My Biggest Fears Pt. 2 by Jaimee Martin

I had so much fun compiling this list of ‘my biggest fears’ in the original part of this blog that I’ve decided to make a part two. Guaranteed to be just as authentic and relatable as the last one or 100% of your money back!

Happy reading! :    )

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-potato roots

-accidentally oversleeping all of my ib exams

-highway driving in the snow

-ugly crying at graduation

-being forced to dance before i’m warmed up

-figuring out that i really do have superpowers

-tazing myself in an endless cycle like in the movies

-getting a bunch of cavities and having all of my teeth pulled out

-accidentally cutting my finger off when i’m cutting paper strips

-falling asleep in such an awkward position that i can’t get up when i’m awake

-becoming enlightened to some incredible secret that i can’t tell anyone about otherwise the government will kill me

-blah blah blahbitty blah

-getting electrocuted by an outlet because i plugged it in wrong

-getting pantsed

-getting road raged by a scary person

-outer banks never coming to a finale

-getting a nuclear bomb dropped near my home or school

-the food at prom

-meeting a joe goldberg irl and they’re so good that i really can’t tell

-getting hit by a large piece of space junk and no one understanding and leaving me on the street

-getting carjacked

-fire ants

-that toys actually are sentient

Opening Nightmare by El Szalay





Unless you’ve been living under a rock or have not interacted with me whatsoever in the past month, you already know that Shaker’s production of The Spongebob Musical opened and closed this past weekend. All three performances were phenomenal and I am so unbelievably proud of the cast, crew, pit, and everyone involved in bringing this show to life. Not to mention, this show is officially the highest selling show in recent Shaker theatre history, with two of the three performances ending with only 30(ish) tickets left unsold. I am thrilled that my first and last high school musical broke this record. But, if I’m being completely honest, I was terrified for this show up until opening night. Considering that I hadn’t done a musical since middle school and that Spongebob is a surprising difficult show to put on, it’s perfectly normal that I panicked about it. In fact, I had multiple nightmares about something going wrong on stage. Most of them were realistic, like tripping during a big dance break or my costume ripping on stage, but I had quite possibly the weirdest nightmare of my life right before tech week.

To set the scene, this dream took place on opening night. We had all taken our places for the beginning of the show and the opening number starts when the cast collectively realized that our set had been torn down and replaced. If you remember what the set for last year’s production of Cyrano de Bergerac looked like, that’s basically what our new set looked like, except it was blue and on the wrong part of the stage. No one told us about the change, but as we say in theatre, the show must go on. We tried to continue through Bikini Bottom Day like everything was normal, but missed nearly all of our entrances because our blocking didn’t work with the new set.

I have an entrance from the audience at one point during the opening number. After making my way through Stage 3 to get to the back of the house, I enter the room during Mr. Krabs, Plankton, and Karen’s verse. But for some reason, Mr. Krabs wasn’t on stage. Instead, they were sitting in the audience with a microphone to sing their lines. There was a spotlight on them, so I assume this was somewhat intentional. The thing is, their microphone was breaking up so badly that you couldn’t hear what they were saying. As I move down the aisle to make my entrance, our director cuts us off and asks to speak with the cast. Yes, in front of a paying audience.

We all go backstage to talk to our director, and it was at that point I realized I was dreaming, because our actual backstage space looks way different than what I saw in my dream. There was a door that took us out to a parking lot. However, this parking lot wasn’t in Shaker. I can only assume it was in Akron (you’ll see why I say that). The whole cast was crying over how horribly the show was going as our director asked us why our show was going so poorly despite how good our runs were earlier that week. I don’t remember what else he said in this tangent, but it ended with him saying “and now I have to call the police.” The whole cast started crying even more, because our performance was god awful, but it most definitely wasn’t illegal! Our director seemed confused and said “no, I don’t mean on you guys, I mean on those guys.”

We all turn to look at what he was talking about and were greeted with a bright orange bus heading down the street towards the Akron airport. There were a few people on it, but there were two people in large penguin costumes similar to the Duolingo owl costumes, but penguins. The real kicker was the fact that the bus was driving down the street without one of its back tires. The entire cast instantly stops crying and forgets about our terrible performance as we all tell our director that he should most definitely call the police. As he explains the situation to the police, someone in the cast looks off into the distance and says “oh, and that building’s on fire.” We all turn around and there’s a massive skyscraper in the distance and, sure enough, it was on fire.

And then I woke up.

And for what it’s worth, our set was in place on opening night. And we only had a few minor technical difficulties. And there weren’t any fires or penguin costumes.

I’m Writing this Blog to Let You Know That I Just Applied for an AARP Card by Reece Turner

“Hm. Why?” would be an appropriate response, I think, and I’m glad you asked. For those who don’t know, AARP is, in a phrase lightly paraphrased from the dusky catacombs of Wikipedia, a lobbying/interest group for Americans over 50. While this may seem antithetical to my general outlook, AARP membership brings with it something that I simply can’t ignore: deals. Unfortunately, that whole “over 50” thing seems to put a dent in my plans, right? Wrong. Thanks to a little something called “age based discrimination,” AARP (whose acronym used to stand for the American Association for Retired Persons but now stands for nothing) legally has to allow membership to people of any age. With that out of the way, let’s get into some of the aforementioned deals. First off, the price of the card. For only $12 a year you get everything mentioned below:

  • ~30% off car rentals. If you rent 1 car a year the card is basically paying for itself, provided you use the car for a decent amount of time (a couple days I think, but my math could be wrong). Unfortunately, as I am 18 I cannot legally rent a car.
  • Hotels – most hotels give 10% off any room (the ones that seem to hate the elderly only give 5 but you can avoid those), however similarly to the car rental issue mentioned above, most hotels require you to be 21 to check into a room.
  • Ticketmaster offers significantly reduced price on certain tickets, including and limited to “Donny” (googling the name gave no exact results) and “PAW Patrol Live! “Heroes Unite,”” which seems to only be playing on April Fools Day in Indianapolis. If anyone has any grandchildren in Indiana please let me know.
  • Life Insurance – Throw a comment under this blog if you want to be listed as a beneficiary because I’m looking at these rewards and I’m starting to think that’s the only way I’m getting my money’s worth from this thing.
  • 15% of Denny’s. This may just be how I break even. I’m looking at the menu and I’d only need to order 8 Denny’s Super Slam™s over the next year to make my $12 back, which feels doable.

To conclude, do I recommend becoming an AARP member before turning 20? No. Will I make my money back? Probably not. Did I throw away $12 for a really stupid bit? Please don’t ask me this question. On a separate, unrelated note, if anyone is interested in cheap breakfast food, please let me know.

Finishing the Puzzle by Evan Barragate

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In fewer than two months, I will be finished with the phase in my life that I have been stuck in since before I could read or spell my middle name. In fewer than two months from now, I will put the last piece in the giant puzzle–the puzzle I have been working on for a dozen years (not literally though–I hate puzzles). By this, I mean I will be done with K-12 schooling. I doubt that any phase in my life will have a more profound impact on who I am than these years. Beginning as a baby-toothed, lips-on-the-drinking-fountain-faucet, velcro-shoed, training-wheeled kindergartener and developing into the gorgeous, sun-kissed, basketball-player tall, risky driving, perfect-in-every-way adult (?) I am today. I have learned many things over these years (except how to swim and tie my shoes the non-bunny ears way), and I am grateful for the way my life has changed (except for getting body odor when I don’t shower, getting out of bed covered in pimples, having to drive myself places instead of getting hauled around by my parents, and having to wear a slimy retainer every night that tastes like poop when I wake up). When a puzzle is almost complete, I like to take a step back and look at the whole picture. At times it looks like the outstanding work of art illustrated on the box. But usually, it looks like a cheap, plastic imitation of the picture on the box with weird squiggly lines covering it, making you feel disappointed and think I can’t believe I wasted all that time putting this together. To avoid this disappointment, I will look back at the nearly-completed puzzle of my K-12 schooling without looking at the big thing. Instead, I am going to look back at all the little details that were once so significant–like the puzzle piece with the little turds that ended up being rocks beside a river or the one with yellow flowers that were actually ducklings.

The details of the puzzle that is these past twelve years are not images; they are memories–ones that took so little time but are so vivid that I cannot forget them. If years are colors, my middle school years jump out the most. They are also the ugliest color, like an orange-yellow-green that looks like vomit. When I think of this time, the first memory that hits me is from my seventh-grade science class when I was fresh off crutches after a broken leg. There was a substitute teacher–a very rude and annoying one–who had gotten into an argument with another student. I had a vendetta against substitute teachers throughout middle school because they were all out to get me. When I saw them arguing, I knew I had to step in to help a fellow student. I jumped in–and next thing you know, the fight was entirely between me and the sub. It had escalated from a petty fight to World War III, and I had taken a conflict that had nothing to do with me into an even bigger one that entirely revolved around me (like always). Then the substitute tried closing in on me, blocking my path between two tables with my back to the wall, telling me I wasn’t leaving. I had only one option left; I did a running jump and hopped over the long table, sprinting out of the classroom. The whole class cheered for me, which made up for the detention I received after. The most surprising aspect of this table-jump was that my leg was broken while I did it. 

More from that colorful time period, I have another memory centered around that busted bone in my thigh. It was right before first period, the busiest time of the day. I was crutching down the hideous middle-school hallway among the hideous, pimpled faces of pre-teens. Yet no matter how ugly and awkward they looked, they intimidated me–even those who were my age. The intimidation came in part from the cruelty of that age, but primarily due to the fact that I was walking (if it can even be called walking) on crutches. I tried calming myself down by remembering that all I had to do was make sure I didn’t fall; that was the worst thing that could happen. As I crutched further toward my class without slipping, I calmed down. And as I became calmer, I started to pick up the pace. Soon I forgot that I had any reason to worry. I was just another kid walking down the hallway. In the middle of that thought, my quick-moving crutches hit the tile floor with such speed that they didn’t suction onto it, instead slipping and flying up into the air on my next step. With my crutches still in the air, I flew backward and hit the ground with my front side facing the ceiling, laying motionless with my arms sprawled out like a dead bird. Everyone crowded around me in shock as I struggled to get up, looking like a miserable turtle flipped upside down.

Though middle school had some of the most memorable moments, most of my K-12 puzzle is taken up by high school. While I know that these past four years have been the highlight of the past twelve and have had the least regrettable moments, I always think it’s more important to reflect on things through a pessimistic perspective. So when I think of the negative, one of the first things that comes to mind occurred at the beginning of this year. I was in the restroom–where most of the bad things that happen in the high school take place–blowing my nose with toilet paper from the stall. No other stall was open, and someone outside really wanted to use the one I was in. He started by yelling for me to come out, then pounding on the door, becoming more furious each second. Naturally, I reacted to this by not saying a word and pretending like I wasn’t there, hoping he would believe it–even though the door was closed and there are foot-long cracks in them that he could see me through (why do they build them like that anyway?). Finally, I snapped back and cursed at him to leave. As I could have predicted, this really made his rage peak. In a split second, the garbage can came flying over the stall door, like a scene out of a movie. The can was full.

I often forget that a small percentage of my K-12 years were online. Despite how boring it felt to be in them, these virtual classes are interesting to look back at because of the unique situations they resulted in. The most horrific of these is one that I might have already written about in a past blog, which wouldn’t be surprising because I basically write the same thing every time but with different situations (sorry). Since I don’t want to look back and check, I’ll just share this experience now and hope that I didn’t before. In this first-period online class, I usually got ready for the day–a good way to take advantage of classes not being in person. I would often join the Zoom, turn off the microphone and camera, and leave the phone somewhere it wouldn’t bother me until I was done. But one morning, I joined while I was in the shower, assuming that the camera and microphone would automatically be off until I turned them on. This, of course, ended up not being the case–and when I joined the class, the teacher could see and hear everything that my phone could. I tried to turn off the audio and video as quickly as possible, but the screen was wet from the shower, making it difficult to do so. I think the phone faced the ceiling and that was all the camera captured, but I’m not certain, and the memory still haunts me. This is the darkest, most frightening part of the puzzle.

We may only go through the phases of our lives for us to look back and realize how embarrassing and awful they were and move on to the next one. I like to think that they get better with each one that passes. And even though puzzles are tacky, disappointing, and ugly, they are occasionally entertaining–kind of like life.

Things That Help Me Fall Asleep By Claire Borden

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Like many I know (shoutout Ms. Grey) I often find myself laying in bed and stairing at the ceiling, unable to sleep. While this can be frustrating, it is also relaxing, as so much of my day is planned down to the minute. Spending this time lying in the dark with my cat purring on my chest forces me to be alone with my thoughts and provides a sense of peace that I don’t usually experience at other hours. However, I often go to bed with my mind reeling, unable to power down and relax my body for sleep. In my 18 years (of which I have spent 6 asleep) I have come up with many techniques that I go to when I’m having trouble sleeping. Here are a few of them:

  1. Listing a Harry Potter character for every letter of the alphabet- this is my most longstanding personal tradition, and my claim to fame. I am able to list a character for every single letter (even x), although for difficult letters I allow myself to use the last name rather than the first. I also play this game with other things, such as song titles, people I know, or characters from other media, but I always return to Harry Potter. If I concentrate and go slowly, picturing each character in my mind as I conjure their name, I can be asleep before I get to “Z”.
  2. Doing a meditation- this technique comes from my mom, who uses these when she can’t sleep, and would always put them on for me when I would wake up upset or anxious in the night. My favorite is Christine Wushke’s Ocean of Light because it is the one my mom uses, and while I am not always asleep by the end of the meditation, it always calms me down, and is my favorite method for if I am feeling anxious or riled up.
  3. Pretending I am vlogging my day- As someone who watched a lot of vlogs when I was younger, I love living out my YouTuber fantasies before bed. I will start at the beginning of the previous day and go over in my mind everything I did and why I did it, who I saw, what I ate, what I wore, and how I felt about everything. This helps me reflect on my day, and is just a lot of fun for some reason.
  4. Thinking about my earliest memories- I love the feeling of something triggering a random memory that I haven’t thought about in years. I like to play a game with myself where I try to come up with the earliest memory that I can, and remember everything possible about it. Thinking about long lost memories feels very fitting for the space I exist in right before bed between wakefulness and sleep.
  5. Listening to an audiobook or reading- if I really just want to get out of my head I will turn on an audiobook, usually Little House on the Prairie because it is comforting and relaxing, and use Audible’s sleep timer for 10 minutes. Usually by the time the ten minutes is up I am almost ready to sleep, if not already there. If I don’t feel like listening to something, I also sometimes like to read. However, if the book I choose is too compelling, I will simply stay up longer. So recently I have been reading a few pages of a political theory book I got for Christmas called “Liberalism and It’s Discontents”. This book is like eating your vegetables- you know it’s good for you, but it’s not always fun. Usually one dry chapter will knock me right out.

Beefing with Brick by Rafael Bonilha Van’t Hof

For some time now, I have had the dumbest, stupidest, worst beef possible ever: I beef with bricks. There is nothing a brick can do that I am not 10 times better at. Put me up against any brick you have ever known and I win EVERY TIME. Even at being a brick I am better. Even being evaluated by brick standards I am the better brick DAILY.

If I was to judge the main purpose of a brick, it is to prevent things and from getting past it. A brick is supposed to be a physical barrier. A single brick does nothing; it could get its ankles snatched by A BABY. It is safe to say that I would never let myself get clowned on by a baby. Besides that a single brick can’t stop anything: An ant would simply walk around it, over it, in it. Given these points, it is clear that I am a THOUSAND TIMES more powerful than a brick.

However, this analysis overlooks a key aspect of bricks: they are never used just as one, they are always in groups. Nobody ever orders one brick. They need to be a squad to have any value. This changes a lot of things. All of a sudden they can block off large spaces and become a serious barrier for the local idiot (me). And they stick them together, giving the wild squad of brick some structure which they desperately need. This makes them good candidates for becoming buildings like Shaker Heights High School. This becomes a problem for me as I can’t beat a school in a fight, especially when it comes to being a building.

After “lots” of thoughts I have come to the conclusion that I could beat a squad of 50 bricks in a fight of being the better bricks. 50 bricks just standing there can’t stop anything. Just walk around them–what are they going to do? Get up and move? They’re bricks. I am much better at being an obstacle because I can move to not get walked around. I would block much better than 50 bricks.

Next is the bricks durability. They are very strong and could probably withstand getting robbed, getting in a car crash, getting shot, and the many other forms of human violence. I might not be able to handle these, but I have something more powerful than being brick stiff: THE HUMAN SPIRIT! With the power and stupid determination of human nature I can withstand anything that gets in my way. Maybe I get robbed and lose everything, but I can simply activate stupid human mode and unrob myself.

Another advantage of the bricks is not thinking, which makes them immune to the mental damage that is the downfall of many great humans. Bricks don’t care about getting called cringe, bullied, ratioed, and the many other forms of mental damage on this planet. I think, which makes me extremely susceptible to mental damage. However, I have a counter measure for this, NOISE CANCELING HEADPHONES. This makes it so I no longer have to listen to any of the people clowning me and can no longer hear what they are even saying.

My last and MOST IMPORTANT point in this comparison is that I am a better brick on the court as well. If I would ever show up to pick up basketball they would call me the wall because of the hilarious amount of bricks I would start stacking. That 50 squad would not compare to me “ballin'” out. I would brick enough to make the empire state building. 50 is nothing to the infinite bricks that I can acquire on court.

Given this very reasonable and normal argument it is clear that I am the brick master and 50 bricks could never get on my level even if they tried.  I am clearly goated with the sauce and ready to take my rightful place in a wall somewhere. PUT ME IN COACH, I’M READY TO BECOME A WALL!

Childhood Books that Bring up Key Memories by Sarah Marcus

As I turn in the remainder of my IB assignments, I have started to have more time to return to reading. While I would write about my current favorite books, I have been so busy with school I have not had time to pleasure read recently. So I decided to talk about some of my favorite childhood books. I was obsessed with reading as a kid, and these books have unforgettable childhood memories attached to them.

  1. The Mercy Watson Series. I have amazing memories associated with this series. When I was in first grade, on the weekends, I would go to my school library and check out a few of these books and spend the weekend at my great aunt’s house, and we would read these books together. While I don’t remember much about the books, I cannot forget how Mercy Watson would always eat a giant stack of toast with butter. I will never forget these key childhood memories and will always be associated with this series.
  2. The Little House on the Prairie Series. When I was in first grade, I was OBSESSED with history. LIKE OBSESSED. For this reason, I was in love with the show and the book series Little House on the Prairie. When I’ve seen re-runs of the show, it pains me to see some of the horrible language and stereotypes portrayed; however, as a first grader, I loved how they dressed in the TV show. I remember proudly working with my friends and completing the April Fools homework assignment. As a joke, our teachers had assigned us to read a 200+ page book and write a report on it. Because I was in first grade, I found homework fun and exciting (wow, I wish I still felt that way). While I didn’t read the whole book in three days, I did read the remaining pages and wrote my version of an essay in 3rd grade. I miss how proud I was of turning in that essay.
  3. American Girl Doll Books. Continuing my historical fiction journey, I loved the American Girl Doll Books. These were what got me into historical fiction. My favorite was Josefina as I was CONVINCED that if there was a movie about her, I would play her. I mean to me, it was perfect. We both lived in/near Santa Fe. I also used to go to the historical museum place that was unofficially advertised as “her home.” I also looked like her. You cannot convince me that we were not twins.


My Biggest Passion: Dirt by Beckett Smith

What's The Best Type of Soil For Plants?

I really like dirt. It goes back to when I was a kid, and I’d rather play outside in the mud then with toys. I like gardening because there’s something so soothing about getting your hands in dark, damp soil. This summer, when my depression was the worst it’s ever been, sometimes I would go outside and just stand barefoot in the flowerbeds. It always lifted my spirits a little bit.

Beyond that, the science that goes into soil is endlessly fascinating. From the plants growing in it, to the organisms that live in it, everything plays a role. It’s such a delicate system, and as I learn more about it, the more I learn about how we’re destroying it, which is where the part of this being my passion comes in.

The way that we do agriculture is killing us. It was the underlying cause of the downfall of every major civilization before us. We’re leeching fertility from the soil on a global scale, and as the population increases, our ability to produce enough food is decreasing. Like any environmental problem, the solution won’t make the people who currently run the agricultural world any more money, so you can imagine how invested people are in fixing this issue.

Anyway, I firmly believe that the end of the world is coming, and it’s starting on farms. Don’t freak out too much though, I doubt the full effects will happen in our lifetime. Who knows though. Sustainable agriculture methods are getting more attention, and people are  calling out GMO’s, pesticides, and all those other things that are destroying the earth. So maybe we’ll be able to stop it before it gets bad enough to end the world.

My Ways to Lock In by Jakeia Banks

Hello, all! It’s been a long time since I’ve blogged. I have been very, very busy. Recently, I wrapped up the last Sankofa performance of my high school career. That was literally electric! Now, I’m involved in our high school’s musical production of Spongebob Squarepants. I highly encourage everyone to come to buy tickets to the show!! 3 of our writing center interns are in it, including me. These past few weeks have been dedicated to Spongebob and getting myself back into the swing of things. I basically hopped from one production into the next one, which has taken quite a toll on my grades and my overall capacity to juggle life. Don’t get me wrong, I love performing and everything, but sometimes I have to take a second and tell myself, “You’re going way too fast.”
With one of my two productions closed and the college process done and completed, I am finding myself trying to “lock in” more. The only thing is I have a horrible attention span and I often don’t know how to sit down and do tasks until my brain tells me that I’ve procrastinated enough and that I should now be ashamed. If you don’t know, “locking in,” basically means focusing extremely to get a specific task or tasks completed. In this blog, I want to share with y’all (in no particular order) some ways I personally lock in to my studies or hobbies.
1. Listening to folklore by Taylor Swift
Okay, now I am not a Swiftie. But I have definitely been tuning into T-Swift ever since the announcement of her tour and Claire telling me about getting tickets. And now I have to say, FOLKLORE IS THAT GIRL! My favorite song on the album is Invisible String. It’s soooo romantic. It reminds me of all the good things in the world. What’s even cuter is that I heard it in a Barnes & Noble with my boyfriend and now that memory is forever linked to that song LOL.
2. Listening to random Rory Gilmore playlists on Spotify
I should preface this by saying that I have never watched a single episode of Gilmore Girls—but it is on my watch list! I love listening to the study playlists full of pop music because it’s so me. I don’t know if Rory Gilmore is a good character, but I feel like I highly relate to her based off of these playlists.
3. Write down my tasks in my many notebooks
In November, I went through this really mind-altering time with the college process. But instead of getting overstimulated with everything going on or with my own thoughts, I hurriedly wrote tasks down in my notebook. These notes are very unintelligible to anyone but me, which makes them even more special. I don’t know why, but writing your tasks down when you feel like the world is going to crush you is so incredibly freeing.
4. Listening to Homecoming by Beyonce
Alright, alright, I know that no one is surprised this is on the list. I am one of THEE biggest Beyonce fans in like, I don’t know, history. I love that woman, but I love the second half of Homecoming even more. One of my favorite songs to get on my grind with is “Top off” which is full of (pardon my french) bad bitch energy—which, duh, it’s Beyonce.
5. Going on a walk before studying
I found out that going on a walk near my neighborhood greatly helps me. I feel like there is definitely some science behind why. I think my neighborhood leads to such great roads in Shaker. But since it’s been so freaking cold recently, I have settled with meditating or listening to my podcasts. One of my favorite podcasts right now is “For the Healthy Hoes” which is on Spotify. Not only is it a podcast by Black creators, but the creator speaks nothing but pure facts! It’s all about conscious living and how to improve yourself. If anyone needs some motivation in the mornings, I highly recommend this podcast! Hopefully, when it gets warmer, I can listen to my podcast while I walk to clear my head.

I hope everyone liked my ways to lock in! Please suggest any of your favorite ways to lock in in the comments. Bye! Love ya!

I ❤️ Pedro Pascal by Matilda Spadoni

Pedro Pascal (Smile) Celebrity Mask - Celebrity Cutouts


In writing center this week, I joked that I would write my blog post about Pedro Pascal, the Chilean actor who has recently been gaining a lot of traction. Well. I have no other ideas, so I thought I would go through his roles, that I’ve seen, and give my irrelevant opinion.

This is one of the first main roles Pedro Pascal had. In the show, he plays Javier Peña, a DEA officer. The whole plot of the show is to essentially try to kill Pablo Escobar. I am on season two of this show, but I’ve kind of hit a dead end. I like the show a lot, but it can’t be background TV. As dumb a reason to not like a show as that sounds, I have found myself completely missing key parts of the show because of it. The show’s dialogue is mostly Spanish, and as a not very good speaker, I need to read the subtitles. So when I look away for a second. I miss everything said, and need to rewind.

Otherwise though, very suspenseful and entertaining.

The Mandalorian
This was the first time I saw Pedro Pascal act, and we never even saw his face until well through the show. It was still super fun though, and he’s pretty adorable in it.

The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent
I liked the first half of this movie, when it was mostly comedy, but the action part bored me. I did get a good amount of laughs though, and I still giggle when I think about the infamous driving scene on LSD.

The Bubble
This movie is terrible.

The Last of Us
This has got to be one of my all time favorite shows. I adore Bella Ramsey and Pedro Pascal in these roles, and watching the new episode every Sunday has become a really fun family tradition. It is the perfect amount of comedy and suspense, and I have cried multiple times. I haven’t had the time to watch the most recent episode though, so no spoilers please!!

These are most of the roles I have seen Pedro Pascal in, and I hate to say I have become one of his many fans over the past couple months.