SELF-AWARENESS CHECK_The World as a Stage_The mad physicist and I_The Last Ride
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SELF-AWARENESS CHECK
SELF- AWARENESS CHECK Losing faith in an institution happened for me when the pandemic struck our country. Growing up as an only child, the local church gave me a centered source of stability. Over the years, developing a sense of moral compass, other institutions crumbled long before the institution of religion. The first institution to fail in my life was family. I witnessed arguments from an early age fueled by my father's alcoholism. At age six, I was well aware of the affects alcoholism could have on a family unit. In first grade, I would often stay awake al...
The World as a Stage
"Teo! Teo! Answer a few questions before you go on stage tonight?" a young vlogger shoved her phone in Teodoro’s face. A swarm of paparazzi and fans attacked as we walked from the car to the backstage entrance of the night’s venue. Some were snapping photos in a frenzy of flashes, others were fussing with voice recorders, and the rest steadied the aim of their phones. The group herded around Teo, eliminating his personal space. Teo didn’t seem to care how intruding or obnoxious our enthusiasts had become; he looked intoxicated by the attention every time. Matt, Darius, and I trailed behi...
The mad physicist and I
Staring at the blank, white washed wall, all I saw was an unlimited amount of little, white paint dots. Nothing exciting. At this point in my life I felt very bored, tired and thought that physics was too big for a chap like me. After sitting on the couch like a total slump, I grabbed my plump, seven inch textbook and started reading every chapter like a mad mwww.onedoor.ccaniac. I was taught that rereading the textbook won’t skyrocket my grades until I actively engage in my studying. I turned the pages of the book looking at all these complex lessons and equations and to be particularly honest it made no s...
The Last Ride
My windshield wipers struggled to keep up with the afternoon cloud burst. I was headed to a house in the Irvington district in NE Portland to pick up my last ride of the day. I had clocked on at six in the morning, and being half past four in the afternoon I was more than ready to grab some take-out and head home. I pulled up to a run down house on the East side of Grant park. Surrounded on both sides by expertly manicured yards and houses boasting fresh paint, the little fixer upper looked neglected and sad. I honked my horn and studied the house as I waited. Although it was run down, it’s ch...