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Entry #10. End of the Year Dash

As most of you know, it is approaching the time of year where tests and essays disappear and beach towels and lemonade replace them. The worst part about this special time is finishing off those essay and tests. I can honestly say that I am having a lot of trouble trying to maintain a 4.0 this semester, after all why bother if a "B" gets me just as far as an "A" in the long run. This, in my position as a Senior, is referred to as Senioritis. Senioritis, defined by the well recommended Urban Dictionary , is "A crippling disease that strikes high school seniors. Symptoms include: laziness, an over-excessive wearing of track pants, old athletic shirts, sweatpants, athletic shorts, and sweatshirts. Also features a lack of studying, repeated absences, and a generally dismissive attitude. The only known cure is a phenomenon known as graduation". Like Urban Dictionary says, it is serious. A single semester can ruin a GPA in high school, and Seniori

Entry #9. Mediaception

After the media discussion that was conducted in class it has become easy to see the effect it has on the world around us. Driving down the street a person is assaulted by media of every type: billboards, T-shirts, signs, other vehicles, the stickers on those other vehicles, and so many others. It is abhorrent how much media is found by going a block down the street. It seems that if you were deaf and blind you would still know that Nike is the premier shoe brand. Media is everywhere and influences every aspect of life. I drive daily to school with the radio on, dropping of my two siblings at their school and continue on my way. The day after the social media discussion I paid attention to the ads that were harassing me in their frequency from all around. My younger brother, for example, was decked out in his favorite pair of Nike slides and socks with his Under Armor sweatshirt and hat that flashed his support for the Colorado Rockies. All forms of media. Advertisement unwitting

Entry #8. Necissities of an Introvert

For those of you that have read my first blog post, it's right here if you want to check it out, I am the standard introvert that enjoys reading, browsing through the rigorous and mean media jungle, and logging on to the game of choice daily. For me to function, I need the basic necessities of a human as well as a way to continue my introverted existence. With that being said, I need three things: books, a special line of clothing that proclaims my introvertedness, and games. Sadly, I have limited funds, and so must make do, trying to find the best deals and such. My personality and willingness to read has taken me to perhaps the best website ever created by mankind, Thriftbooks . This website allows a person to buy books for close to nothing. It promotes the buying and selling of used books so as to reduce the amount of paper consumed a year, meet demands of people who are not millionaires and yearn for that familiar flip of the page, as well as keeping everything stocked

Entry #7. Hashtags and Their Almost Meniacal Purpose

After looking about many different opinions across the web, I have come to the conclusion that hashtags have been corrupted. As can be found across multiple articles but specifically Muriel McDonalds found by way of https://www.tintup.com/blog/how-hashtags-changed-the-way-we-talk/ , hash tagging began in the mid to late 2000's and has blown up in usage. This blow up has created an easier way to find information so long as the hashtag is attached, and has allowed easy organization for groups of people both large and small. It has further allowed us to connect and show topics that speak to the masses more easily than ever before. In fact, hashtags have become so fundamental to all media sites that hash tagging is now simply done in real life. This escalation of the importance of hash tagging is not unprecedented as it has been building up over a number of years; however, I believe that hash tagging has a more evil side than most of social medias' devices. Hash tags

Entry #6. Driving is Terrifying

Driving can be leisurely at the best of times and terrifying at the worst. Driving is now a daily part of peoples' lives. Since it is such a large part of daily life, there are a lot of people who drive. More people on the road make it more dangerous, especially when the laws are only loosely obeyed. I personally drive daily, and due to that I witness scary situations daily. Today, my terrifying experience took form in two grown men on bicycles who enjoyed weaving in and out of traffic laughing. Why were they not scared of a car going 40 mph or more? Who can say? All that I can say is that it was a dangerous situation in which I felt unsafe, as they should have as well. This is only one situation within the week. This is nothing to say of the things that have come to be accepted while driving. Who needs crosswalks when you can save a precious thirty seconds by running across four lanes of traffic? Why do cars have turn signals when you can just weave between lanes? Why have y

Bonus Entry. Michael Moore and His Tactics

After watching Michael Moore's documentary focusing on the failures of capitalism, Capitalism: A Love Story, I can honestly say that Michael Moore is a genius when playing off of a person's or a group of peoples' reactions without venturing further into what he shows to be the truth. The film had my jaw repeatedly dropping from each and every shift to a new point of capitalism. Starting with this his intro, Moore compares the fall of the Roman Empire with the United States, siting specifically the "behind the scenes" of the Roman Empire's downfall. This is where my irritation with Moore began. Moore's analogy between the Roman Empire and the United States was not totally unfounded. After all, America's political system, a republic, is based off the one that was found in Rome. Where Moore completely lost me with his analogy was comparing the fall of the Roman Empire with United States in its current condition. Rome fell for many reasons. A weakened Emp