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A common misconception about this election

A common misconception about this election

A common misconception about this election is that all the hatred, violence, and vitriol we saw on the campaign trail, and continue to see legislated by the current administration, is anything especially new or bad in this country. The men and women currently in power are not historical anomalies by any metric, they're just singularly abhorrent extensions of American history. The problems that plague marginalized communities in this country are nothing new, either: people of color, women, queer people, Muslims, immigrants, the working-class-all of these groups have suffered in this country, under dozens of past administrations. The only difference now is that the current one is disgustingly unabashed regarding their intentions.
 
The forces of history govern nearly everything we believe and do as citizens of this country. Because of the historical narratives we inherit, whether they're true, false, or erased, we believe the world we inhabit to be a certain, unfixed way. But there's always room for us to change, and to grow. That's the whole point of stories, both historical and fictional: to change the way an audience absorbs the world around them. We're social animals, and we love a good story more than anything else. There is a kind of power in reclaiming a history, in shedding light on old stories to make room for new ones, and now, more than ever, we need to understand how we reached this point, and how we can break old cycles to stop this from ever happening again. America has no one story, no one culture, no one history, that makes it what it is. That's the whole point of it. Instead of propping up the false history that culminated in our current White House, I can choose to raise up stories that are not considered part of the historical and cultural canon we cling to. I can use fiction, poetry, essays, or whatever other illegible scribbles I can manage to help rewrite, or at least deepen, a reader's understanding of what being American means. I can use my privilege to tell stories other than the ones I'm just "used to," reshaping the space I inhabit into a platform for those endangered by this administration to tell their story, to let the world know their testimony is valid. And I can tell my own stories as a means to redefine how I engage with this administration, how I protest, how I listen, how I interact, how I fight. I built myself, my entire life, out of the stories I was told, but now I have the obligation to tell new stories, to fight against stories that are "set in stone," and to help give untold stories room to breathe.
 
At protests over the next 1,400 days or so, you'll probably hear variations of the phrase "silence is violence." As writers, this refrain takes on a deeper, even more desperate meaning. We can't stop telling stories, we can't stop trying to engage with the reality of the history we're living. On some level, we don't have a choice.
 
By turning to our collective history as an act of self-preservation, we can find a way to make a future that we want, one that the generation coming after us deserves.

~Matthew Apadula

The tides are always changing

The tides are always changing

The tides are always changing, and with every stage of the moon's ascension into it's visible whole brings with it new stories, each as relevant as the other. It's hard to come out and surely say that one topic is the most relevant in today's political climate. I believe it is unethical to pick and chose a most relevant story to pitch to the world, and to you dear reader.
However, I believe that it is important to dissect the origins of the troubling divisive political climate. Perhaps all of these issues that have surfaced in today's politics stem from a rotten core. Instead of focusing on the minute details of governmental decisions made by leaders to "other" a whole nation we as a people need to delve into reasons behind such an irrational fear of mongrelization and this obsession with white patriarchal dominance. The lack of education on sociological matters, especially the intersectionality of gender, race and class needs to be addressed. The fact that people still hold on to the outdated beliefs that question racism and sexism's presence in present day society, as well as ignore the economic and cultural implications that come with that needs to be rectified for progress. We need to go to the root of the problem and expose the rotten floorboards of the foundations of democracy and freedom. I perceived this problem when I first arrived to the United States, a country that preaches it's values with pride and paradoxically has little to show for it. Perhaps it is an ideological view of the world, but there is an obsession with this dominant Superiority complex that I believe hinders the development of a country with such ripe potential. Instead of treating and replacing the floorboards of the foundation of America in order to strengthen it, it is employing a cheap alternative, allowing the wood to rot, and adding putrefied yet sanded and freshly painted floorboards to mask the realities of the political, economic and social climate. This needs to stop. For justice, equality and the integrity of democracy and freedom. 

~Soukaina Alaoui El Hassani

My mother's cousin

My mother's cousin

My mother's cousin, when we visited him pre-inauguration, was a very well-intentioned Trump supporter-a foster parent devoted to carefully articulated sarcasm and Sunday potlucks. His son shared his passionate support of Florida sports teams and the elected president. We did not talk about politics, the divisive subject misplaced in dialogue between family that had spent years apart. The sports rivalry was more pertinent, less transient, a staple of our reunions. Shielding fragile conversation, we don't prod for the information that shapes his viewpoints. 
We may have even naively assumed our raw source material was the same, concluding that we had just resonated with different solutions. 
Now, as the president and his administration dictate coverage of pretend events and analyze fabricated statistics to massive audiences, we must all engage diligently with well-researched reporting. We must also hope that the public does the same, but the campaign culture that has transcended its temporality makes blind allegiance, by some, to the word of the president seem possible, if not probable. The president advocates for a distrust of the media, working to destroy its credibility amongst certain sects of the public. An informed skepticism of the media replaced by blasts of its absurdity. 
Investigative and honest insight into the government is imperative to an accountable democracy. Transparency of executive action will come from adversary media, which we cannot guarantee to be taken seriously anyone who might be trusting only Trump-approved sources. Information, today, acts as currency, and withholding it allows the proprietor dangerous amounts of freedom from public accountability.
Haphazard deception from such powerful figures creates a disillusionment with the truth that makes subjectivity and objectivity harder to discern from one another. Critique of information sources will be a vital form of citizenship in the coming years, independent of what you believe and what you believe in. 

~Anonymous

我想說說我對健康觀點的改變

我想說說我對健康觀點的改變

我想說說我對健康觀點的改變,以及健康對我的重要。我在本科的時候也和大家一樣精力充沛,為了做自己喜歡的作業或喜歡的事每天都可以熬夜到一兩點兩三點。甚至有一次為了放假可以多兩天回家,連續熬了兩個通宵。當時覺得世界都是我的,想幹什麼都可以,因此有時間去做。大一大二都可以,到了大三大四就力不從心了。在籌備出國的時段也花了很多精力。當時我對未來的設想是成為一個工作狂,願意花很多時間來幫助我的事業。本科畢業後的第一個工作就非常辛苦,經常出差,晚上需要熬夜到一兩點,當時雖然心理上能承受但是身體會出現很多不舒服頭疼。現在我在美國讀研究生,覺得難得熬一兩個,每天都想九到十點睡覺。慢慢年紀變大後,我發現人的精力是有限的。那個時候你就會覺得自己的健康很重要,因為如果不注重就會累積出很多小毛小病,你會堅持運動,注意睡眠。所以對於生活,學習,事業需要做一些取捨,本科的時候我什麼都想要。但是慢慢長大我發現我的精力並不足夠我完成所有的設想,我會做一個取捨。

~李大力

 

人们需要重新思考子女与父母的关系。

人们需要重新思考子女与父母的关系。

在传统的概念中父与子母与女的关系中父母说话是至高无上不许不听,父母到老了,要儿女尽善也是天经地义,他们不会考虑自己有养老金,尽可能的自己想办法解决问题,他们不会考虑儿女是在异地并儿女自己也还要有种种困难不能前往,他们一概不听,准备通过法律程序要儿女看护。人们需要重新思考子女与父母的关系。

~漾洋

 

我最想說的故事是欲言又止。

我最想說的故事是欲言又止。

我最想說的故事是欲言又止。

人與人之前那種最深刻,最親密,

卻又是最無助,最遙遠,最傷感的情感,

的瞬間。看得見,看不見,看見了,又說的出口嗎?

還是本就沒有你想表達的那個字。

本就沒有你想說的那種語言。

是願望嗎 還是出生的那一刻就已經知道了

你生命清晰的軌跡。

~黃色太空衣

我认为在现行的社会政治环境中人与人之间的关系是怎样的?

我认为在现行的社会政治环境中人与人之间的关系是怎样的?

我认为在现行的社会政治环境中人与人之间的关系是怎样的?

在目前,因为每个人都在为生存而忙碌着,
人的关系可能会更加疏远,
关系会更加淡漠,
但是人的亲情和血缘是个不断的。

可是有些兄弟姐妹可以一年只有在春节通一次话,因为这是中国人的必要的礼节。
反之他们有事情要你帮忙就会在电话与你讲1-2小时,
如果你没有答应就再也不理你了。

真正的人情薄如纸。

看你是否会呵护?

~ 良沁

自从来到香港

自从来到香港

自从来到香港,这里的政治事件就没有停止过:从去年夏天立法会议员选举造势,到两位当选的本土议员因就职宣誓提及港独而被取消议员资格,再到近日占中运动中涉嫌殴打抗议者的七警被起诉,香港的政治环境愈加复杂,政治生态也让人一言难尽。而我对政治的态度也发生了很大变化。不同于四年前来香港交换时,我密切关注了香港政治动态半年;不同于我在美国求学时,做了香港占中运动的研究,现在在香港求学的我常常对政治话题避而远之。虽然我的专业是传播学,但课堂上大家都小心翼翼地避开香港时政这个雷区,只谈论香港之外的政治议题,如川普当选。课下更是不会交流个人的政治身份和态度。所以每次看到政治新闻,总有一种"我一定生活在另一个香港"的感觉。这个"不议政"的学术环境虽然维护了背景不同学生间的"和谐",但其实也让两地青年丧失了互相真正理解的机会。

~ Grace

Political correctness has gone too far

Political correctness has gone too far

Political correctness has gone too far and is unobtainable due to the fact that it is subjective and what one person may find offensive another finds totally acceptable.  While the original intent may have been a good concept (to encourage tact and sensitivity to others feelings regarding, race, gender, religion, etc.) it has resulted in a population of emotionally fragile individuals that have never learned to accept dissenting viewpoints.

The pursuit of political correctness is crippling our ability to communicate freely and grow as individuals. It is hindering our ability to interact and get to know those that are different from us and embrace our differences.. Young adults feel persecuted if someone says something they disagree with.  Managers, such myself are fearful of giving critical feedback to subordinates of a different race, which is vital for job growth, for fear of being perceived as a racist. 

The pursuit of political correctness is undermining the freedom of living in a free society. The world is not perfect where everything we see and hear is controlled and it never will be. You will be offended in life and it is not acceptable to think you are entitled to a safe space to recuperate.  

My point is that political correctness has become a bigger problem than the problem it was intended to fix.  If we must self-censor any conversation pertaining to race, gender, religion and sexual orientation in an effort to protect everyone’s feelings, we perpetuate the very barriers we want to overcome.  In order to progress as a free society, we must be exposed to different perspectives, viewpoints, feelings and life experiences.

~Anonymous

I was born in December

I was born in December

I was born in December. So in 2008 when I turned 18 I missed the presidential election by a month. I think the experience made voting very important to me. When I went to vote in this last election It felt more important than ever before. I didn't really support either candidate, but one felt so much more dangerous to me than the other. I went early before work to cast my ballot. I waited all day to see which candidate would win. I watched a map all night to see the states turn red or blue. Every time calculating how many states were left, and how many my candidate needed to win. I feel like I started holding my breath that night. I still haven't been able to exhale.

~ Nick Rouke

Mayonnaise is healthier than ketchup

Mayonnaise is healthier than ketchup

Mayonnaise is healthier than ketchup. How do you feel about that?

It's true! Mayonnaise consists of olive oil and eggs, yet twenty-five percent of ketchup is made of sugar.

Living by this factoid was one of my first steps to changing my life for good.

I work as a graphic designer, marketing assistant and brand illustrator all rolled into one at my local premium supermarket, DeCicco & Sons. Naturally, I had an employee discount. Anything on the floor under the offices I worked in was at my fingertips. By the time lunch rolled around I would get in line for a gourmet chicken parmesan cutlet BLT with ranch dressing and top it off with coffee doused in a sweetened creamer. Sometimes I'd sneak a granola bar upstairs for a snack, and head out to have some free sweets at the bakery displays.

Yet every day at my desk on lunch break, I would reflect on why nothing fit me anymore. I was embarrassed that the only pieces of proper, fitting workwear I owned were three large size eighteen dresses my grandmother had sewn for me within the last year. I was twenty-one years old, exactly five feet tall, and pushing one hundred and eighty pounds on the scales. For the majority of my life from middle school into college, I was unhappy with my body. I never felt healthy or had enough energy, or ever feel comfortable shopping. My personal example of the vicious cycle would start with apathy and say, "Oh, I'll work out later," and when I'd get to that I'd say, "I deserve a treat for running three miles," and in the time that followed I'd realize, "Okay, I shouldn't have eaten that...but I'll just work out even harder next time!"

In early June I broke the cycle by answering one simple question.

"Is this who I will be for the rest of my life?"

Every morning I would answer that question with self-discipline. My last meal from a deli department was that lovely chicken parmesan cutlet BLT with ranch dressing. The lady at the bakery who would normally make me my mocha latte with vanilla creamer and sugar was surprised when I asked for hot water with lemon and cinnamon. My lovely coworkers in the office were genuinely concerned about my eating habits, not because I was eating healthier, but because the change happened so rapidly, quite like night and day.

My favorite part of the job, and the main backbone of success, was the dual screen display setup I was given. I would retouch, design, illustrate, tweak, and type on one monitor while I would listen to lecture upon lecture about sugar, fat, carbohydrates, debunked diets, genetically modified foods, processed foods, macronutrient and micronutrient intakes, obesity, anorexia, diabetes, you name it. Some of my favorites included raw vegan documentaries and British television series, "Supersize VS Superskinny." I went vegetarian for a week. I went vegan for a week after. Finally, around July I supplemented my consumption of nutritional information with a community-based source of information centered around a diet not well-known to the majority of the world today: the ketogenic diet.

The ketogenic diet has been my saving grace. Essentially, it takes the standard American diet and flips the fat and carbohydrate percentages. Instead of continuing a diet based on seventy five percent carbohydrates and five percent fats, I began to base my consumption around seventy five percent fats and five percent carbohydrates. If we go back and look at the mayonnaise versus ketchup example, you'll see that this suits the rule of fat in the keto diet. I wanted to follow the diet as strictly as possible.

I gave up all forms of sugar, no more than 10 net grams of carbohydrates, and cut out all processed and genetically-modified forms of foods whenever possible. As an added bonus, my severe cystic acne cleared up completely when I gave up all forms of dairy. Along the way I discovered a huge amount of information. Did you know most carrots and fruits are genetically modified to be sweeter to the average consumer? Did you know that many grams of sugar hide in cured bacon? Did you know that most iceberg lettuce does not contain any significant nutrients whatsoever? Did you know that bananas are actually one of the most sugar, carbohydrate, and calorie-dense foods you can eat? Did you know avocados and spinach contain more potassium than a generic banana?

In a matter of about ten days I went from shopping and consuming anything in my supermarket to fervently avoiding the highly-processed, boxed, packaged, ninety percent in the middle. My paychecks didn't go to clothes or books, or things for leisure. Half my money went to purchasing the food that was good for my body. Being of Hispanic background, it was understandably a very different environment at home when it came to food, especially since I gave up rice and beans, plantains and empanadas. I would have to cook my own meals, eyeball my grams and ounces of protein, carbs, and fats.

Food was no longer a comfort to me. Taste was not my anchor anymore. It became a science, a really complex game of Tetris where I would track everything I ate in a food diary, pick the best foods I could so that they would hit my macronutrient and micronutrient intakes and clear the level for the day.

By the end of the summer, I fit back into seven other dresses that had been collecting dust beyond the light of day. After five months, I discovered an old photo taken when I was a sophomore in college. I did not recognize myself whatsoever, and was stunned speechless because I thought I was making minimal progress. By February of the 2017 semester, only three outfits fit me properly because everything else began to billow, sag, and quite literally fall off.
You can't out-train a poor diet. A calorie is not just a calorie. Nutrition is ninety percent of maintaining a healthy body for life. Don't believe what you hear about sodium intake and cholesterol. I eat eggs every day and my bloodwork has never been more consistent on this diet, sleep has never been more refreshing and deep, and most importantly, I feel that I have finally begun the best chapter of my life.

At the time of writing this piece I have lost over thirty five pounds, am now smaller than a size eight in women's dresses, size six or small in women's tops, and can fit into a size twenty six in US bottoms.

How can you deny a diet that allows bacon and butter, eggs and avocados, spinach and salmon?

~ Erika Rosell

The morning after the election

The morning after the election

The morning after the election was surreal for me- Guys dressed up in suits with 'Make America Great Again' hats like Trump had won the Super Bowl or something. I still can't believe the way people on campus behaved. Classmates. People I knew. People who I know don't know much about politics either. I didn't stay up to watch the coverage of the ballot counting, but I heard the cheering early in the morning.

Nobody should be that happy that they put a jackass in charge of our country. That they gave him nuke codes. I thought a Trump presidency would have terrible consequences for a lot of people; that's what every speech he's made is about. It's not something to celebrate. It's weird-I didn't really care about politics before this election, but I know that it shouldn't be a spectacle. Everything Trump does has real repercussions. I'm so frustrated-the guy is a giant idiot.

~Anonymous

Peggy McIntosh wrote that

Peggy McIntosh wrote that

Peggy McIntosh wrote that privilege meant the ability to decide what causes you fight for and what voices you listen to. For example, a white person in America has the option of whether or not they want to support racial equality while the matter is not nearly as much of a choice for a person who is not white. While everybody should support racial equality, a white person's opportunities and quality of life is not at stake, their basic rights and proper treatment is not at the center of the battle for racial equality. This is privilege, being given a choice as to who and what you want to support because you want to, not because your basic humanity is at stake.
In regards to the events of the last couple of months, the point that I keep coming back to is the juxtaposition between those whose rights have recently been greatly threatened and those who have not been put in such a position. My parents, two white middle aged people with savings and stable jobs, can watch the news and frown upon political protests. They can spin the recent election by saying that a president who was not a politician could be good for America. My parents can say that people protesting the recent election need to accept that Trump won and move on, that that these people are being whiny and immature. I have butt heads with my parents on a lot of issues recently in our country and I know that I am not the only person my age to experience this. I have given up arguing against their view because they simply do not see the gravity of what has been going on. To draw on McIntosh, my parents have the privilege of not being put in such dire a situation over recent events.
I have friends who are not white middle aged people with savings and who do not have jobs that are as stable as my parents. These people do not have the ability to be so far removed from the recent upheaval in our country. My friends who are not white are worried, my friends who are not straight are worried, many people my age are worried, my female friends and I are worried, my fellow special education teachers are worried. Many people who live in this country have just been sent the message that their rights can be threatened because of something as fundamental as their race, their gender, or their sexuality.
In response to the notion that Trump hasn't been in office for that long or that some of the things that he supposedly said can be attributed to the media, more damage than people who fail to recognize the problem can see has been done. In his SNL monologue, Aziz Ansari spoke about all of the people who voted for Trump, people who feel that they no longer have to hide their prejudices in today's America. The "KKK with a lowercase k", so to speak, refers to the notion that people with bigoted, biased views now feel affirmed and supported in their beliefs.
On a more personal note, I work with special education students. Many of my students are on the autism spectrum and a main worry of mine is about them, about the future of IDEA and other provisions in place for them, about propter treatment for them.
In my Educating Linguistically and Culturally Diverse Students class we watched a documentary on Latin American immigrants and the reasons that they came to this country. The documentary highlighted that fact that, in many Latin American countries, the United States' actions led to upheaval that caused people to flee to America. Many of the people in the documentary said that they came to the United States illegally but that this was not a choice of theirs. These people did not want to leave their homes and their families but the United States' involvement in their countries had led to such violence and instability that they did not have a choice. These people are some of the people threatened by the current events in our country.
I am not well versed in politics and I do not keep up enough with current events but I know enough to know that what has been going on in our country is not okay. The story that I keep coming back to is the gaping divide between those who have the privilege to look down upon people who are fighting for their basic rights or the rights of others and those who suddenly feel unsafe, unwanted, and abandoned in their own homes. This divide is what gives so many people, people who may have the power the help, the feeling that nothing is wrong and that they can ignore all of the recent turmoil. This divide is part of the problem as to why some people rightfully feel unsafe in America.
This divide strikes me because it is why two people who live in the same country, same state even, can feel very differently about current events. One person can feel that things are fine and that people need to accept what's happened and stop protesting and fighting it while another person can feel trapped and helpless, unable to protect themselves and the ones that they love. This should not be the case. We need everybody to be fighting for equality, for the rights of all Americans, we cannot have some who feel that they are safely removed from the battle. The juxtaposition between these two positions is not only striking but harmful. Such as juxtaposition is not uncommon but now is a good a time as any, if not a better time, to fix this problem. Getting past this divide will not only help people struggling and facing an unsafe environment and unfair treatment now but it will set a precedent that just because one may not feel at the center of a fight for others does not mean that they can turn away from it so easily.

This image was taken and posted by a summer camp that I work for. I chose this image because the special needs camp that posted it is a place of acceptance and a great example of a community of support. The community at this workplace is one where everybody is treated like family and we work hard to ensure that every member of our community is treated fairly and equally. Communities like this one help to exemplify what I think we need in America right now.

~ Cristina Ulto

I became I journalist because

I became I journalist because

I became I journalist because I needed a way to channel my social justice. I entered college a gender studies major with little hope of ever finding a job in that field. After taking a journalism class, I realized I could help people by shedding light on corruption while making a living. I never imagined in my freshmen year that, by the time I graduated, being a journalist would be so important. I never thought that the president would attack journalists for printing facts. Freedom of the press was founded on the idea that the people should be able to openly discuss and critique their elected leaders. If publications are scared to publish information for fear of being attacked by the new administration, can we still call ourselves a democracy? If nothing else these attack have encouraged me to fight harder for the oppressed people, to lift the veil and reveal what's happening in the shadows of government. My feminism is intersectional. My reporting will be too.

~ Angel Gierisch

Last semester, after the election

Last semester, after the election

"Last semester, after the election, I went to a march to make my campus a sanctuary campus. While we were marching, a guy came up to me and asked where the churros were-I went off on him, I was really upset. Then he told me to 'chill out, it's a fucking joke.' But it's really not funny- there are so many problems with that sort of statement, let alone the situation. A lot of the students here come from wealthy families. I don't think they understand how serious this is. I'm an immigrant. My mother is an immigrant. But we're white, so we aren't the immigrants who are under attack. I think that's why this guy came up to me: because I was also white, and he thought I'd identify with him. But legal status, what we look like, where we come from, shouldn't have anything to do with the way that we're treated."

~Anonymous

In August of 2015

In August of 2015

In August of 2015 I took a week-long vacation to Cuba with my family. I was so excited for the trip, Cuba has for years fascinated me, from the polarizing figure of Fidel Castro to the stories of my relatives leaving Cuba to escape the upheaval of the Revolution of 1959 to start a new, better life in the United States. During that time my views of Castro and his regime has been similar to other Americans, in that he was a dictator who made Cuba into a police state. Yet the story is much more complicated than that, and my trip showed me that Cuba's story isn't so black and white as it has made out to be.

My Mother booked a "Cultural Tour", through a tourist agency which is why we were even able to go, since the United States does not allow travel to Cuba freely. We were going to Cuba during a very exciting time, that week The U.S. embassy was reopening for the first time since 1961 when diplomatic ties severed between the two nations, we were about to witness history. The flight we took from JFK went straight to Havana, something that had started only a month before. The check in point was near baggage claim in a small area of the airport. On line with us were mostly all Cuban families with TVs, furniture, play stations and other goods wrapped up in blue plastic. Right then I realized this wasn't going to be a normal summer vacation to a tropical island. We arrived at Jose Marti Airport in Havana Cuba on a Friday afternoon. The airport is very small and split into two sides, arrival and departure. When walking into customs you are transported back to 1950. The room is filled with private booths with a door with blurred windows so it's impossible to see the person who goes in. After getting through customs and waiting almost two hours to get our luggage. We finally met up with our driver. That's when our experience began. As we were driving to downtown Havana, you could smell the fumes in the air, old fashioned Fords, Buicks and Chevrolets lined the streets; all in funky colors of baby blue, red and yellow, along with people riding horse buggies. Me, my Mom and Brother looked at each other with amazement.
I remember when we were driving through the city thinking, "This is how people live?". The buildings were deteriorating, some had collapsed, there weren't any windows in apartments. Clothes and linens hung all over outside, kids were playing outside with little pieces of things that once looked like parts of toys. There were no supermarkets, department stores or pharmacies in sight. When we got to the hotel. It felt like all the people hanging out outside were looking at us like we were aliens. Before we came to Cuba I thought that I was going to see a bunch of very sad people living in poverty. Instead what I saw were people partying, laughing and dancing. They seemed to be the happiest people in the world despite having very little materialistic things. Across from my hotel room was a big family that lived on the top floor of a building that had a makeshift roof. I watched them like hawks since there was no internet or T.V. to entertain me in the time I was in the Hotel. However, from the time that I watched them I realized how much Cubans value family. The grandparents would be playing with the grand kids. The father would come out on the roof and be playing with the children and the family dogs every evening. The wife would be making dinner for what looked like twenty people. These people would be crowded around one Television at night and laughing all hours of the night. To me, they seemed to have nothing, but to them, they had everything they wanted.

On our trip we got the real experience, we drank and ate with the locals. We visited sites and monuments to the Revolution, even rode a soviet truck up the Sierra Maestra Mountains where Castro and his rebels waged guerrilla warfare. We also learned about Cuban art and visited Ernest Hemingway's house. Everywhere we went, all I saw were people literally dancing or singing. Even workers working, I also saw that Cubans are rainbow people, coming in all different shapes and sizes. I didn't feel out of place being a tall white boy. My trip showed me that the Cubans are the backbone of Cuba. Their dream in achieving freedom haven't faltered, even when living in a world with limited freedom. I was surprised to learn that Cubans have access to healthcare, education and that there's virtually no racism, crime or prostitution. However, despite this, several Cubans I asked, did express their displeasure with the government. Saying that getting jobs is hard and that they hope the new relations with the U.S would open the door for the embargo to end. It seemed to me, that Cubans have a firm belief that the embargo is the one thing holding them back, and that the ending of it will finally see Cuba return back to prosperity. If that is actually true remains to be seen, as personally, I believe that the government moving to a more democratic form of government will truly see Cuba become a more modern, unified nation.
Lastly I found myself questioning my opinions about Castro. When driving around Cuba, you see bill boards and monuments. All to the July 26th movement. Yet what you don't see is anything made for him. All the monuments are of other Cuban revolutionaries, the likes of Che Guevara, Camilo Cienfuegos, JosŽ Mart’ and Frank Pais. Our guides told us he did this to not create a cult of worship around himself. Perhaps he did it for propaganda purposes, or maybe he did because he really did want the revolution to be about the people and not himself. It's hard to really say, because he's so charismatic that you almost forget he's the guy who has committed human right violations on his own people.

My trip only lasted a week, yet in that short amount of time. Being without internet, phone and T.V. really helped make my experience more memorable. It allowed me to get to know new people from a place that is entirely different than mine, I was able to able to see how grateful I am for my family and friends. It also made me realize that no matter how hard I think my life is, the Cuban people have it ten times worse than I do and are still able to have a good time. Lastly, the new connection that I made with my heritage will forever make me feel proud to be a Cuban American and not the other way around.

~ Alex Gisondi

When I think of upheaval

When I think of upheaval

When I think of upheaval I think of social services and the people and agencies that provide much needed services to a growing, needy and underserved population. Those seeking social services have experienced upheaval in their lives in one form or another often not due to faults of their own. Many people choose to ignore this population or blame their bad luck on their own wrong doing, while in reality many of the people who are in need of social services are the subject of unfair social stigmas, regulation and racism. Through my work with nonprofit campaigns I have seen people working nonstop to improve these lives, and many of these people rely on such services to achieve improvement. I have also seen the people providing services and those who work at agencies make sacrifices in their lifestyles for the betterment of society as a whole. In this day and age more people need to be willing to do so to improve the lives of all others, not just themselves.

~Anonymous

When I think of the word "upheaval"

When I think of the word "upheaval"

When I think of the word "upheaval," what I immediately think of is results. Upheaval is always caused by something else, and when all of those results are negative, then the causes must be negative too... right?

I think that a secondary result of our world being in a time of upheaval is that many people place the blame on themselves and others for the state we live in, and that we forget that not 100% of everything and everyone is constantly in this state of upheaval.

The story I would want to tell would be one about good intentions. I would want to show in a concrete but human way that to be a good person, you have to start with good intentions. We all make mistakes along the way, whether it's out of ignorance of another culture, thinking that that boy or girl you had a crush on was the one, etc. To live a full life, however, is to learn from those mistakes and to grow, and the reality is that some people mourn their failures and get stuck in a rut, and some people grow. Beyond that, there are many ways in which a person can grow.

I want to tell a story of a group of people who all face the sudden change in their life (it could be a death in the family, alien invasion, or buying a new house), but who come from a variety of different backgrounds and who face their similar situations in seemingly opposite manners. It would be a human experiment in fiction depicting that it always makes sense to have different opinions and reactions to the same thing, depending on where you come from and who you are at your core. I want to tell a story that might instill the reader with something that this time of upheaval lacks: acceptance.

~Anonymous

When I was growing up I was always told

When I was growing up I was always told

When I was growing up I was always told that I could be whatever I wanted to be. When you're three or four or five you don't think that there are any exceptions to that kind of idea. I didn't know that my being a girl, or my being Latina, would hold any weight on my ability to be whatever I wanted to be. As I got older, it was easy to tell myself that the world was becoming more progressive with each passing year. I grew up in a diverse town, went to schools that had predominantly African American or Latin demographics. I went to an all girls high school, where we were taught to empower and exhibit leadership. We heard whispers of the difficulty women faced in the working world, but we told ourselves that things were getting better. Once I got to college it didn't take long for me to realize that my ethnicity and my gender weighed heavily on how I was perceived by the world, and how I was going to be treated. I worked hard in college, building my resume while still taking on leadership roles on campus and maintaining a social life. Watching Hillary Clinton, a candidate I'd so passionately supported throughout the 2016 Election, lose, crushed all of the hopes I had that a woman like me really could be whatever they wanted to be. If a qualified woman could lose an election to a severely under qualified man, what was stopping the world from preventing me, a Latina woman, from taking on the roles I deserved. This period of my life has taught me that I can work as hard as I can, but it'll only be through a change in the attitude's of others, and the perception of women and minorities in this country, that women like me can have the world open up for them. I have faith that one day it'll happen, and I'd be honored to say I was one of the millions of women that marched, spoke out, and stood up for their rights and made their voices heard. I hope that one day, Hillary Clinton's words will echo true: "To every little girl who dreams big: Yes, you can be anything you want-even president."

~Anonymous

The only thing I can think of in this time of upheaval

The only thing I can think of in this time of upheaval

The only thing I can think of in this time of upheaval is that - I'm thinking about myself and how I hate politics. I hate politics, and I hate politicians. Especially, coming from Hudson County, where politicians have been historically crooked - y'know, that disdain has always been there. But, what I do realize is that by taking the ostrich approach - saying you're not going to listen or pay attention because it doesn't affect me - if enough people start thinking like me, then that could be a serious thing. Because that's how these immoral and corrupt people do take over. Because nobody is paying attention, nobody's watching, and you're thinking 'well, it's not really affecting me directly' but ultimately it does. I guess my new thing is, going forward, not so much getting into politics myself, but respecting those who are out there paying attention and making sure that the Constitution is being upheld, that the liberties that are set up in this country are still there for the majority of the people. We have to make way for those who really feel passionately about it so that they can continue. And even if we don't really feel 100% involved in it, you do have to keep your eyes and ears open, you have to be vigilant. You can't just let people change the reason that this country was set up... I'm in a state of turmoil. I'm in a state of internal turmoil, I must say.

~Anonymous