8/20/20
Dear Incoming Seniors
Liz Eike
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Here we are again: the end of summer. The last week before school. We download syllabi and prep our lecture notes with ease. We are veterans, about to face down the beast that is our education for the very last time. This is the final boss, our arch-nemesis, the last thing standing between us and a lifetime of faux freedom beneath the overcast sky of our student loan debt. We’ve trained for this for years. We are ready.

Except we aren’t.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Senior year. Our last hurrah before we face the “real” world was supposed to be a bittersweet blend of fun and scary. Instead, it’s just scary. The job hunt, which was intimidating enough before, is now saturated with an even thicker fog of uncertainty as employers struggle to stay afloat. The things we looked forward to about school like friends, events, and favorite professors, are severed from us by screens, or at least six feet of air. Most of us can’t even complain about the food at the dining hall, robbed of our chance to taste it one last time.
It isn’t fair. We didn’t ask for this. We are powerless to change it.

No one blames us for being disappointed. In fact, plenty of people probably feel sorry for us.

What if we showed them that they have no reason to be?

It’s true that we can’t do a thing to change our circumstances, but we do have complete control over one thing: ourselves. What if, instead of wishing we didn’t have to face this challenge, we rose to meet it? What if we stood our ground with equal force to that of the tidal wave hurtling toward us?

There’s no way around it. One way or another this year is going to suck. We’re going to have so many things to adjust to. Zoom is going to fail us countless times. Senioritis will come knocking only a few weeks in. This won’t be the worst, or the last, crisis we’ll face. We’ll make plans and many of them will inevitably fail. That’s just the way life works.

Whether you believe in God’s plan or fate or destiny or none of those things, there is one thing you can know for certain: doing nothing, especially in the midst of a challenge like this one, gets you nowhere. Do something. Change something about yourself: your attitude, your routine, maybe even your haircut if that’s what you need to give yourself a boost. Go after the things you want most. Change your plan as the battle does. Don’t let your fear and uncertainty get in your way. Plan to be standing when spring rolls around, even if you won’t get to stand at commencement.
That will be okay too. You weren’t going to listen to the speeches anyway.
 
 

How Coloring Books Help Me Combat My Anxiety
By Princess Berry
August 23, 2020
 
Anxiety can feel like one of those conditions that never go away. I could go days without having an anxiety attack and then, out of nowhere, one small thing will set me back. Besides getting therapy while I was in college, I have sought out other ways to help combat my anxiety. One of those ways is by using coloring books.

When I started working as a writing consultant at my university’s writing center, I noticed that there were coloring books in the cabinets. I didn’t know that it was acceptable for adults to even touch a coloring book until I saw my coworkers using them as a way to relax. This realization came in handy when I was on an airplane for the first time in years. My friend knew I was nervous about flying, so he offered me a coloring book to work on to distract me. Having my brain focus on figuring out what color I should choose for a cat’s bow, rather than on the turbulence, made the flight bearable. Coloring on the plane was also really fun to do.

Once home, I decided to pick up a few coloring books while at Dollar General. Luckily, I already had a bunch of rarely used markers and crayons. Coloring books do not stop my anxiety attacks, but they are great when I need to take my mind off stressful situations, and when there’s too much noise around me. I like to use my imagination when I color by pretending that I am an artist working on my next masterpiece, or if I’m working on coloring a person, I pretend that I am a makeup artist. Though my imagination is silly, it does help when I use my creativity since it helps me distance myself from my stress even more. Coloring books also made me feel like a kid again which is a feeling most adults would like to return to.

In the future, I would love to get more complex coloring books that have busier scenes, so that way I can color longer. A while back, I saw on Instagram that Gerard Way announced the “Quarantine coloring book” where pages can be downloaded for free. I think the idea is really nice, especially during these stressful times where most of us are spending a majority of our time in the house. I would like to get sticker books to help combat my anxiety, too. They are even simpler than a coloring book and will give me nostalgia since I was addicted to them as a kid.

If you have really bad anxiety, like me, what strategies do you use to combat it? I’m open minded, so all suggestions are welcome. In stressful times like these, it could be beneficial for all of us to mention what we use to combat anxiety to help others who don’t handle their anxiety in a healthy way and to help those who are seeking new coping methods. You can check out the “Quarantine coloring book” at https://www.thequarantinecoloringbook.com/.
 
Stay hopeful and stay safe!
 
Edited by: Emily Chance

 

April 10th
Cortney J. Rowe
My eyes fly open as I sit up in my fluffy, white bed. Running my fingers through curly hair, I look at the bedside clock. 6:45 A.M., April 10th, 2010. Just another typical day.
Climbing out of bed, I go and sit at my vanity table. My greying, dark brown hair is a lion’s mane around my tan face, lined with crow’s feet and wrinkles. Even my bright brown eyes do not make me look any younger. Damn you, fifty-one. I would not have to go through all these fertility treatments if I were younger.
I begin to flat-iron my hair, frustrated that it was taking longer than usual. Afterward, I dress in a pink-and-white skirt suit with a string of white pearls. After putting on my pink heels, I tiptoe down the hall and open the door near the spiral staircase.
“Marcus! Wake up! Time for school!”
Dark-rimmed hazel eyes open immediately. I fold my arms as he lurches out of bed. “If you were up already, why didn’t you get up and get dressed?”
“Just trying to get a few more minutes of sleep, Mother.” Marcus tosses his pajama top in the hamper and grabs a white buttoned shirt from the drawer. As he starts to button it up, I grab the bottom, noticing the wrinkles.
“You can’t put this on! Let the maid iron it…”
“It’s on now, so forget about it,” says Marcus as he yanks the shirt away, “Besides, the shirt wouldn’t be wrinkled if we had closets in this house.”
Biting my lips, I throw up my hands. “Fine, if you want to look like a slob, that’s your choice. I was just trying to help.”
Marcus rolls his eyes as I turn around and grasp the window sill. He knows why the house has no closets. How could he say something like that? Needing something to do, I open his window, the morning breeze rushing through the bars behind the window. “Isn’t the wind refreshing today?”
Marcus is pulling up his brown slacks. “Would feel better if the bars weren’t up.”
“Okay, Marcus” If this is how the morning was going to go, then I should stop talking to him. I watch him as he pulls his pants higher, only for them to fall just above his hips.
“I wish I had a belt.”
A jolt runs up my spine. I grasp Marcus’ arm and look him straight in the eye. “You don’t need a belt. We’ll call a tailor to fix all of your pants today. I’m sure your father has some that might fit bet-“
“Mom, Mom, Mom,” Marcus says as he places his hands on my shoulder, “It’s okay. I’ve lost a lot of weight over the years, and they’re only a little loose.”
I breathe a sigh of relief. I cannot even look at another belt again. “Well, I know you have a Student Council Meeting, and after that is basketball practice, so you’re going to be busy today. There’s nothing more uplifting than a socially-active child!”
Marcus kneels near his book bag. “Do you know what today is?”
“It is April 10th.”
“No, not the date, I mean that it’s been five years since— “
“—April 10th, five years ago. And next year, it will be six years after April 10th, five years ago.”
The hint of softness that came across Marcus’ face a few moments ago disappears completely. “Fine. Sorry, I brought it up at all. See you when I get home.”
            He threw his blue-and-white book bag over his shoulder and barrels down the stairs. I run after him. “Have a good day! Wish me luck at the fertility office!”
            Marcus shrugs his shoulders as he pulls a black cap over his bald head. “Whatever,” he says as he slams the door. My eye twitches as I smile at the closed door; it is only after I hear his Jeep pull out of the driveway that I walk into the living room and collapse on one of the white couches. Marcus just woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. Once I tell him that the fertility treatment was successful, he is going to be excited about his new brother or sister. I lean up to see the clock above the living room opening. 8:45. Over two hours before the appointment. I decide to relax until then.
The mantelpiece catches my eye. Miniatures from unknown artists sit between vases of lilies. I love lilies, as well as many other flowers, but my favorite flower is the orange rose; the uniqueness of it attracted me when I was younger. When Scott learned this, he would get me a bouquet of them every month, even filling my hospital with orange roses when I had…anyway, now I cannot bear to look at them anymore. No matter: the lilies are nice. Before the miniatures, the mantelpiece used to be filled with pictures. There were our wedding picture from twenty-six years ago; a picture of Scott and Aaron Rosenberg, his architectural firm partner and best friend; at least one picture of Aaron’s daughter Ruth when she was younger; and many pictures of Marcus and…I turn my attention to the white baby grand near one of the living room’s picture windows.
Sounds of a young boy creating a cacophony using the keys flow through my memories, suddenly replaced by melodious notes from a natural musician. A lump develops in my throat, but I swallow it and jump to my feet and put on a 500-watt smile. Today is going to be a good day. Scott’s going to meet me at the hospital, they’re going to find some usable eggs, Scott’s going to give them some of his sperm, and we’ll be on our way to having another baby! With this in mind, I leave the living room and start my day.
 
I rapidly tap my foot against the blue carpet in the fertility office. The appointment starts in fifteen minutes, and Scott still is not here. Where is he? He promised he’d be here on time. I look around at the rest of the people in the clinic. A young woman is leaning on an older man as he holds her hand and whispers in her ear. A woman talks to her mother about what type of sperm she wants for her baby. Two men gush about their embryos being implanted today, each holding the hand of their surrogate. When I see a pregnant woman waiting for a post-in vitro checkup talking to her husband while her young son lies his head on her belly and talks to his baby brother, I cannot take it anymore. I pull my phone out and punch the button for Scott’s number. It rings a couple of times before “Hi, this is Scott Carlton” comes up. I push one, and the message recorder comes up. “Where the hell are you, Scott? It’s almost time for the appointment! Get here soon!”
I click off the phone and realize that half of the clinic is staring at me. The gay couple and their surrogate look at me with pity while the woman shakes her head and continues to talk to her mother. The pregnant woman covered her son’s ears, and the young woman looked at me from the corner of her eye before returning to being comforted by her partner. I sit straight up, smooth out my skirt, and give a friendly smile. No need to get rattled over something that will be okay. Scott is coming; he’s just running a bit late, that’s all. I’ll apologize to him for the message I left as soon as he comes.
“Mrs. Cynthia Carlton?”
I jump up, walking towards the receptionist’s desk. “Yes?”
“Dr. Green is ready to see you.”
My heart races as I look towards the door. “May I wait a few minutes for my husband?”
“You may, but that will cut into your appointment time, and we wouldn’t be able to reschedule it until sometime next week.”
I bite my lip before taking a deep breath. “Okay. But when he comes, can you send him to my room?”
“I can do that.”
“Thank you so much!”
With that, I go into the back and walk past several doors before I find the one labeled R. Green. A short and stout doctor with blonde hair and blue eyes stands up and shakes my hand. “Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Carlton, I’m Rachel Green, spelled exactly like the Friends and one E away from the ER character.”
I nod my head. I’m not sure how I’m supposed to respond to that. Dr. Green must have sensed my discomfort because she gets down to business when we sit down. “Let’s see…you received the human chorionic gonadotropin on the 8th, so now we’re ready for egg retrieval and fertilization, right?  Where is Mr. Carlton?
“He’ll be in time for fertilization,” I say, “Let’s retrieve those eggs!”
“Okay.” I go into the bathroom and change into a white hospital gown, lying on the bed when I return. “I am going to put you under sedation such that you’ll feel mild discomfort from the needle, but it’s safer than anesthesia. Is that all right?”
I nod my head. She puts an IV in my arm, and I start to get drowsy, closing my eyes and imagining that I was somewhere else.
I was lying on my back inside a purple plush area. My arms were folded across my chest, covering my starch white shirt and black vest, which complimented my black pants and dress shoes. Although my eyes were closed, I could sense everyone looking at me. There were some of my fellow marching band members standing near the back of the crowd looking at me. A few feet in front of them are my high school track teammates, who came from their prestigious colleges to see me. Near the edge of the crowd was Professor Dane Johnson, the sponsor of the Minorities in Engineering Club. It took me forever to convince him that I was three-eighths black so I could join the club. Standing to his left was Professor Gong Jun-fan, the sponsor of the Chinese Culture Club and my Chinese teacher.  Next to him stood my girlfriend, Roberta Zhang, who I had met in the Chinese Culture Club. A beautiful Mexican woman of Chinese descent going to school to become a doctor; she was the perfect girl for me.
Near the front was my father’s business partner with his wife and daughter. Every summer I would intern at my father’s company; it taught me good business skills. In front of them, my fourteen-year old brother lays his first basketball medal on my chest, while my father bowed his head to hide the tears coming down his face. He had a firm grasp around my mother’s shoulders; she was sobbing uncontrollably, wondering why this was happening…
“Mrs. Carlton!”
I jerk up, looking towards the heart monitor, which was beeping rapidly. Dr. Green gently squeezes my shoulder as she turns me her way. “Please calm down.”
I slowly inhale and exhale, trying to stop my hands from shaking. “Did you finish the egg retrieval?”
Dr. Green sighs. “When your heart rate went up, I had to stop the retrieval early. I was able to retrieve eight eggs, which is less than we hoped.”
“Can we do it again? We can use the anesthe- “
“Anesthesia mixed the sedatives you’ve already taken could cause a negative and perhaps fatal reaction. Besides, we should try to keep these eggs viable until your husband can come.”
My eyes widen as I look at her. “My husband still isn’t here? He never came?”
“Anyone who comes would have to speak to the receptionist. Four people came in while you were back here, but none of them was your husband.”
My mind wanders somewhere else as Dr. Green gives me her apologies. All I can hear is my foot tapping against the side of the bed until the doctor asks whether or not I wanted to keep the eggs.
“Of course!” I say, giving her the biggest smile, I can muster, “We’ll both be back real soon to make our baby!”
 
I bite my lip as I pull up to my driveway. Scott didn’t come. I panicked, so Dr. Green couldn’t get as many eggs as we wanted. I should be freaking out, but a uniformed calm comes over me. My calm shatters when I see Marcus’ car in the driveway.
My heart races as I run into the house. “Marcus? Marcus!”
Marcus appears at the top of the stairs; he has changed into a yellow-and-orange checkered shirt and white jeans. He runs down the stairs and places his hands on my shoulders. “What’s wrong?”
I want to be comforted by this gesture, but I shrug his hands off instead. “Why aren’t you at school? You should be at Student Council now!”
Marcus walks towards the coatrack. “I didn’t feel like going to the Student Council today. As of matter of fact, I didn’t feel like going to school. When you left, I came back and try to get some sleep, but I kept having night—“
“You can’t skip school, Marcus! You need it to get anywhere! How could you be so irresponsible?”
Marcus gives me an unnerving smirk as he pulls out a brown leather jacket. “Guess in vitro didn’t work, eh?”
I know I should focus on the fact that he skipped school, but that comment is so mean-spirited that I must comment on it. “What is wrong with you? You haven’t been supportive of the idea all day, even though it would make me happy. Why are you being so cold?”
“Cold?” Marcus shouts, making me jump back, “Me? ‘And next year, it will be six years after April 10th five years ago’, like it’s some other day. It’s been five years since Justin died!”
The memories flood my head as I brace myself with a small table in the living room. The leather shoes floating in the air. The limp tan hands. The vacant brown eyes. The curly, dark-brown hair spilling over a head bent at an odd angle. The tautness of a black belt.
I distantly hear Marcus’ voice breaking as he continues. “Why don’t we ever talk about him? Why did you take all his pictures down? Why are you acting like he never existed? You are just trying to replace with a new baby and— “
“Shut up!” I swerve around, making him jump, “You weren’t there! Your father wasn’t there! You didn’t see him hang—“ I stop myself. Falling apart like this just won’t do.
I sigh as I straighten my blouse and wipe the residue from my eyes. After that, I put on a pleasant smile and pat Marcus’ wet cheek. “I guess I was so angry about you skipping school that I overreacted. I’m sorry.”
The coldness returns to Marcus’ face as a final tear runs over my hand. “Me too. That I thought things were going to be different this time. Goodbye, Mother.”
“Where are you going?” I shout as he walks out the door.
“To see my girlfriend, Robbie!”
Robbie? Marcus can’t be…that would be disgusting, but I mustn’t react. “Have a good day then,”
“And you don’t even care that I’m dating her. Whatever, goodbye.”
With that, he gets into his car and drives away. Exhausted, I flop onto the couch. This day has been rough, but I refuse to let it break me. A knock on the door motivates me to get up, straighten myself, and answer it. I am surprised to see that my visitor is Ruth.
“Hello, darling!” I embrace her, noticing that she’s gained a few pounds. “What brings you here?”
She twirls one of her long black curls. “I just wanted to say hello, and talk to you a bit. May I come in?”
“Of course!” Ruth comes in and sits on the couch without taking off her brown trench coat. I join her and grab her hand. “You’re shaking, dear. What’s the matter?”
She looks at me with wide blue eyes. “I’m pregnant.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful!” I say with as much gusto as I can while I hug her. I try to ignore the many thoughts that came in my head. How I was hoping that maybe someday Ruth and Marcus would get married. It will break Rebecca and Aaron’s hearts to have a 19-year old, unwed, pregnant daughter, especially if the father is some bum or hooligan. Nevertheless, she came to me for a reason, and I’ll help her out as much as I can. “I bet if you explain the situation to your parents, they’ll be—“
“Sco-Mr. Carlton is the father.”
I break my embrace, going numb. Distantly, Ruth explains how two years ago, Scott was devastated over Justin’s death, and she comforted him. Things happened, and that they didn’t want to hurt me, and that this wasn’t supposed to happen. As if they had a mind of their own, my hands clasp around her neck. Miles away, her screams and pleads reach my ears, but I couldn’t respond to them. Our maid tries to pull me off to no avail. Finally, Marcus comes from nowhere and pries my fingers off of Ruth’s neck. I don’t register any of this, only falling back on the couch. Someone dialing 911 is the last thing I hear before I completely check out.
 
The tap of my foot on the stone floor is the only sound that registers to me in the jail cell. Everything that happened today is a blur. Everyone I know is a blur. The only thing that matters now is the repetitive beat of my toes and heel. I absently look at the cell door as it slides open. Scott is standing on the other side, but it doesn’t register until he exclaims, “Jesus Christ, Cindy! You didn’t have to do that to Ruthie!”
I strike him across the face. “Don’t you dare chide me about your whore!”
I walk past him to get my things. “Don’t call Ruthie a whore! I’m as much to blame as she is!”
“Oh, we both can agree with that!”
I snatch my things off of the counter, apologizing when the police officers tell me to calm down. I put on my heels so I can look straight into Scott’s green eyes. “I asked for one thing today. One. Come to the clinic and give your sperm. That’s all. You couldn’t even do that for me, and now? I have to find out you’re having a baby by someone else?”
“I’m sorry I didn’t come today, Cindy, but to be honest, I didn’t want another baby.”
I suck my teeth as I pull on my jacket. “Thanks for letting me know that you don’t want a baby by me, Scott.”
“That’s not what I mean!” he catches me outside and holds my arms. “Ruthie’s pregnancy wasn’t supposed to happen, but I will take responsibility for it.”
“That’s makes me feels so much better.”
“Listen to me! I had to talk to someone about Justin’s death, and you weren’t available. You always avoided the subject, moving on from it. I couldn’t do that. I had to talk about it, and Ruthie was there to listen.”
“Oh, I’m sure Ruthie ‘helped’ you a lot!”
 “Cindy, I told you it wasn’t like that!”
“You know, how dare you use our son’s death as an excuse for cheating?”
“Cindy, that’s not fair!”
Tears stream down his face as he bites his lips. I turn away, knowing that was a low blow. My chance of escape, however, comes in the form of a yellow cab. “Taxi!”
Scott grabs my wrist. “Don’t go. We can ride home together.”
“I have to be alone for a while, Scott.” He lets go of my wrist, and I climb into the taxi. “I’ll see you when I get home, okay?”
He nods his head and closes the door. I watch as he disappears in the distance. I can’t blame him for the way he chooses to grieve Justin; I’m not sure if my way is working any better.
 
“Thank you,”
The cab driver nods as he pulls away. The cemetery looks ominous at night, but there is enough moonlight to illuminate the tombstones. Although I haven’t been here in five years, I know where Justin’s grave is: near the gate under the willow tree. I made my way there.
When I get to my destination, I’m surprised by the first thing I see. At the base of the tombstone is a bouquet of orange roses. There’s only one person who could have brought this: Scott. I leave the flowers undisturbed, taking off my heels and crawling to the tombstone, touching its letters. Justin Williams Carlton. Williams is my maiden name. Born, January 14th, 1986. I was so excited when I had him, being my first child.  Died April 10th, 2005. He was only nineteen.
My body shakes as tears flow down my face. I wanted to ask Justin why. Why did he kill himself? Why was he so unhappy? Did he even consider how he would destroy his family with this final act?
I curl up in a ball and bite my fingers, still shaking, still sobbing.  I wanted to stay here forever. I don’t want to go back to a world where I’ve pushed my son and husband away, where I have to accept my husband’s baby by another woman, where I’ll have to question for the rest of my life why my other son is no longer here. I want to lie here forever.
A leather jacket falls over me. I put it on and sitting up, I see Marcus kneeling next to me. “Ruthie and her baby are okay,” he says.
“I don’t care,” but a part of is glad I didn’t seriously hurt them. We sat there for a couple of minutes before I spoke again. “I don’t understand.”
Marcus rubs his head. “With everything he was doing at school, I think he was overwhelmed. Some people can handle the pressure, some can’t.”
I wipe my eyes. “What do we do now?”
Marcus’ eyes become moist. “We take care of ourselves and each other. That means not holding in things. It’s better to let them out. Justin wouldn’t want us to be consumed by his death.”
I reach to wipe his eyes. “That means eating more, and not trying to hold onto Justin through his associates. You don’t have to do that, Marcus.”
Before I know it, Marcus puts his head on my chest and starts to cry. “It’s just so hard without him, Mom.”
I pat his head as he wraps his arms around my waist. “We’re going to get through this together. The three of us: me, you, and your father.”
Marcus nods. “That sounds great.”
“Let’s go home. In memory of Justin, I’ll make some fish and chips and beignets. How does that sound?”
As we stand up, Marcus puts his arm around my shoulders, giving me a genuine smile. “That sounds great.”
I put my arm around his waist, and we walk away. My forgotten heels remain lying against the tombstone.
 
Edited by Haley Mendenhall
 
 

​Adventures of an American Abroad
Jenna Fults
 
Growing up in small-town Durango, Colorado – population a mere 19,000 people – I was very sheltered from the world around me as I navigated through grade school. As a shy, introverted teen and a devoted homebody, I never dreamed that I’d ever leave the comfy bubble I’d lived in for most of my life.
 
So, when people asked me why I’d decided to go to university full-time in Aberdeen, Scotland, I didn’t have an answer. Truthfully, I still don’t. Perhaps it was a longing for travel, or a desire to see more of the world outside of little Durango. Now, however, I find myself wondering if it was something inside of me that yearned to experience life outside of my comfort zone – an area I’d never explored out of fear of the unknown. Sound like you? Then studying abroad may be your next adventure.
 
Now that I’m in my last year of “uni,” I’ve had some time to reflect on my past three years in Scotland. I have a better appreciation for travel and understand why going abroad is such a unique and rewarding opportunity. Studying abroad in Europe may be for you if:
 
 

1. You want to travel. Though traveling may not be very feasible at the moment, this is undoubtedly one of the top reasons people attend university outside of their home country, whether it be for a semester, a year, or full-time. This is an especially invaluable opportunity for Americans, who are often limited in their ability to travel, unless they want to spend a pretty penny on plane tickets. It’s much easier (and much less expensive) to travel within Europe from global hotspots such as Berlin, Amsterdam, Paris, and London, giving you access to a multi-cultural experience just outside of your backyard. Even though Scotland is not exactly known for its weather (yes, there is a lot of rain) or its food (Mm, haggis and black pudding!), each country has its unique lifestyle and activities for outdoor enthusiasts and culture fiends alike.

 

1. You want to save money. Yes, you can actually attend a university abroad and save money! Many universities in the UK have cheaper tuition than their US counterparts, and in some European countries (Germany, for example), higher education is free, or available for a very small fee. An English university degree typically takes 3 years, which means only 3 years of tuition, and my university in particular has the fourth-year tuition free for international students. That means, even with factoring in flight tickets, it costs about as much as studying at an in-state university and was far cheaper than my second choice – a small, private out-of-state college. In countries with a public healthcare option, you often get the benefit of health coverage for a very low cost as well.

 

1. You want to learn a new language. Thankfully, living in Scotland, I didn’t have to learn a new language – that is, beyond a couple of polite Scottish Gaelic sayings – slainte, ciamar a that hu? Though I did have to contend with the notoriously difficult Doric dialect, the stuttering drawl of drunk Glaswegians, and the almost otherworldly slang of old Aberdonian cab drivers (Yer aff yer heid, lass). However, if you enjoy the process of learning a language or want to study a foreign tongue for more practical reasons, then studying in Europe is the perfect opportunity. If you’re worried about understanding your classes, no worries – there are plenty of international, English-taught degrees in European universities.

 

1. You want exposure to new culture (or cultures!). Foreign students account for a third of the student population at my university; that means, beyond the exposure to Scottish culture, I’ve also interacted with dozens of Italians, Germans, Norwegians, and Russians – just to name a few! Along with the incredible opportunity I’ve had to learn about other cultures, I’ve also gained a new-found global perspective that will provide insight and encourage empathy for all others as I begin to navigate the daunting territory of adulthood.

 

1. You want to party. This was not my goal, but in many European countries, the drinking age is 18 or lower – which means pub crawls and clubbing are highly popular activities in university culture. However, pub culture does tend to be more relaxed and community centered than a typical bar in the good ol’ U.S. of A., so even for those who prefer not to get *plastered every weekend, these local hotspots are a great opportunity just to hang out and have fun. If you’re looking to have a good time, Europe is the place to be.

 

 

1. You want to explore life outside your comfort zone. I think that, upon much reflection, this is the real reason I went abroad. From that same shy introvert, I became a more confident, outgoing, and independent person. I learned how to problem-solve and branch out to others without my support group, thousands of miles across the Atlantic. I became a leader of the Creative Writing Society and I began to participate in events and activities that I never would have thought of doing pre-university. I think now, looking back, that the creeping desire to go abroad was less of an informed, logical decision – though as you can see, there are plenty of reasons for doing so – and more of an insistent push from my subconscious, guiding me into becoming the person I was always meant to be.

 
Edited by Morgan Mitchell
 

“Surprising Variations from the Fairy Tales of the Brothers Grimm to Disney Adaptations” by Keeley Catarineau
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            Most people have watched the classic Disney movies Snow White and the Seven Dwarves and Cinderella. The films often inspire a feeling of nostalgia and happiness in the viewer, reminding them of their childhood when they likely watched the film. These Disney depictions of fairy tales are near and dear to my heart, as they are for many others, but most people do not know how far the Disney versions stray from the harsh and gruesome realities in the classic stories by the Brothers Grimm.

            The first Disney film was Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, based loosely off “Snow White” by the Brothers Grimm. In the Grimms’ version of the tale, the evil queen and Snow White’s stepmother makes two unsuccessful attempts to kill Snow White before she gives Snow White the poisoned apple. The first attempt is with staylaces, or the laces used to tighten a corset. The stepmother pretends to be selling them and then laces Snow White up so tight in her corset she collapses. However, the dwarves save Snow White by cutting the laces when they return home. Next, the evil queen makes a poisoned comb that Snow White takes and uses from a once-again disguised queen and collapses. Again, the dwarves return home and bring Snow White back to life by removing the comb from her hair. Finally, the queen feeds Snow White a poisoned apple. This seems to stick because there is no way for the dwarves to remove the apple once Snow White has eaten it. In Disney’s version of events, there is only one attempt with the poisoned apple. Despite this, both versions have a young and handsome prince come along to find Snow White preserved in all her beauty. While the prince brings Snow White back to life with true love’s kiss in the Disney film, the prince’s servants bring Snow White back to life in the Grimms’ story because they trip while they are carrying her coffin and dislodge the piece of poisoned apple stuck in her throat. Finally, a large difference between the two is how the evil queen comes to an end, though both accounts are somewhat violent. The queen falls from a cliff during a storm in the Disney adaptation, although the evil queen in the Grimms’ tale is forced to dance around in hot iron shoes until she falls down dead.

            Another classic Disney film is Cinderella—most anyone will be able to tell you about the magnificent blue dress and glass slippers that Cinderella wears in this film. While it may be logical to think that this film was based off of the Grimms’ “Cinderella,” this film was actually based more closely on Charles Perrault’s “Cendrillon.” Though the evil stepsisters hardly get their own happily ever after in any version of the tale, the punishment for their crimes is particularly horrid in the Grimms’ story. First, each of the stepsisters slice off parts of their feet to fit into the prince’s golden slipper, but the blood staining the stepsisters’ stockings gives away that their feet do not actually fit. Then, as punishment for their wrongdoings, the sisters get their eyes pecked out by doves when they attempt to attend Cinderella’s wedding to the prince. This violence is completely omitted from the Disney film—there are no blood-stained stockings or doves pecking out eyes.

            The glaring variations between these versions of fairy tales may have had something to do with the differing time periods in which each was created. When the Brothers Grimm wrote their stories in the 1800s, conditions were much harsher than a century later when Disney began releasing his film adaptations. Walt Disney himself, when asked about the differences from the Grimms’ fairy tale of Snow White, said, “It’s just that people now don’t want fairy stories the way they were written. They were too rough. In the end, they’ll probably remember the story the way we film it anyway.” He was correct, too; as time continues on, the fairy tales that people remember are not the classic Grimms’ tales, but the idealized stories from Disney movies.

Edited by Morgan Mitchell

​My 2020 Reading Rush TBR
By Elizabeth Dubos
 
The Reading Rush, formerly called the “BookTubeAThon”, was started by BookTuber Ariel Bissett in 2013. The Reading Rush is a weeklong readathon for book lovers around the globe, in which Cohosts Ariel Bissett and Raeleen Lemay create challenges to encourage book lovers to read as much as possible. Every year, thousands of readers join in to see how many challenges they can complete. Additionally, if you go onto the Reading Rush website, readers can earn badges based on completed challenges, attend virtual read ins, and browse literary forums to chat and discuss all things book related. The 2020 Reading Rush is July 20th–26th. If you would like to know more about the 2020 Reading Rush challenges and what books I’m planning to read, please continue reading.
 
The Reading Rush is one of my favorite readathons because the challenges are innovative and it’s a great way to catch up on my Goodreads Reading Challenge. For the past four years I have participated in the Reading Rush because it’s a great way to expose myself to new books, genres, and authors. In 2019, the Reading Rush helped push me out of my literary comfort zone by introducing me to poetry. Another reason why I love participating in the Reading Rush is because if I don’t have a book that meets the challenge requirements, it gives me the opportunity to buy a book! I don’t have a professional BookTube or Book Instagram page, but I love participating because it gives me the opportunity to discuss books with fellow book lovers. For the 2020 Reading Rush I am going to combine the challenge requirements, so I can complete them in between my busy work schedule. If would you like to know more about the books, I selected I will leave a link to their Goodreads pages.
 
1/ Read a book with a cover that matches the color of your birth stone. I am born in November, so my birth stone is Topaz or Citrine (yellow). I am going to choose The Unhoneymooners by Lauren Christina because the cover is 80% yellow. https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/42201431-the-unhoneymooners?ac=1&from_search=true&qid=8odIzC4NSp&rank=1
 
2/ Read a book that starts with the word “The.” The Hating Game by Sally Thorne. https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25883848-the-hating-game?from_search=true&from_srp=true&qid=LmutRPN5Ib&rank=1
 
3/ Read a book that inspired a movie you’ve already seen. Recently HBO recommended that I watch The Hate U Give starring Amandla Stenberg. I thought the characters and storyline were phenomenal because it’s realistic, educational, and riveting. This has inspired me to read the book The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas. https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32075671-the-hate-u-give?from_search=true&from_srp=true&qid=R6hma2vjKp&rank=1
 
4/ Read the first book you touch. For this challenge I covered my eyes, waved my hands over my bookshelves, and selected a book that my hand landed on. I am going to be reading Eliza and Her Monsters by Francesca Zappia. https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31931941-eliza-and-her-monsters
 
5/ Read a book completely outside of your house.  I am planning to read outside by the pool. I am going combine this challenge with reading The Unhoneymooners by Lauren Christina. This is an adult romance and contemporary book, so it will be relaxing to read outside. Plus, it’s 400 pages, so I can devour the book in case the weather is stormy that week.
 
6/ Read a book in a genre that you’ve always wanted to read more of. Lately, I’ve been in the mood to read more adult romance books, so I am going to combine this challenge with reading The Hating Game by Sally Thorne.
 
7/ Read a book that takes place on a different continent than where you live. I live in North America, so I am going to choose to read A Darker Shade of Magic by V.E. Schwab, which is set in London. In the past I’ve been nervous to read this book, because I didn’t want to be disappointed by the hype. I think the Reading Rush will be a great excuse to finally read this book.  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22055262-a-darker-shade-of-magic?from_search=true&from_srp=true&qid=EKVQqfiAgl&rank=1
 
Reading Rush Website Link:  https://www.thereadingrush.com
 
Edited by Jenna Fults
 

The Pros and Cons of Waitressing
By Kristina Drendel

At the end of my senior year of high school, it seemed like the only job my friends would talk about was waitressing. One of our friends’ relatives was a server at the local Olive Garden and upon hearing about their experience, we all decided that we wanted to try it. It seemed like a glamorous job-tips could add up to over $100 a night! That was a huge difference from the $8.25 an hour I had been making previously. So, the day I turned 18, I applied to be a waitress at the only sit-down restaurant in my town. I’ve been a waitress for over two years now and wanted to list the pros and cons I have found throughout my experience.

Pros:
No education requirement: Many jobs nowadays require a college degree, even though they aren’t really necessary. Waitressing is great because you do not need a college degree. This makes it the perfect job to start earning a livable wage right away. Technically you don’t even need a high school degree, although it is preferred.
Restaurants are always hiring: Unlike other industries, the food industry is consistently in need of more people. This is especially important with COVID-19 as many people were furloughed from their jobs and are in need of another way to make a living.
With tips, you can make a large amount in a short time: This is obviously dependent on how busy your restaurant is, but if it’s a busy night you can make $150 plus in just a few hours. Unfortunately, this isn’t constant as it depends on how much people decide to tip you.
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Cons:
Wage is tip based: As I mentioned previously, tips can allow you to make a large amount in a short time period. However, if your restaurant has a slow night, you might not make anything at all. Most places pay servers below minimum wage because with tips they will make above minimum wage. This isn’t always true though. I’ve had nights where after 6 hours of work I’ve only made about $20.
Little consistency: Every night is completely different. There’s essentially no way to predict if it will be a good night or a bad night. If you have to pay bills this can make waitressing a stressful job as you might not know if you will have the money to pay your bills on time.
Some people look down on servers: Because there is no minimum education requirement, some people will unfortunately make assumptions about your intelligence level. As a server, you work with people constantly which means there isn’t a way to avoid rude people. You just have to bite your tongue and hope they will leave soon enough.
Waitressing can be a great job but that doesn’t mean it is without its flaws. Be sure to take both the pros and cons into account if you are considering being a waitress or waiter. Personally, I have really enjoyed my time as a waitress and plan on continuing when I return from school.
 
Edited by Liz Eike