How I came to terms with being neurodivergent
(12/07/17 6:04pm)
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My favorite kind of books are those that act as mirrors, reflecting the world back at the reader and illuminating new truths and ideas. Turtles All the Way Down, John Green’s newest novel, is one those rare books.
The LA Times overviewed our diet’s water footprint, which is the amount of fresh water directly used and incorporated in goods and services: The production of one pound of beef requires 1,800 pounds; one pound of cheese requires 600 gallons; and one pound of wheat requires 132 gallons of water. Your reaction to these figures could be surprise, disappointment or indifference.
But you might not have read the article “Major shaming: What’s the use?” After all, it wasn’t in our News-Letter. It was a piece in The Daily Pennsylvanian by a sophomore at the University of Pennsylvania named Alex Silberzweig.
In an art history class of upperclassmen and art history majors, I simply did not share their knowledge or experience. It was hard to learn that a male student in my art history class passed away in November. That’s a tragedy. The professor sent an email: “A student in our class died last night. I know that some of you are friends of his and may be having a difficult time dealing with this.” My grandmother’s name was Sylvia, and she died from cancer. I may die one day as well. In this personal essay, I will analyze my melancholy persona in writing pursuits and most of all, honor the greatest people in my life
“Legends of Today” (Flash 2x08) / “Legends of Yesterday” (Arrow 4x08): An immortal former Egyptian priest named Vandal Savage (Casper Crump) comes to Central City to kill Cisco’s (Carlos Valdes) girlfriend, Kendra (Ciara Renée), and recover an ancient artifact.
When I first moved back to America to attend college, I would call my family every week. Between Skype, Facebook and Snapchat, it often didn’t feel like I was missing that much, despite the thousands of miles between us.
Over the summer, I was talking to my mother about the strap that secures my dog, Neo, to his car seat. The strap in question is a piece of fabric about one foot long that clips onto both the car seat and my dog’s collar. And Neo had chewed through yet another strap.
I wanted to formally interview my peers for this piece, but people aren’t especially open to talking about their hookup experiences on this campus. I had to dig into what my friends thought by asking deep and nosy questions about their sex lives. I had to complicate things by asking about technology. It was eye-opening. Here’s what I learned:
Jake. Eighteen years old, six feet and one inch, 195 pounds. Average body type. White. Single. Twink. I’m looking for Chat, Friends or Right Now. HIV-negative, last tested December 2016.
You never expect you’ll be in a long-distance relationship until you’re in one. And then there you are, with all that it entails: laying in the dark with your face warmed by the light of a pixelated screen; or holding your phone up to the sky because a strong signal is your lifeline to that person halfway across the world.
The creation of AS.300.304, aka “Hopkins/Memes/Lost Hopes and Dreams,” seems to embody the influence that internet culture has had on our generation. As college students, we’re connected to the internet almost every second of every day, whether it be through social media sites like Snapchat and Facebook or through more academically-related pages like Blackboard. Accordingly, this has significantly shaped the ways in which we speak and act in everyday life.
My parents gave me my first cellphone when I entered the sixth grade.
Signing up for an article for this magazine on our idea spreadsheet, one title jumped out at me. “No Phone Day.” I told my roommates about it, and they just didn’t believe I would go through with doing it. Honestly, I almost didn’t.
As Thanksgiving break included what were probably the last stress-free days before the end of the semester, I decided to honor the occasion by putting off all of the work that I had to complete and chose to indulge in the food of the holiday instead. But I suppose I must have missed learning, because I couldn’t just eat the food, I wanted to know more about what I was eating. At least I got some research done during the break.
Yes, struggling. We’d be in the kitchen from noon to late at night, but at these cookouts, we only get four dishes done — tops. Usually, we’d have three or even less, if you don’t count desserts or any meals with pre-made ingredients. This is all despite the fact that the recipes we used were all supposed to be simple.
It seems to be the favorite holiday of the vast majority of Americans (I apologize if you are reading this as an American and wholeheartedly disagree with me, but just go with it). I had numerous people tell me that Thanksgiving would be my new favorite holiday once I had experienced it for the first time. Spoiler alert: Christmas is still my favorite holiday, but that’s not really important.
Though such poems may appear on paper as blocks of text reminiscent of paragraphs, in no way do they lose any elements of poetry due to their format. Although prose poets are not able to take the same liberties with line breaks and punctuation as verse poets are, they are nonetheless still able to use the same vivid images and language as they would otherwise with verse.
The transition from radical college independence to the security of my parents’ house is an odd reminder of how far I’ve come since high school. For instance: How crazy is it that I call that place “my parents’ house?” Suddenly, Baltimore feels just as much (if not more) like home as Wilmington, Delaware, despite only having spent 3.5 years here.
Once, mad at my sister on the way to the grocery store, I bought the sugariest, most fattening snack I could find so that she would gain weight. Another time, mad at a friend for a reason I can’t even recall, I deleted Facebook for three days so that I could pretend not to have seen their messages.