Month: October 2016

[Where Do You Want Me to Take Your Picture?]

by Katy Mc Donald

About Aiyana Spear

While sitting in the worst class in the world and “listening” to the world’s worst teacher Aiyana lets herself dream. Through her dreams, the world around her vanishes and a new one takes its place. She thinks of Captain American, Ironman, Ironfist, Spiderman and Nova. None of that DC nonsense mind you. They are heroes, real heroes. They have powers and can do amazing things.

Her world changes again. Now she too has a power. She can change the probability. It’s an odd power but anyone who understands numbers as Aiyana does will understand how incredible it truly is. With this power she can do anything, fly, breathe underwater, win the lottery. People would ask her “what are the chances?” and she would shrug it off with a smile.

The world changes one last time. She is now in New York City making final preparations for model UN. This is something that she does every year. Of course helping middle schoolers figure out how to make their arguments didn’t used to be the deal. But that’s okay. It gives her the opportunity to study foreign policy and that’s a real passion of hers.

Then class ends and she is jarred out of her day dreaming by the hustle and bustle of people preparing for what comes next in the day. She too packs up. Shaking her head to clear it of any remnants of her dreams. But they will be there later for her to revisit.

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[Aztec]

By Christian Wilson

About Madison Hart

So Madison’s wearing this gold necklace, right? I was thinking, yo that looks like an Aztec necklace. Not like gift shop Aztec but like jungle, pyramid, ancient gods, heart sacrifice Aztec. I was just sitting there scratching my head. What are the only two ways to get some Aztec bling? You either rob a museum or raid a tomb. So I’m like damn, this chick’s either Danny Ocean or fricking Indiana Jones, but since Indiana Jones is way more culturally relevant than Ocean’s 11, it’s got to be the latter.

So obviously, she’s in some long-forgotten Central American temple. She’s like, in this big stone room. You know vines everywhere. Vines on the wall, vines hanging from the ceiling, vines on the floor. It’s like fricking vine Oprah, just vines everywhere. And she’s trying to solve an ancient puzzle and she’s smoking a cigarette. Actually, it’s a cigar because cigars are classy. Cool people in the ‘40s smoke cigars, especially archaeologists. 40s archaeologists like chain smoke cigars. Actually she probably isn’t smoking anything because it’s 2015 and let’s be real, nobody smokes cigars anymore.

[Dust]

by Lucy Earl

About Sierra Karas

The light that managed to fight its way through the filth on the window was blanketing the room in a soft morning glow; everything smelled of dust, the kind of dust that crept its way into your nose and settled there, threatening a sneeze each time you breathed.  The dust was like the sound of socks on a hardwood floor, you don’t expect it to make a sound, yet it was so subtle that the sound seeps into your brain which is quickly pushed away into the depths of your subconscious and ignored, added to a list of regulars, sounds like grass in the wind or the loud sounds of the city that get duller the more you stay. Can people become subconscious regulars? Can you come to expect their every move? Will people grow dim, muffled by your subconscious expectations? Slowly they will fade into nothing but background noise that you have forgotten the sweet sound it makes, lost under socks and hardwood.

[Adam, Who Smells Really Nice]

by Aiyana Spear

About Adam Dorsheimer

Before you ask, that hat he was wearing was from his trip to Ireland this summer. He says Ireland was cool, but he also claims to have only met, like, three Irish people- though I guess that’s what happens when you visit during tourist season. When asked to pick between cats and dogs the response comes after he has turned away, embarrassed, and he mumbles “Fish.” He’s that kid who’s allergic to, like, everything. He gets really defensive about DC comics, but willingly admits that the movies are not great. He says that he tends to profile people, I mean, most people do but he worries that his snap judgements are rude.

Adam, who quotes various comedians, has a love of English class, and who would choose invisibility as his superpower.

[A Psychoanalysis of Ellen Huggins]

by Cassidy Nicks

About Ellen Huggins

*Disclaimer: Cassidy Nicks is not licensed and has been diagnosed with borderline personality disorder, so all documents should be taken with that in mind.

In my deep analysis of Ellen, I’ve concluded she has mommy issues. One cornerstone memory for her, although she didn’t say so (I used my amazing skills of psychological deduction), was making chocolate. While this could just indicate her family traditions adopted from their time living in Belgium, there was genuine stress in her voice as she described her mother yelling at her to ‘roll the chocolate faster!’ In addition, one of Ellen’s secret desires is to be able to sing publicly like her brothers, but her mom (and also her dad) never put effort into figuring that out for her. But most telling of all are Ellen’s dreams. Many times she has been peacefully dreaming, and finds she has to pee… But then, a woman, a beautiful woman, (i.e. Mary Poppins) tells her to ‘just go!’ And she does.

Dreams are widely believed to be our brains dealing with and processing our problems. Ellen dreams of an authoritative woman telling her to do something shameful. That sounds like… Mommy issues.

In conclusion, I, Dr. Cassidy Nicks, am diagnosing my patient Ellen Huggins with severe Class A mommy issues and have recommended that she continues to repeat this phrase to herself to boost her confidence- ‘just go… For it!’

Constant Improvement

by Thalia Medrano

About Cassidy Nicks

Within her life, she was very driven toward success, to improve, to be the best, yet, like anyone, she struggled with motivation and facing hardship. So often she wished to find herself at the finish line without running the race, to have the medal mailed home to her while she kicked her feet up and put off whatever it was she had to do that night. But she was realistic. She knew this was not her reality, and however infatuated she was with a projected end result, she also valued her experiences.

She treasured the little things that life had to give, the harmonious, simple pleasures that didn’t force her to face an issue, and instead allowed her to fully enjoy all they had to offer. She valued family for this reason, the easy moments she had with them. This dedication to life offset her greater flaws. Pride was her sin, though she was not so proud that she couldn’t recognize it.

As ever, she tried to better herself, and aimed for success despite her desire to just stumble onto her desired outcome. She was nothing if not determined.