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We used to skim impatient days

through insistent screens,

scream above the din

to be heard, to be seen

running red-eyed seekers,

ritually sacrificing sleep,

needing to believe

our better selves stood

just ahead, salvation

waiting only for time to stop.

 

Today we shed viral fears

endemic to our nation,

needing to believe

our better selves stand

just ahead, salvation

waiting only for time to start.

Easter Vigil

Yesterday I walked in the rare calm of an Iowa spring as the sunlight salvaged a day otherwise consigned to clouds.

I passed, with gentle acknowledgment, blackened fields—intentionally burned to allow for new growth of the restored native grass. A prescribed burn, a temporary smudge, our collective lull.

I passed, with serendipitous timing, a susurration of dead leaves cleaving to a tree—a subtle symphony as just enough early evening breeze rustled just enough tenacious leaves at just the right time.

I passed, with appropriate physical distance, a student and her family in our new “hallway”—the walking path perpendicular (perhaps; I am not a math teacher) to our empty high school building. This passing period was school in its best form: a smile, a wave, a communion. A small act of grace in the sacramental sunshine of an Easter Vigil. 

Luci Tapahonso said it best:

“I continue. My days: an undercurrent of fear,

                             an outpouring of love,

                             a whispered chant of loneliness.”

The Unwinding

Those blue skies lie this morning

 but I am thankful for them nonetheless. 

The north wind tells a truer tale 

& the branches of the tree outside my bedroom window 

bend to its time-worn words. 

In the warming soil intervals of green push through.

 

I live so lightly in my mild discomfort,

toiling only to stitch waking hours together

while the world falls apart.

 

My mother forgets what day it is

& I gently absolve both of us

by reminding her this is how

we live now, our stopping cues

reduced to light & dark & breath.

Songs To Learn & Sing

I wrote the original version of this to share with my freshmen back in January as part of a beginning-of-the-semester writing assignment. I returned to it today.

My Now In Five Songs (as written today, March 23, 2020):

“Turning Into Tiny Particles . . . Floating Through Empty Space” by Hammock (2013):

The title alone describes life in the After, as so much of what we had tethered our lives to is now gone or paused—for better and for worse. Hammock is another of the instrumental bands I’ve listened to often in the past few years. Their album Mysterium is extraordinary, an extended elegy and meditation on grief (Also: do read Grief is the Thing with Feathers by Max Porter). How we live now in these inbetween days. 

“Movies” by Hothouse Flowers (1990): 

This abundance of time has me returning to the past: watching the Phillies/Cubs 23-22 epic from 1979, the one nine-year-old me caught the final few innings of after school on WGN; reading a Hardy Boys hardcover I pulled from my storage room; listening to music from inflection points in my life. 1989-90 was one such inflection point, living as a student in Ireland. Hothouse Flowers broke big during this period; I listened to a live concert of theirs the night before I flew back to the United States. “Movies” is from their second album, Home (just now seeing how on-the-nose that album title is). A song about when loneliness was a choice, sometimes a necessary one. “Do the soft things hurt you?” remains a marker line for how, where, and with whom we find solace.

“If I Could Name Any Name” by Roddy Woomble (2006):

I watched Roddy Woomble livestream some poetry from the Scottish wilds a few days ago (he kept losing signal). The lead singer of Idlewild, Woomble released his magisterial Scottish folk album My Secret Is My Silence in the summer of 2006. This is my favorite track on the album, though the competition for that honor is fierce indeed. Woomble himself has described this as an album about escape, and I think we can all relate right now. “And time will stop and start again/You’re leaving my heart again.” Only now, in the stoppage of time, I find my heart filling. And time will start again.

“circle the drain” by Soccer Mommy (2020): 

I have to thank my former student Miles Millard for turning me on to Soccer Mommy (the stage name of Sophia Regina Allison). Despite the negative connotations of the title and the bleakness of most of the lyrics, the melancholy honesty of this song is giving me hope. And that guitar part could be a Cure song, something I thought even before listening to the Song Exploder podcast (highly recommended) episode about this song. We will build on what came before.

“Don’t Be Scared, I Love You”—Yawny Yawn version (2019):

Here I have to thank the Spotify algorithm for pointing me to this song last summer.

Need a bit of an ugly cry before you return to being strong for all those you are being strong for? This song can help with that. The stark piano and the wash of electric backsplash all fades for the words we need: Don’t be scared, I love you.

 
My Now In Five Songs (as originally written in mid-January):

“It Hurts” by Graveyard Club (2019): Have you watched every season of Stranger Things? Of course you have. Did you binge the latest season the day it was released, July 4th? I did. Graveyard Club has a sound reminiscent of the ‘80s and this song should have been on the soundtrack to the latest season. The young boys in Stranger Things are essentially the same age in the year each season occurs as I was, and I was equally nerdy. So this song connects my “now” to my “then,” just as watching Stranger Things does.

“Be More Kind” by Frank Turner (2019): The world feels like a hard and cruel place lately, both on a personal and a national/global level. Turner’s song, with its quiet strumming and insistent strings, provides an antidote to this feeling. I wish we didn’t need to listen to it; I wish I didn’t need to listen to it.

“21 Days” by Brian Fallon (2020): Talk about “now”: this song was just released on Friday, and I’ve already listened to it enough times  to memorize the lyrics as I worked on school stuff over our frozen long weekend. Brian Fallon was the lead singer of a great band called The Gaslight Anthem and I have been a big fan of his solo work. Winter is a season of sadness and this is a SAD song. Are we sad because we listen to sad songs or do we listen to sad songs because we’re sad?

“The Modern Leper” by Julien Baker (2019): This is a cover of a song by the Scottish group Frightened Rabbit. Frightened Rabbit is the one band who has meant as much to me as an adult as the bands of my youth (music nearly always feels more insistent and meaningful when we are young). After the suicide of their lead singer in 2018, the band put together the tribute album Tiny Changes, with the proceeds going to mental health services. I could have put any number of songs by Frightened Rabbit on either My Now or My Then but I’m not sure I’m up to that in the harsh light of winter.

“Strange Vessels” by Caoimhin O’ Raghallaigh and Thomas Bartlett (2019): I never used to listen to instrumental music; I always wanted lyrics (I mean, I am an English teacher). But lately, as we become more polluted by noise then ever, I often find myself seeking more instrumental music, especially as I write. Great in front of the fireplace music as well. Caoimhin O’ Raghallaigh is from Ireland and plays a ten-string fiddle; here the pianist Thomas Bartlett joins him.

My Then in Five Songs:

“Here’s Where The Story Ends” by The Sundays (1990): This song is forever twenty-year-old me living in a house in Maynooth, Ireland, with four other Notre Dame students and attending classes at St. Patrick’s College. Listening to a cheap stereo in our always freezing rented house, hearing this song played by Dave Fanning, whose radio show we listened to almost every night. This song is wool sweaters and walking in the constant rain.

“In Between Days” by The Cure (1985): I was always an emo kid at heart (TikTok did not invent e-boys), and my love of The Cure stands as evidence for this. This was a much poppier Cure, though still with that bite of melancholy. I’m fifteen, watching the trippy spinning kaleidoscopic video, wishing I lived somewhere “cooler.” Wishing I was someone “cooler.” Not realizing, because how could you at fifteen, how many of our days are “in between days.”

“White Wedding—Pt. 1” by Billy Idol (1982): That sludgy bass line, that intentional vocal slurring, the ever-present black leather jacket, spiky hair, and sneer—Billy Idol portrayed the gutter punk I never was but sometimes thought I wanted to be. Learning that he chose his name from a school teacher who wrote to his parents complaining that “William is idle” also connected with the would-be English teacher in me.

“Centerfold” by The J. Geils Band (1981): When I was eleven years old, Carroll had a video game arcade downtown. My parents didn’t think I was old enough to go there and play games by myself (even then, video games were considered to be a terrible influence on the youth). But I snuck in there one time, and this song was playing. The lyrics of the song and the presence of so many older teens convinced me my parents were right and I left soon thereafter. 

“Bad, Bad Leroy Brown” by Jim Croce (1974): My parents didn’t listen to music much but they had a few albums (yes, vinyl). Among them were several by Jim Croce, including his greatest hits album. I knew every word to this song (including “damn,” which seemed so BAD back then). It’s a story song, completely on brand with my lifelong love of stories in every form (written, filmed, sung).

The Distance Between Us

Things grow back. The squirrels reminded me of that yesterday as I watched them scamper in the three sugar maples standing sentry in my front yard. Two springs ago I had the maples trimmed as part of an ongoing effort to save my front yard from erosion (living at the bottom of a hill, turns out y really does equal mx+b). But the soft thumps yesterday as I read in the front room signaled that the maple branches again reached close enough to my roof for the squirrels to use my roof as a transit hub. (Either that or the squirrels were throwing nuts on my roof, taunting me in my quarantine. If this is true, squirrels, and you are reading this now: YOU DON’T WANT THIS SMOKE! I have a scary amount of unstructured time and epic levels of stress.)

Observation shows the following pattern: squirrels shift among the three maples freely (a word to the original planters of said maples: “Canopy” is a lovely word and a lovely concept, but I refer you to the first two words of this post); squirrels occasionally fling themselves from the center maple onto the edge of the roof (at which point I lose sight of them but I imagine the squirrels do some sort of Fortnite celebratory dance, or perhaps the bunny hug to honor the elderly trees); squirrels shimmy up the peaked roof like soldiers seeking high ground. I mean, the trees were technically even higher ground, but squirrels are, historically, poor military tacticians.

This lack of tactical acumen quickly evidences itself as the squirrels cede the higher ground and scramble down the other side of the roof, pausing above my bedroom to further taunt me unseen, no doubt making rude gestures (I am far too mature to stoop to mentioning squirrels and nuts here). From this point, the squirrels can, and do, tightwire across the edge of the porch fence to reach the pergola, from which they can jump into the branches of my backyard trees, where more shenaniganizing occurs.

{I know what you are thinking at this point: You have a pergola AND a fence? What kind of libertine are you?}

These shenanigans are in service of a supply chain allowing the squirrels to transport themselves and their cargo from the backyard trees to the trees in my front yard without touching the ground. 

These squirrels are creative in not letting distance defeat them—we can be too.

Senioritis

“Senioritis” was supposed to be the disease you worried about as the calendar turned to spring.

“Social distancing” was supposed to wait until summer when you ghosted fake friends and cried with real ones.

Spring was meant to be a giddy and nostalgic checklist of “lasts”: Last prom, last quarter of high school, last time to fill out a tournament bracket and sneak views of the early games in class. Now you wonder if you’ve seen the last of high school and worry if you’ll be the first class to graduate without a commencement.

The only “first” should have been not having to take the state tests and lording over that fact to all the other students. The unknown was supposed to wait until summer dreams met autumn reality, not stare you in the face every waking moment.

You know your worries and frustrations pale in comparison with what so many are dealing with around the nation and the world—but this was supposed to be your time, your season, your spotlight.

Full disclosure: I am often sick of seniors by the time your last day of class rolls around in May (in the same lovingly exasperated way many of you are no doubt sick of me).

This year I pray that’s the only sickness any of us have to deal with and I hope we can be sick of each other together.

Stay Home

I will wait here in the fields
to see how well the rain
brings on the grass.
In the labor of the fields
longer than a man’s life
I am at home. Don’t come with me.
You stay home too.

I will be standing in the woods
where the old trees
move only with the wind
and then with gravity.
In the stillness of the trees
I am at home. Don’t come with me.
You stay home too.

–Wendell Berry

 

Severe even before it became surreal, the heft of this semester bent me fore and aft. All I asked for was a day and now the days stretch in front of me, the labor of my field on hiatus.

Something You Should Know

My English 9 students and I wrote, for our first entry into poetry, versions of Clint Smith’s poem “Something You Should Know” (something else you should know is that you should read Smith’s poem). With their permission, I have provided some of the student work below.

Something You Should Know—James

Is that as a kid, I made a lot of jokes.

I talked the talk, I Seldom Stuffed the sock. 

Anything from your mother to that’s what she said, I talked and talked

But in the quiet I learned, 

Without the talk I’ve got no “walk”

Without the jokes I’ve got no “folks”

Which left me worried for the Curtains back,

To obsess over punchlines and sit in the dark, hoping like hell

that I’d have a hoot to hurl or a pun to present. That is why, even now,

I can need so Entirely to make you laugh, and why even now,

I am afraid to see myself in the silence of the spotlight,

Without a joke to tell, or a laugh to share, Exposed, In this silence.

 

Something You Should Know – MJ 

Is that as a kid, I was happy. 

I colored pictures 

of animals like lions, dogs, 

pandas, and elephants. 

I watched cartoons that continued 

to amaze me even after seeing them a thousand times.

Which left me dumbfounded by the thought that I had

to grow up, to be mature, to go to school, 

to dress myself, to be a big kid. 

Perhaps that is when I realized 

that I couldn’t be a kid forever. Perhaps 

that is why, even now, I can want so desperately 

to be a kid again, because I’m afraid 

of growing up, exposed, in the adult world. 

 

Something You Should Know–Elisha 

Is that as a kid, I was a tech intern.

I fixed Chromebooks

of students like middle schoolers, freshmen,

juniors, and seniors.

I watched students continue 

to crush their Chromebooks, crack their computer

screens, then complain about them.

Which left me upset at the students,

to intentionally break their computers that way, reflecting their attitude. 

Perhaps that is when I became so quick to judge people. Perhaps

that is why, even now, I can need to desperately

let things go, but am more afraid

of meeting myself, exposed, in His judgment.

 

Something You Should Know—Sophia

Is that as a kid, I wanted to be a paleontologist.

I  dug for dinosaurs

From the Jurassic, Devonian, Cretaceous, 

Mesozoic, and Cambrian periods

I watched as my hands continued

To pry objects from the ground, deftly dusting dirt from them

Examining the possible fossils,

Which left me disappointed when they were only rocks,

Ordinary pieces of earth that had never been full of life

And had never walked the ground that I now walk.

Perhaps that is when I first became wary of trusting.

Perhaps that is why, even now, I can want something

With all my being, but barely let myself hope

For fear of being let down.

Left vulnerable and exposed,

Wallowing in my own disappointment.

 

something you should know—Macy S.

is that as a kid I always wondered about the future

I imagined

where I would be

what I would be doing

where I would be going

 the past always gets me

which leaves me worried about the present

to be worryless

about what’s in front of me

worryful of what if

perhaps I should look

at what is in front of me

perhaps let go of worrying about the past and future

that is why, even now, I try to forget

and live in the exposed now version of me

 

Something You Should Know—Aubrie

Is that as a kid, I played with my siblings. 

I dressed the dolls

Of different varieties, baby dolls, Barbies, American Girls, 

and Polly Pockets.

I watched my brothers continue

 to run, jump, play, and pretend they were plummeting

to from a peak and pretend all again. 

Which left me sad that I couldn’t play, 

and upset I was alone for a few days.

To need my siblings there by my side.

Perhaps that is why they became my best friends. 

Perhaps that is why, even now, I need them so desperately, 

but am more afraid of meeting myself, exposed, without them.

 

Something You Should Know—Kennedy

is that as a kid, I decided to play basketball.

I didn’t understand the rules

of the game because I didn’t play any sports like volleyball, softball, 

soccer, or track

I watched the coach as he continued

to explain things like how to dribble, pass, and 

how to make a layup by hitting the corner of the box on the backboard,

which left me so scared because I didn’t think I could do it, 

to get the ball that high, to even get it into the net seemed impossible

to live her entire life trying to succeed at one easy task

to feel good enough. Perhaps that is when I became a person who 

tried to please everyone before my self. Perhaps 

that is why, even now, I can want so desperately 

to make sure everyone’s happy, but am more afraid 

of caring about myself, exposed, in this world.

 

Something You Should Know—Macy T

Is that as a kid, I loved strawberry shortcake.

I smelled the hair

of the toys like strawberry shortcake, orange blossom,

lemon meringue, and plum puddin.

I watched the peculiar purple pieman of porcupine peak continue

to steal strawberries and watch strawberry shortcake

To eavesdrop on the information of Strawberryland.

Which left me concerned that he was going

to ruin their plans, 

to take her strawberries for his own,

to feel evil. Perhaps that is when I become obsessed

with my strawberry shortcake pillowcase. Perhaps

that is why, even now, I can’t always trust people

even if they say they are on your side

of the fence, rejected, by their personality,

Exposed, in mine.

 

Something You Should Know—Emma K

 

is that as a kid, I wanted to play sports more than anything.

I watched games

that involved sports including basketball, volleyball, 

softball, and dance.

I watched the majority of teams continue

to immensely improve and impressively win

with the help of multiple good plays and mistakes made by the opposing team.

Which left me sympathetic for the other teams, 

who had to repeatedly find out what they did wrong, 

and realize that they may be unable to fix their mistakes, to be

embarrassed. Perhaps this is why I’m constantly afraid 

I’ll mess up and become embarrassed in front of my peers. Perhaps 

this is why, even now, I can want so desperately

to fix my mistakes and continue trying, but am more afraid

of meeting myself, exposed, in front of my peers.

 

Something You Should Know—Bryton

Is that as a kid, I liked building with Legos.

I built models

of big things like houses, ships, 

rockets, and airplanes.

I pretended to fly the airplane

across oceans, seas, continents, countries, and cities around

the world in search of new places.

Which left me in awe of exploration, 

to fly around all free that way, to get 

to live my entire life exploring the world 

to feel joy. Perhaps that is when I became fond

of exploring the woods. Perhaps

 that is why, even now, I can want so desperately 

to stay inside all day, but will eventually 

meet my previous self, exposed, in the smell of nature.

 

Talkin’ Bout Their Generation

Last semester my Media Literacy students took part in the Show Us Your Generation photo contest run by The New York Times; even though the contest has closed, I still wanted this semester’s students to create their own photos and “artist statements.”

The images and words below are used by permission of the students.

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My generation has fully immersed itself into the world of social media. Our worlds revolve around streaks, tweets, DMs, and notifications. We hold our future world in our hands and it is up to us what we do with it. The fact that it is up to my generation, who is “holding” this fragile ball we live on, what happens to our world means we have to face a harsh reality. This harsh reality being my generation only sees things like social media in color and the rest is in black and white, or irrelevant to us. —Megan

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When I first thought about what I wanted my picture to be about, I couldn’t think of anything off the bat— but later on I was hanging with friends and one of them told me, “Von I heard so much about how your a bogus person and did people dirty and honestly you’re not like that at all, goes to show people will talk bad on anybody.” And that really stuck to me and it made me think how this generation judges people so much about what’s on the outside or what they hear about someone, and really you never know the true nature of a person until you read them, get to know them, do more than just assume, I know it’s pretty cliche, but it should be a lesson everyone should take part in and to not judge a book by its cover—you don’t know someone else’s story, so why should you assume you do? —Von

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I took this picture of my sister. She is in eighth grade, she is almost fourteen, and she loves her phone. There are four main reasons why I chose this picture.  First, I chose her to be in my picture because she is always on her phone or some other device. I can really tell that things have changed in middle school since I have been there because I never had as many cyber bullies, or rumors, or people getting made fun of because of what they post. Second, I took this picture because it gets our attention about how the internet is taking over our lives. Many people have more than one device. My sister has an IPhone, Apple Watch, computer, and IPod. Third, because she just got out of the shower and she was already on her phone before she brushed her hair. The fourth reason is that our dog Daisy was trying to get her attention before I took this picture but my sister ignored her. —Abby 

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This photo speaks volumes of both how we have advanced as a society but also how those advancements can consume us. In the picture, you see two high school students back to back emotionless doing their work. In the background, you see an empty library that is no longer relevant due to the investments we have made to online learning and our research tools that are now available. You can see that this is both a good and bad thing because the work is easier, but doesn’t that also mean people are getting lazier? Also, technology can be used to help them be more social but it’s just facing two friends away from each other until their desire for screen time is met. —Jaxon

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In 2019, teenagers of my generation are misjudged for not having a voice, but I believe my photo depicts these misconceptions. Even though I could have done a whole shot with multiple people, I chose to do a selfie with duct tape because it shows that we have a voice and aren’t going to be silent anymore. The duct tape itself represents that the tape is used to shut people up because they don’t want to hear their reasons or complaints.  Also, I decided to do a selfie because it still shows that teens do take photos of themselves to express their thoughts and feelings. I decided to edit it in black and white because it is usually the older generations that silence or create those stereotypes. As for the message, I want it to say that teens do have a voice in this world. For me, I always tell myself to express my feelings and thoughts because it could help someone in the future. I am involved in the newspaper, so that means I can express my beliefs. With the photo, this shows that people have thoughts to express, but they hold them in because social media or others tell us that we are less than. As our generation becomes more vocal, others will start to accept our views and beliefs. —Emerald

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When I took the picture we are all sitting around each other and not communicating because we all have technology, we all have cell phones, so instead of communicating, we were all buried in our phones ignoring everyone and everything around us. We had books around us, we had computers, and we also had each other. I feel that many people with technology and phones are doing this—there is a whole other world in the screen of the phone, a world no one can interrupt when you are really concentrated with your phone. —Nethaniel

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In this picture, my older sister, her boyfriend, and I are all laughing at a meme. I’ve learned that one of the only ways to start a conversation with my peers is to show them or send them a meme. I don’t remember what meme she showed us, but I do remember us laughing and talking about it for a long time afterward. A couple minutes before taking this picture, none of us were talking to each other. We were in our own little worlds, sitting and staring at our devices. In my opinion, this picture and the story behind it represents a part of our generation. If we find something funny, we share it with each other.  —Vanessa

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When I thought of my generation, I thought of all the negative connotations we have. I almost folded into that and made a high contrast black and white picture where only my phone was lit up. However, I see the positives in us, and I’m proud of the generation I’m a part of. We care. I genuinely see my generation as the most progressive generation ever seen, as we should be. With that in mind, we also care about who and what we came from. My picture is me on a bench and under my arm immortalized in a plaque is the name Shirley Kirsch. It’s important to me because I never got to meet my grandma Shirley. She died at 48 more than a decade before I was born She means a lot to me still, and that’s why I chose it. She has influenced me without meeting me. I have her initials on my cleats; I do things to honor the ones I love, and I love my grandma without knowing her. —Carson

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Growing up, our generation realizes that we need to look more and more like a stereotypical human. People start to change their hair, clothes, and personality to look and act like their role model or idol. They start to discriminate against themselves, making them believe they aren’t enough. Our generation is so used to judging—people turn to social media to see how one should look and act like. —Abby

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She was sitting in classes and I decided to take a picture of her while she was using her phone because I think our generation is constantly on a cell phone. Many teenagers spend hours and hours on their phones as if that were all of their lives. This is my idea of ​​the generation in which we are living, I think that we all spend a lot of our time on our phones today. We teenagers know that we spend time on that but even so we can not stop because it is something we have become accustomed to. We have become accustomed to living with a phone in our hands as if our phones were the solution to all problems. But the reality is that phones are the biggest of our problems because we can rarely have the attention of people. —Marie

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As a teenager, you are required to fit certain criteria. You have to do what other people do and dress a certain way. My picture shows a very pretty girl wearing a sweatshirt and leggings, standing by a poster. The poster reads, “Strangely enough, some students come in here to put crap into their bodies.” This means that in our generation, there are certain kinds of pressure. The pressure to be cool and liked, and the poster means that there are some students coming in the bathrooms to juul or vape. There is a lot of pressure to be popular.  —Molly

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Honestly, I think the media portrays my generation correctly. A lot of people like to think that the media is too hard on us and “don’t get it,” but that actually isn’t true. My generation relies almost solely on technology for everything. I took a picture of me listening to music while on my phone while searching the web on my Chromebook. I think that picture describes our generation perfectly. I will admit, I am obsessed with technology as much as everyone else, but I accept that. I bet a lot of other people’s representation of our generation will be doing them doing something productive, or something without technology to show that they think the media isn’t right about how they describe our generation. Being a teenager in this generation is based on technology for the most part. If you don’t know something, look it up; if you want to talk to someone, text them, snap them, DM them. People have done away from the real-life experiences that past generations have used and I think that is a rising problem. —Tory

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I took this picture to show what I do in my free time—it’s not sitting inside on the web, it’s outside working on vehicles, driving my older vehicle or just messing around in the woods. I used to be addicted to my phone, but now I’ve matured and I don’t care if I lose my phone. People know how to get ahold of me and if you don’t then there is probably a reason for it. I get on my phone during the school but when I get home I use it for one thing and that is to look up diagrams for wiring or diagrams for a vehicle or part that I’m working on. I will use my phone as a flashlight but a lot of people will tease me that I got an old iPhone. Well they all have brand new phones, and I just tell them if I drop it, it won’t break and that it fits in my pocket. Then they normally shut up and walk away. —Tyler

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This picture represents the use of technology in my generation. Everything around us is technology. For example, whenever I’m doing my homework, I have my phone by my side, and I usually get sidetracked by the Snapchat notifications. Computers are also used by everyone in the school, from just checking emails to doing homework. —Maddi

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Athletes nowadays have a lot to juggle if they plan on going to college to play sports. We athletes have a lot of expectations when it comes to on and off the field. On the field the athlete has to show up and show out; they’re put on that lineup because of their skills and if they mess up one time, they’re more than likely replaced. If they want to keep the skill, they have to practice and put extra work in. They also need to get bigger and show dominance so they go to the weight room and give all they got every single rep. Off the field is where the most challenging part comes. Staying focused in class, doing homework and staying up late for tests the next day is all in an athlete’s schedule.  Overall people think it’s easy to juggle the schedule we have when in reality it’s one of the hardest things an athlete goes through.  —Marcus

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I decided to capture the reality of my life specifically because to me this is what teenage life is like. For those who want to use this to show that teenagers don’t spend an extreme amount of time on electronics, I’m definitely not the right person to advocate for that. I spend a copious amount of time on electronics every day, and that’s just what I wanted to show. I think this photo actually represents teenagers as a whole when disputing the idea that we aren’t glued to electronics. The monitor mounted on the wall has a fish tank on the screen, while the lower monitor shows the home screen of an Xbox. A lot of us try to give the impression that we spend more time outdoors than anywhere else, or we enjoy connecting with nature on a daily basis, but in reality, it always comes back to technology in the end. Hence, I had nature in my photo, but it was captured within technology because overall technology controls everything in the current day. I had the second monitor with my Xbox screen to show that I realize that I am a perfect fit for the teenage stereotype. But, that stereotype isn’t the only dimension of my personality. I have friends, we interact on a daily basis almost constantly with Snapchat and other platforms. It just so happens that we as teenagers have access to something that allows easier connection with friends. —Levi

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There are so many struggles when it comes to being a teenager in 2019. One of many includes doing good in school and balancing that with social media. Every teenager in 2019 wants to be considered ‘cool’ on social media and wants to be associated with the ‘cool people’ on social media. Balancing school work with also struggling with how to be cool and how to have a life, when your phone is constantly blowing up with notifications is truly hard. I find myself struggle with this all of the time. Whether it’s a Snapchat from a friend or a quick Facetime call, there are always ways for your friends to contact you or ‘bother’ you when your time should be spent doing other more important things. Another struggle that most teenagers have is how to spend less time on social media to keep parents happy, but at the same time keep a high status on social media. Being able to balance your ‘high’ status on social media, and trying to keep parents off your butt for being on your phone too much is truly a struggle. We as teens always feel like we have to be in ‘the know’ and updated with everything that’s going on in the world of social media. These are few of the many struggles that parents and people who aren’t teenagers in 2019 don’t always fully understand. —Kena