took me three tries to write the address right, but by the time it was on its way I had sent my first letter.

There was the worry that somehow it wouldn’t send and my return address would be used, leaving the only ‘jump off a cliff’, that is, risk, I’ve ever really taken. I have no doubt that they would open it up and read it, I doubted that they’d actually go put it in his mailbox.

So, yeah. I’m not sure where this post was headed. I guess you could say the point is we text because we’re too nervous to be more revealing about our feelings. I think though, you should challenge the norm. You never know. Maybe it will lead to them thinking you’re the hippest and coolest.

Opinion: When it all just Goes to your Head

It’s all just gone to my head. One little thing has happened, and it has me dreaming on red carpets, meeting celebrities, and well, just plain getting out of proportion.

I’m not a huge football person. I enjoy the Superbowl: with the food, friends, and family. I enjoy seeing my dad get all excited about an upcoming game. I enjoy eating crap in the stands and having father-daughter bonding time.

But I don’t really know how football works. I play in my school’s marching band, and I’m so preoccupied by  playing our little tunes and performing our big halftime show, and playing around in our separated stands that typically at the end of the night as I go home: I have no idea who won.

That probably sounds ridiculous. I imagine our school’s newspaper staff–which I am apart of–having its sport editors accidentally coming across this. I see them cringing in horror at my lack of sportiness. Unless you include marching band, which I do. But most don’t.

Today my dad texts me saying that Pendery and Cincinnati Bell are considering filming a commercial in our basement with Andy Dalton and AJ Green. For those of you who don’t know, these are two very famous football player whom my dad idolizes.

It starts with my dad going to an auction while they were redoing the Bengals’ Stadium. In this auction he buys kickass Bengals tables, from the stadium. He sands them, cleans them, and puts a special glaze on them. They then sit in our basement being used but still waiting for their true purpose.

Cincinnati Bell is filming a commercial. They reach out to Pendery (a house company) looking for a good venue. Pendery remembers that we recently had our basement finished and it’s very nice, so they put us into consideration and sends all the options to a guy from Pendery. This guy oversaw the photographing of our basement and remembers our tables. We make it to be one of the final options that they are considering.

Now we wait.

When I first found out, I was ecstatic. This basement is where I had my last birthday party: I had my birthday party in the same room Andy Dalton and AJ Green are shooting a commercial (maybe!)

I’m so excited. I can hardly wait. I’ve spent a lot of time in that basement, and I’m excited for a once in a lifetime opportunity.

Who Dey!

Opinion: Apps can Hurt or Help you, The Choice is Yours.

Some teachers tell us to turn off our phones, turn on ‘do not disturb’, and focus on school. But is that completely necessary?

I’ll open this up with a little story relating to my life, as I often do. I’m looking at my phone now, it rests on the side of my keyboard. It’s an iphone 7, and it has a lifeproof case. The running gag in my family is that it may be lifeproof, but it isn’t Felicity-proof.

Obviously, it has texting and phone calls, settings and news, and all of the basics. Let’s talk about the apps I purchased, though, which will show more about my personality. I have almost every social media platform: instagram, pinterest, snapchat, facebook, twitter, musical.ly, live.ly, Skype, Groupme, The Sims 4 Gallery, … do you get the point? I also have exactly 9 TV apps. All together, they probably have every television show you could name.

I have some games, too. Pokemon Go, Minecraft, Slither.io, a parking game, Make Hexa!, Sims Freeplay, and a TON of solitaire and card games!

I have a whole folder of video editing and effect apps, ones I’ve cultivated over years of downloading every one and only keeping the good options. (BONUS: They’re all free!)

These apps may not tell you much about me, but they will tell you that there’s good reason to put my phone away. Or is there?

Sometimes, there are apps that help you keep your life in control. Stylebook helps me make my closet digital, so I can use bus rides or really any small burst of free time to decide what I wear tomorrow, so I don’t have to spend half an hour in the morning deciding. The time that I gain from this means I can work on my homework in the morning too.

I also use my calendar and reminder apps to organize and remember what I need to do. I still think that physical planners and to do lists work better for me, but others tend to gravitate towards having it digital so it’s always with them.

Next time you are procrastinating, try switching out your app choices for something productive. That way, you can slowly work your way towards not procrastinating. By the time you get there, you’ll practically be God in my eyes :P.

Opinion: Cousins give you the Love Siblings Refuse to

Right now I am in Simi Valley, a 35 minute drive out from Los Angeles. I wrote my last blog on the way flying over here. I have to say, planes may be terrible but they do bring out the productive side in me.

I started this day hunched over my laptop, the words on the screen breathing life into me. My zoom at 150% because I hate having to be so close to the screen to read the words. My music blasting in my headphones, of course from my personal favorite playlist on spotify (creation credits to moi). My mind focusing only on the bright lights on the screen, seeing the words slowly fan themselves out line by line, stretching across the screen.

I was coming to see my cousins, Tessa and Max.

Tessa is going into seventh grade. She is sarcastic, funny–she now looks over my shoulder.

“I am a rebel.” She says. Man, dialogue. I haven’t written any in at least months. I just wanted to try it out. No, I didn’t like it either. Blogs aren’t really the story platform Wattpad is (don’t judge present me for past me’s mistakes.)

Max is going into 11th grade. He is only a few months older than me though, so ha ha we’re the same age but he’s taking harder classes. He’s grumpy. But, when he gets into a conversational mood, I really enjoy talking to him.

Hold up. I was writing this when I stopped to check my groupme and discovered that my sister did a bunch of annoying text replacements as a trick on me.

It’s a good thing that I was in the middle of writing this anti-sister blog.

This one will be quick, but hopefully my opinion will be evident.

Here we go: Cousins. You may not see them as often, but I think the bond of a group of cousins can transcend boundaries like distance.

I’m lucky to be part of two cousin groups. Max and Tessa are on my mom’s side, and I have equally awesome Ethan, Emma, and Lauren on my dad’s side. You will hear about them a lot … they live in Ohio and we see them a little bit more than we do Tessi and Maxi-Poo.

My point of this post is to tell you that you can feel a connection so strong with cousins. It’s the perfect arrangement: You see them too little to be siblings but too much to just be best friends. You’re more than that.

Even when I’m in the Midwestern region and my cousins are on the west coast, a text from them can pick me up from even some of the worst days.

So there you have it … cousins are the love and support system your siblings can’t give you (at least when you’re my age!)

Personal Essay: How Anxious Feelings have Shaped my Life

Everyone I’ve met without anxiety has no idea how it feels; that crushing feelings as if you’ve been shoved into a compressor.

Once, I was told by a close friend that if I worked on my schoolwork more, I wouldn’t get so anxious about how overwhelmed I feel, how busy life is. I remember sitting there having a self-realization that the feeling of being pushed on from every side, as if you were thrown into some sort of compressor, isn’t normal. Other people don’t feel that. Other people don’t know what that’s like. To most of you out there, you’ll never know what it feels like. But to some, that feeling is one of the most relatable.

And Let’s talk about what my friend told me. Essentially, she told me I’m a procrastinator. What she doesn’t know is the procrastination is a symptom of my situation–and it’s kind of a sore subject. My dad was never allowed to go to a therapist or work it out, but he remembers when he felt the way that I do. He told me just to focus on one thing at a time, and then things would somehow start to get done.

My dad used to seem like the least understanding person out there. I would get so overwhelmed, so that it felt I couldn’t breathe, and then he’d decide to go and yell at me for my lack of success. For those of you who doesn’t know, angry and loud noises like yelling are one of my triggers, and this only made it worse. I spent years wondering why my dad this until one day I decided to ask him.

It was finally my time to realize this feeling wasn’t average. It was normal though, there is nothing weird about feeling anxious. Nothing is wrong with you if you are anxious–it’s just how your body reacts to stress or shyness or almost anything.

I’ve always been a high strung kid. I get worked up about the smallest of things. But, this was more intense, this was the first sign that finding help–so that I could get tips and tools to handle it–would be the best idea.

Now, my dad has been easier on me. He hasn’t expected anything less, his standards haven’t lowered. He and I have just come to a point in our life right now where we work as a team, not against each other.

One thing giving me these feelings more than anything right now is the fact that I accidentally over-scheduled myself. I’m taking AP US history, honors Algebra 2, honors English 2, Chemistry, band, the Chronicle (my school’s’ newspaper), and finally French 2. I’m also involved in our marching band, which is third in the nation and practices 21-26 hours a week. Essentially, I’ve chosen the hardest schedule I could take in sophomore year–disregarding my few peers who are in double, triple, or even quadruple honors–they are more of a rarity.

My dad knows that my laptop isn’t serving me well right now. Before we knew what type of materials I would need to video, film, and Youtube editing. Before he finally came to understand how little my other laptop (an 11 year old macbook) doesn’t work. He thought I could use the new Chromebook for school, and the old Macbook for games and editing.

Since then, I’ve gotten a Youtube studio, found a replacement for Adobe Premiere Pro, and become incredibly passionate about all parts of videography.

We’ve made a deal that if I try hard in school, and participate in my activities–without complaining–I can get the newest Macbook Air (or whatever is newest. I’m not sure :P).

Usually, I would frown upon being bribed–but this meant so much to me. My dad acknowledged that I’m working hard, and he rarely says things about how well I’m turning out or how much effort I’m putting into life.

So now … we wait. And I hope that I can use this incentive to do my best and flourish in life–that’s all I could ever hope for.

 

Personal Essay: Don’t Hunt what you can’t Roast.

As I talked about in a previous post, I was feeling anxious about going to camp. Yes, there were some social situations that had me feeling a little out of my comfort zone. It’s kind of ironic that the only place I post about my anxiety is my blog for the Newspaper, but the newspaper staff don’t have any idea I have it.

Speaking of anxiety, let me take this moment just to say I’m going to be going to a therapist about it. I’m nervous, so if you have any experience in what that’s like, comment down below.

So, a long story short I somehow became well-known for comebacks and roasts on this trip which was interesting to say the least. I’m known for this stuff in my church’s youth group too–but I don’t think of myself as good at those things, so it feels a little weird.

But, quickly, I started on the lookout for the next comment that would become prey to my roasting abilities. It became fun–it’s always fun–and let’s be honest the roasts still weren’t amazing.

The thing about people who are often roasting others is that they have to be looking, they have to be extremely observant. It’s not easy. It’s surprisingly difficult. All of the sudden, your one legendary comment means nothing. You need to keep cooking up the content, making newer and better insults.

I’m not all that invested in comebacks, honestly. Maybe the Chronicle Staff will be blessed by my additions sometimes, but this won’t be an everyday experience.

Because after all, that’s a lot of hunting. And you really shouldn’t hunt for meat you can’t roast.

OPINION: Trends are cringey af.

Okay, you guys may know that I like to talk about how little my faith in humanity — primarily my generation — is. I often don’t partake in trends (except for some lit fashion ones. And no, lit is just another example of a trend I most certainly do NOT get in on.)

One trend came to me whilst on a church mission trip. I was first introduced to the app GroupMe. It’s fun to be a part of those group chats, but I’ll warn you topics get dirty quickly (if that bothers you. I’m not bothered easily. But, like, you’re warned.)

Quickly, the trend vaping was introduced into the chat. That was last summer, and to be honest, I had to google what that was.

Now, I could rant that vaping is a wonderful gateway to real cigarettes, and stronger drugs than nicotine. Even if it doesn’t kill you (Yet. We still don’t know all of the health risks, and mostly we’ve decided that they may kill you … they just won’t kill you quickly.) but you aren’t going to listen. Especially if you are part of #vapenation — feeling the cringe yet?

I’m so tired of today’s trends. I don’t like giant, buglike eyebrows. I don’t like giant lips that look like you just went through anaphylactic shock. I don’t like fake eyelashes, crop tops, contouring, youtube videos about applying foundation with condoms, pink pom pom’s, fake glasses, man buns (unless it’s Sokka’s warrior’s tale … #avatartbt), long fake nails, rose gold, etc., etc., etc.

Does that list make you shudder. Me too. #shook.

Every other discussion we have is about Donald Trump. If he’s so terrible, you should just not focus on things that don’t make you happy (especially if there’s no reason to never stop focusing on him.) “WRONG.”

And can we just talk about dabs. My grandma is still trying to figure out what the hell they are! Like, what are those?

Or what about the Bee Movie like every time BEE they say BEE I will die BEE a little BEE more. BEE BEE BEE BEE BEEEEEEE.

And squads, they’re everywhere. Like marching band, we made the mistake of calling our small group squads. If I never hear “It’s Lit, Fam” again, I may still end up being a happy person.

Trends have always been bad, stupid, shall I say … Dank? I’m sorry if this is terrorizing you. It hurts to write, it. hurts. to. Write.

There’s this guy who was trying to flirt with me over snap chat awhile ago. After sending my STREAKS (let me cover my face and send you this message only because I want the streak and not because I want a human relationship) I opened a chat from him. Not that I was considering dating him before, but I was super turned off at “hey, baby girl.” I’m a strong, independent woman, who hella don’t have a need for you.

But I digress. (Sorry, sorry.)

My point is, have trends always spread like this, infiltrating even our safest learning locations like fidget spinners. And, yes, I had one. But that’s because I actually have anxiety. I’m not using a toy that helps some focus in ridiculous ways, so it can become a distraction for all.

I got my #inspo for this regrettable (no, i won’t say cringe again. I wouldn’t do that to you.) post when we were playing this ridiculous but embarrassingly fun game called paranoia. When one guy got chosen most likely “fidget spin his private parts” I realized just how far this all had gone.

Maybe high school has always been like that. From jeggings to onesies, from neon to space buns, heck even latex clothes! (Thanks, Kim.)

Maybe it’s just because I’ve finally come to the age when trends are really integrated in my age group. Maybe it’s because I’ve finally matured enough to realized that failed orange hair, trying to be viewed as edgy, and wearing black because it’s a ‘cool’ color were bad, embarrassing decisions. Maybe I’m more mature than others my age, even though I still hang out with 6th graders, the boy I like is 13, and I watch Avatar the Last Airbender lowkey like I’m looking for God in it.

To me though, even when my sister was going through high school, it seemed like the trends were not as hardcore as they are now. They were chill. And that was fine to the nines. (No, you haven’t missed a trend. I’ve always said this, I guess it’s my own personal trend. LOL.)

Maybe I may be viewed as out-of-touch by not participating in trends now. Or maybe I’ll be viewed as cool later because I don’t have any embarrassing #nofilter #Iwokeuplikethis #natural selfies later, with makeup that took me hours, a ton of editing to make my lips look fuller, and wearing a prom dress to bed because #whynot.

No revenge photos here.

 

***If you are wondering why so many words are bold or italics, those are the trends. Just to clarify.***

Camp makes me anxious — and so does everything else.

Tomorrow, I leave for camp. Not summer camp — outside in the trees and bugs and dirt — at a college. Learning journalism.

While I don’t not want to go, I’m a little anxious. How will I represent my school’s journalism program? Will I do well? What if the older kids make fun of me?

I am not diagnosed with social anxiety, but you would have to be blind to not see it. I can’t talk to anyone without blushing, my heart racing, and the world feeling like it’s going 100 miles per hour.

And of course, I have chronic laziness. It just never goes away.

These four days are fundamental. They could make me see a passion in journalism. They could be detrimental to my social life in the school newspaper this year. They could go wonderfully, or terribly, or really uneventfully.

Whatever happens, I hope when I get back I can see the purpose of going, I don’t want to feel like there was no reason to go.

And, of course, I hope I’ll get to break a lot of rules away from ol’ mom and dad. ;P