Day 5 Saturday

Ah, the oh so sweet end. The light at the end of the tunnel, the beautiful end to a difficult week. Not to say that my week is over, oh no no no. Next week is finals week, and once I am done with that, it is officially summer. As an expected results of the pressure of finals week so close to me, I yet again find myself within the midst of a chorus of difficult and negative thoughts. Thoughts that threaten to consume my conscience and toss my sanity overboard, like pirate seizing a ship. I know I must protects myself and prevail, yet I fear the daunting task ahead. I can only look with amazement at the seniors above me; those who have crossed the sea, undertaken the perilous journey and emerged victorious from the other side. I know that this is my last year of finals. Little consolation, but it is a nugget that I would never dream of forsaking. As I think positively about the year gone by, I can only hope senior year is better. Ghostrider- over and out.

Day 4 Friday

Ah, the bittersweet symphony of students, clamoring around the library during peak lunch hour. Hell, they might be there early due to their free blocks, or may stay late for the very same reason. I find it had to think and stay positive as I see these full library desks ahead of me, conveying a sense of regret as i realize that I should have departed from the comforts of the dining hall earlier. No matter. I have the weekend to study and although my biology final will be rough, I know that once I emerge on the other side, I will soar free. Positive thoughts such as that are what keeps me going during times like these.

Day 3 Thursday

Today went considerably better than before. Even now, as I type away on the keys, I whittle away what was left of the negative thoughts that once had the tenacity to call my subconscious home. The only thing that keeps me away from fully freeing myself from the negativity is my dread of finals and how they are slowly looming above me, threatening to crush my very existence under their sheer importance to the rest of my future. As finals creep up on an unsuspecting me, I can only hope that I have the willpower necessary to think positively and study hard.

Day 2 Wednesday

As a new day dawns, an I am no longer tormented by the Bio project, I can feel myself relax. Perhaps it was the fact that today was roll call, or that we got our yearbooks today, that made today seem so relaxed. I simply was in a good mood throughout the day...except for a few mishaps here and there. I found it quite easy to relax and not say anything or think anything negative. I also found out that I can be condescending, and that might be something I need to work on. I'll work on that tomorrow.

Day 1 Tuesday

As was expected, the first day of anything new is a challenge. Although I expected this, it still came as a shock how often I would think something negative. At first, I was shocked at how sarcastic and cynical I had become. I had never thought of myself as this type of person, yet here the evidence was! As i paid attention to my own negativity, I was genuinely startled by the sheer amount of negative thoughts that went racing through my mind. There was, however, one positive aspect to all this. By forcing myself to think more optimistically, I believe that I might be able to achieve success in this week long self project. I have hopes for tomorrow.

(Accidentally saved as a draft on Tuesday, Posted on Wednesday)

Anticipation. Giving up negative thoughts and hurtful comments

As a comedic genius, many of my jokes and simple jibes at my friends, often at their expense. I often make this simple negative quips that in my mind, pass by harmlessly.  These negative jokes, as I know see, are the lowest form of joke, the cruel joke. Along with these negative jokes, I often find myself thinking negative thoughts and stressing about moral, ethical, and material dilemmas. I realize that this pessimistic view might not be the best one for me, therefore I should think positive. Every time I think something negative, I will think the opposite instead, and see how that affects my week.

Standing 50 ft. away, looking kind of spooked...

While hiking through the Grand Canyon, Alex and Jon were astonished to discover remains near the river. They were even more astonished to find out that the grizzly remains were of none other than their best friend, Aman; only his wallet lived to speak of his identity. Aman had recently told them about his dream of skydiving in the Grand Canyon, and when he mysteriously disappeared, no one truly thought he was serious about this sudden passion. They called the police and requested that the famed forensic anthropologist, Dr. Temperance Brennan, analyze the remains. Due to their high social status as Webb alums, the authorities immediately granted their request.

            Dr. Brennan, or Bones as she liked to be called, believed this was an ordinary accident, a simple procedure she could complete straight from the book. How wrong she was.

            A closer look on the femur revealed a fracture that skydiving simply could not explain. Tracing through her reservoir of weapons, she finally found one that matched the oblique fracture. A baseball bat. She peeled of some skin and found a note tucked inside some plastic wrap. Obviously Aman knew something was up and that this note could not fall into the wrong hands. Aman had uncovered a plot leading straight to the (Incompetent) president of the United States. President Palin had sold the rights to America to North Korea, in return for an undisclosed sum of money in an offshore Swedish bank and private islands in the middle of the pacific in which to retire. Aman, a senior editor for BBC and Time had uncovered the story, and tried in vain to get word out. His sudden passion for skydiving was in reality a cover to meet with British MI6, who would appeal to the UN and invalidate Palin’s contract. They also promised to elect George Clooney.(Hmp, and here his friends thought he had suddenly become an aficionado.) 

Unfortunately for him, the rendezvous did not end well. The FBI, now controlled by North Korean spies, was hot on his trail and he knew he didn’t have much time. He wrote the note before jumping and tucked it in his pocket. After he crashed, he realized that his wound might be the only safe place anymore. He tucked in the note, and drifted of into the arms of death.

Behind Batman's mask... lies Cohn!!!

Cohn. Cohn is a stable rock, one who others can depend on.

Yet now this rock lies on shifting sand, for Cohn’s life has gone amuck with the arrival of Brett, the coy sexual minx. Brett is something new to Cohn; Cohn, who had always been told what to do, by his mother and ex.

To drink, or not to drink. That is the question.

In the praised novel The Sun Also Rises, Ernest Hemingway paints a picture in our mind’s eye. Here Hemingway paints a social commentary on the meaning of life, and what it meant for people living in a post-World War I world. I believe it is my civic duty to mention that at the time, the world had just experienced a war of this scale for the first time. We today know this as WWI, but the people then knew the war as The War to End All Wars. In hindsight, the correlation is between a new sense of war and the schism between pre- and post-war styles of thinking. As such, in this new post-war era, the people were generally disillusioned with life. Hemingway portrays that amazingly through his character’s reliance on alcohol to function. Alcohol (I assume as I have never partaken in the drinking, scouts honor) serves as chemical to release the social inhibitions that have plagued humankind; tis’ the burden of being socially dependent creatures. The trio cannot simply work and live in a monotonous rut, without social interactions. They would much rather partake in the endless parties that have come to define their lives. As such, Jake, Cohn, and Brett do not worry about the meaning of life, or the path to happiness, for they drink their pain away. As the wine flows like water, so do their true emotions. Hemingway portrays his characters as drifting through life, looking purpose and meaning, yet never finding any.