Trader Joe’s: A Test of Will By Praslin Arth

I have faced many challenges in my life, but one will forever go down in history as the most overwhelming, challenging and dangerous task I have ever conquered…Trader Joe’s. I used to hold happy memories of the grocery store from when I was a child and me and my brother would scour the walls to find the hidden monkey and were rewarded with delicious lollipops or stickers. But I know now that that’s simply a front. A distraction curated by the evil masterminds behind Trader Joe’s to keep children ignorant of the true nature of the store.

As I grew up, I traveled to the wretched place less and less until it had been years since I last entered the store and then they finally lured me back. My mother sent me on an errand with a list of groceries I needed to collect and because fate decided, I must brave the isles of Trader Joe’s. They put a bookstore right by it, and I simply could not resist the beautiful bait of a new book before returning home. So I made the naive decision to shop at Trader Joe’s.

The large glass doors opened up to reveal the chaos hidden behind the walls of the store. People crowded every corner, children screamed, giant carts full of food were strewn about precariously and there I stood a needle in the haystack of produce with no time to retreat from my mission. I began in the cheese section wedging my way between bodies to snag the pepper-jack I needed. Then I zig-zagged my way through cart after cart collecting the other assorted items needed for dinner. Basket in hand I pushed my way through to the check out lines to mind my hardest challenge of all…the waiting. I am not famous for being patient and I knew immediately that not a single line would be under half an hour with at least four people in each pushing carts FULL of food, I was done for. I fought for my life to keep my place in line and plan my escape route for when I was finally able to leave. Finally, it was my turn. I bagged with ample speed and rushed out of the store with my one paper bag in hand. At last I was in the safety of my car and right there I vowed that I would never return alone to Trader Joe’s. It was built for only the strongest of shoppers.

Bagels by Nolwenn Chemali

I am someone who loves to cook and bake. Give me any baked good and I will give you a kiss.

It was May 13th, the day of my dance show, but most importantly, the day before Mother’s Day. After my dance show, we came home at around 10:30 pm, and I felt quite spontaneous. I had been feeding my sourdough starter for the past few weeks, and it was looking fruitful and ready to be used. Then, my brain computed what I saw: the starter, a bowl, and table salt, and I came up with the brilliant idea of making bagels for a Mother’s Day brunch (or so I thought it was brilliant).

As I searched for recipes online, I couldn’t find one that did not say, “A stand mixer is the most important tool for this recipe.” I did not have a stand mixer on me, but I decided to try it. As I started kneading the dough, it was not looking good. The dough was shaggy, but I kept kneading and kneading. At this point, it was about 1 am, my arms were about to fall off, I still had my stage makeup on, and the dough was still so dry and tough. I decided to protect my sanity, and I let the dough do its thing while I covered it with a wet towel overnight.

The next morning, I woke up to the amazing surprise of seeing the dough looking exactly the same. No rise, no moisture, and looking as nonviable as the night before. I had pressure on me. It was Mother’s Day, and I needed to continue with my plan. After adding water and only making it worse, I was ready to throw away the dough. Until I came to the conclusion that dough is dough. Water and flour are going to make something, regardless of its form. I proceeded with the recipe instructions, and to my surprise, to my mother’s surprise, and to your surprise, the bagels turned out impeccable.

Maybe not the New York style I was expecting, but they tasted amazing, and I was proud of myself for not giving up. This was genuinely a pivotal moment for me. I learned not to give up on the things that are worth completing, and I hope this blog can shed some light on you today.

Toxic Relationship By Addison Weingart

This relationship is one-sided, all you do is take and never give. My hair is just dead ends, choppy and green from chlorine. No amount of lotion can replenish my cracked, dry skin. I can’t hear half the time because water is always in my ears. My joints are aching, my muscles are sore, and no matter how often I crack it, my back is stiff.  But I keep running back to you, Swimming.

I can’t remember how not to swim. Growing up I spent all my summers at the pool. From dusk to dawn, I soaked and swam, my fingers in a constant state of prune. Because I am quick to boredom, and I was already in the water 24/7, it was obvious to my parents to enroll me in club swimming. And thus, our toxic relationship was seeded.

I’ll admit, I was scared of commitment. I wanted to experiment and try new activities. Field Hockey caught my eye, and track seduced me away from the pool. But Swimming was envious and couldn’t handle the rejection. So when Middle School started, and I decided I would try Field Hockey, Swimming marinated its jealousy, waiting for a time to strike.

I joined my High School team, expecting it to be the same as always; a way to exercise and swim with my friends. I did not foresee the 5:45 AM practices, 4-6 PM, or extended doubles break schedule. Gone away were my winter break plans, I would be spending Christmas Eve in the pool. All the time I spent outside of swimming, was spent thinking about it. Will I be able to finish my homework after practice? What time is Swimming on Saturday, can I still go to the Movies? The amount of times I turned down trips to the mall, or Starbucks Yap Sessions because I had Swimming is uncountable. But what was I to do?

I can’t imagine life without Swimming. I met some of my best friends, and I got my job through it. I built life-long habits of rising early and values of determination and perseverance. I wouldn’t be who I am without Swimming. I hate the cold shock of the water at early-morning practices. But I love finishing tough workouts and walking out to my car to a beautiful sunrise.

Two days ago, I ended my Junior season with a bang. All winter, all I talked about was wanting for the season to end, wanting to quit, and how much I hated practices. So how come I already want you back?

Swimming, this is hard to say, but I will not pursue you in college. At that point, I think we will need to part ways. I’ll find comfort in optional lap swims, maybe in a life-guarding job. You will be in my heart forever, Love you.

P.S. You know I am gonna swim senior year.  I am not boutta quit 3/4 ways through. FINISH IT!

Odious Odes by Evelyn Rossman

Our SWC writing contest for Valentine’s Day, as most of you readers know, is to write an ode to a non-person. As an avid rhymer and lover of inanimate objects, I came up with a couple of ideas. I have decided to give you a collection of odes for different things that make me happy. Enjoy!

Matcha Lattes

People say you taste like grass,
And maybe they are right,
But I drink you before I go to class,
And you keep me going ‘til the night
You can drink your coffee, your latte, or your tea
But they will never mean so much as matcha does to me

My Wednesday Bath

For three long days, I work to the brink
At the final hour, it is difficult to think
You may ask me how I get through the day
How can I live with all work and no play?
But I just shake my head and laugh
For all that I need is my Wednesday bath
Every week, when the clock strikes nine
I have an experience that’s simply divine
The time to relax, time to refuel
As I sit comfortably in my big, warm pool

Dark Chocolate

This is somewhat of a controversial topic
But I must say that I love dark chocolate
Milk can be good at times I guess
I think white is gross, I must confess
But dark chocolate is delicious any time of the day
It brings me much joy, I must say
Rich, velvety, and bittersweet
That’s all I need to make me feel complete

My Escape by Meredith Stevenson

It’s a rainy Tuesday and all I want to do is leave school. I’m overheating from the broken AC and I’m pretty close to losing my mind. As I’m going through the day I keep telling myself, “Two more periods” or “One more period and I’m gone.” As I’m doing this, I start to think about my plans for when I get home. Usually, I make myself food and have my ‘enrichment time’ on my phone. So that was my plan, and at this time that’s all I’m looking forward to.

My enrichment time is a way for me to zen out after a long day at school. This is how I get through the day: I think about my enrichment time and how close I am to being there. But this day was a little different! It started when my friend Morgan wanted to go to Starbucks after school. I assumed this would mean I was driving there so I planned on driving when we got home from school. Plans changed when we got in our rides car, as she started talking about how she wanted a Starbucks refresher. That made me want a Starbucks refresher so we all agreed on the plan to go to Starbucks. As we were going there, I used my mobile app to place my order so it would be ready when we arrived. I got my usual drink (ice peach green tea lemonade) and then I started thinking about food.

Normally, I go for something small, like a cake pop, but today was different. I was HUNGRY; I needed something substantial. So I pondered my options for a bit and eventually decided to get a lunch item. I noticed that they still had their grilled cheese. I haven’t had their grilled cheese in a while so I decided that would be my food item for the order. As we were on our way to Starbucks, all I was thinking about is what this grilled cheese will taste like and if it’s gonna be as good as it used to be.

We eventually arrived at Starbucks, and to our liking, all of our items were already ready. So, we got our stuff and sat down to eat. As we sit down I open my grilled cheese and I notice it is very greasy. I’m not a big fan of that so my expectations for the sandwich were lowered. I took my first bite was proven wrong. This first bite was a moment of bliss. I had tasted flavors I never knew I could taste. I scarfed the grilled cheese down in about a millisecond because of how good it was. Morgan looked away and when she looked back I had finished my meal. The rest of the day was amazing solely because of how good this grilled cheese was. Now whenever I go to Starbucks, grilled cheese will always be in my order.

Towards a Hegelian-Lacanian Analysis of Meshes of the Afternoon by Ezra Ellenbogen

Meshes of the Afternoon is my favorite film, period. It’s a 14-minute dialogue-free experimental flic by Maya Deren centering around the dream state(s) of a woman (played by Maya herself) and her interactions with a man (Alexandr Hackenschmied), as well as a Death figure. You can watch it here with an amazing soundtrack by Maya Deren’s late husband Teiji Ito. 

My ideas about this film revolve around the way it reflects the theme of the Hegelian Dialectic of Recognition. In the “Lordship and Bondage” section of The Phenomenology of Spirit, German philosopher G. W. F. Hegel elaborates how humans can come to a sense of “absolute knowledge” through a process of coming to recognize each other. 

In this process, Hegel says one must come to recognize that the existence of their self-consciousness is entirely contained within and dependent on the self-consciousness of the Other (in the sense of individual others generalized) – this is overcoming the first ambiguity. Next, they come to realize that the Other’s self-consciousness is reciprocally contained and existent through the self-consciousness of their Other (of which you are a part). This is the overcoming of the second ambiguity. When this recognition is reciprocal, one is able to come to the ‘Notion of Recognition.’ Now, because this process involves the dissolution of the stability of one’s own self-consciousness and the dissolution of the stability of the Other’s self-consciousness, Hegel reiterates again and again, to the point of redundancy, that in Recognition (in a symbolic sense), “each aims at the destruction and death of the other.” 

As Maya enters her first dream state, she sees a Death figure walking down the street. Note that right at the beginning of the film, she was chasing Alexandr down the same sidewalk. This is the first parallel between the Death figure and Alexandr, but there are more: Alexandr, later in the film, places the poppy in Maya’s bed just as Death does, and then looks into the mirror, just as Death’s own face is a mirror. Thus, we can read the scene at the beginning as a parallel to the repeated scene of the Death figure walking down the street. 

It becomes clear that this parallel represents that Maya is pursuing intimate knowledge of the Other – in the specific sense of an Other, with Alexandr, and in general terms of pursuing a sense of being through Recognition. To do this, she chases after the Death figure, just as a participant in the process of mutual Recognition must aim at the destabilizing (death) of their own self-consciousness and the self-consciousness of the Other. In addition the continued use of the poppy suggests that, as a bloomed flower, it represents the completion of Recognition. In the first act of the parallel, Maya has the poppy (reflecting her responsibility in the first ambiguity), and in the second act, the figure of Death (the Other) has the poppy (reflecting the responsibility of the Other in the second ambiguity).

This is in a very important sense a reflection of the cycle of desire and lack, and this is especially signified by the imposition of Alexandr (an object of desire to Maya, as depicted in the somewhat intimate scene late in the movie) as a stand-in for the Death figure. In seeking Death (literally, the figure, and symbolically, in the process of Recognition), she is seeking love through recognition (from the Other, Alexandr). Her desire is characterized symbolically entirely by depictions of lack and failure to achieve (loss of self-control in the antigravity scene, failure to prevent the objects in her home from returning back to normal such as with the phone and the record player, failure of the Mayas to pick up the key in the three-Maya scene, etc.). As within the Lacanian structure of analysis, the process of desire invariably and fatally results in failure. 

From the dropping of the key (also a symbol of failure) from the beginning of the film, we are to understand Maya is aiming to return to some previous state in her life. Alexandr, who clearly shares a complicated relationship with Maya (note how she reacts to his intimacy), is perhaps what Maya needs to overcome to return to this state of comfort. The completion of Hegelian Recognition is perhaps the road to closure that Maya is seeking. That is to say that Maya is hoping to regain a sense of self and being-within-the-world that has ostensibly been lost after some traumatic event.

In this sense she is taking the step of recognition through the Other insofar as the Other is conceived in the general sense. She is, quite literally, negating the particular (Alexandr) to acquaint herself with the general (the Other) – since in order to know the Other she must first have a primitive sense of self-consciousness that she can seek the death of for the overcoming of the first ambiguity.

If Alexandr is preventing her closure, then overcoming him is the first step to allowing herself to achieve Recognition. In this process she is allowing herself the sense of freedom and self that she needs to complete the (via Lacan) impossible dialectic and thus to achieve the self-knowledge and sense of being she has sought. Thus, the key-turned-knife stands for the fact that a combination of both processes is the solution she seeks – she must seek death in the literal sense of the death of that which is holding her back from seeking death in the symbolic sense (as it is defined within the process of Recognition). 

You might be saying that this is a bit much for an analysis of the film. There certainly are a number of more literal elements that can be interpreted in this film. But there’s a lot to be seen in this more abstract analysis. The long and short of it is that Maya’s film represents finding your place in the world by getting rid of things holding you back from realizing yourself. By looking at the parallels between Maya’s symbolism and various theoretical understandings of being and desire, we are able to flesh out the implications and intricacies of this transformation within this film and within the same processes of self-realization in our own life. 

 

Kids These Days by Rafael Bonilha Van’t Hof

The year is 2050 – you are in an internet cafe for the free wifi. In the corner of the room 2 young’uns are talking very loudly with the “vocabulary” of the times. After trying to ignore them for an hour, you give up and start trying to understand what they are saying. After failing to understand, you write down what you think “Gamer Boy” and “Slime Lord” are saying.

Gamer Boy:  I am so tijred of dez beck marks steeling in the slot the track when I am advancing. They’re RUINING my splits!

Slime Lord: Ja, jij now dat zij heeft absolutely none to do maar be slow en lang en absolute sticks.

Gamer Boy: Speaking of sticks wer je sliming out some of ihm nick style.

Slime Lord: Né, last tijm I tryed that I got limpa and snatched by the BDF Glick

Gamer Boy: Limpa and Snatched? By BDF? Lasdt I hoor zij were planeted like Kevin.

Slime Lord: Né gozer, zij hacked the gym. I was digaital when they reverse gramed me and stood all Buzzswoled. Next thing I now I was up daar with the rest of ihm.

[Slime Lord gets on the floor and puts his arms and legs out like handles. An unseen force grabs him by the handles and proceeds to clean and snatch him before dropping him back to the ground. He bounces a couple of times before Gamer Boy picks up the conversation.]

Gamer Boy: Kick dat mouth clapping, jij just slapped bij your frame data. Je sink, and not just the ship!

Slime Lord: Weet gozer, hen I was taklin mij Jostars they loved it when I sunk ihm like je bank.

Gamer Boy: Close shop dorkcus, je Jostar heeft de mind da Viola.

Slime Lord: Yé, en zij lijkt a beetije da vod or één twee.

Gamer Boy: Jeŕe such a spondler, gozer!

Slime Lord: Jouwr an entyre spondaic Nemo.

Gamer Boy: Né, I ben asesome en dactylic.

At this point Slime lord starts expanding and compressing like a spring, a ¨boy-yo-yo-ong¨ is heard every time he touches the ground. Gamer Boy starts flapping his wings and making what you think are pterodactyl noises. He manages to leave the ground and stay off it. They do this for a good 5 minutes before Slime Lord recollects himself and turns around. Using Blue Steel, Gamer (Boy?) suddenly becomes a girl.

Slime Lord: All des tijm, mij gozer was mij jostar.

Gamer Girl?: Yé, en I am in hospise on account of je being twee dumb te be asked. Sleep on soms bricks!

Slime Lord: Itś slime, één cuidua.

Gamer (Girl?) “logs out” and Slime Lord cries so much that he deflates.

Meanwhile, after trying to comprehend the young’uns you get nothing done and take so much mental damage that you decide that the free wifi isn’t worth it and that you should just pay the $2 an hour for the wifi at home. Kids these days!

Free Time Is a Lie by Heath Thompson

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This blog was due yesterday. I had notes for a Socratic seminar also due yesterday. Guess what dear reader, NEITHER OF THEM WERE DONE.

    1. In the case of this blog: I had a whole plan for a series I wanted to start. I was filled with joy at the idea of my magnificent blog. Even Ms. Lawlor (The angel she is) asked me two days ago if I’d be okay posting on a day I didn’t see her or intern at the Writing Center; I foolishly said: “I’ll get it done!”
      • I did not get home till 8. When I did, I had 3 different juggling acts that were all separately juggling 15 different things.
      • In the case of my Socratic Seminar: I was excited to discuss this portion of the book. A Tale of Two Cities, as drawn out as it was in the beginning, Book 2 was AWESOME. Ms. Lawlor even brought it up two days ago in class that it was due at midnight the night before. This is because it wouldn’t make sense to write them after the seminar.

As you see by these two issues, I don’t have much time. Now, you’re asking yourself, “Why don’t you have enough time?” Well dear reader, I will briefly list my 3 main time-consumers as of now:

    1. ESU Shakespeare Competition: I had to memorize a monologue and sonnet written by William Shakespeare to perform yesterday. Then, by a miracle of God, I got second which means I have to prep for regionals (Which is next week). You’d think that this would be enough for an L&L grade… You’d be wrong.
      • Dreamgirls: I’m doing a musical with a whole new group of people downtown and we’re doing Dreamgirls. These people are PROFESSIONAL, which means the expectations are higher.
      • Sankofa: SO MUCH TIME. But we’re making something good 🙂

All this to say, never stretch yourself out too thin. But if you do, get better at managing your time.

My heart goes out to my fellow procrastinators and over-doers. <3

P.S. Less than 5 minutes after posting this I received an email saying that one date conflicts with another date. I wear a smile to hide my trepidation. 🙂 🙂 🙂

January 31st, 3031 by Zara Troupe

January 31, 2024

 

January, the first month of the year. The very, very long month to start what might as well be a very long year. Would you care to have the events of this prolonged month recapped? 

We came back from winter break on the 4th and no one wanted to be back I’d bet. The 10th and 11th were those days with the fights which led to the 12th being a virtual learning day. Then of course MLK day was the 15th, and the 16th was a professional day. The 17th was the snow day, and we did go back to school on the 18th only to have the 19th off for a cold day. Last week was finally a normal week, but with it being the first normal school week in 6 whole weeks, everyone was just so done with school. We are now only halfway through this week, and it’s incredibly exhausting. 

Let me tell you, this might as well be the longest month to have ever monthed. Each week could’ve been its own semester, and by that logic I would have graduated last week. I deserve to be enjoying my summer right now, celebrating the fact that I no longer have to go through months like this one ever again. But I’m still a junior at Shaker Heights High School. 

On the bright side, it is finally the end of January. I can hope that February will be shorter, but it’s a leap year so there will literally be an extra day next month. I guess we’ll see through, maybe February will feel like so much time has passed my kids will be grown up and going off to college. 

Bottom Feeders by Cami Blaszak

All I had was hiking boots and bright red Chacos. We showed up at 7 and in Spain, that’s an hour before opening.

During my sophomore year, I lived in Spain for the second semester. Towards the end of the school year, ASB, (American Schools of Barcelona) did a hiking trip for each grade to hike 1/4th of the Camino.

But who cares about the beautiful views and amazing friends I made, what I will remember forever will be the paella I had.

It was one of our last nights on the hiking trip, we stayed in Santander in hostels and we had free range of the whole city. I was completely unaware of what attire to wear to dinner that night so I wore what I had available: white socks with red Chacos, a sweatshirt, and white jean shorts. Completely too casual. But after meeting up with my friends, I realized we were all in the same boat.

The boys had a plan, the owner of the hostel recommended a restaurant that we all decided to go to. But it was 30 30-minute walk across the tracks in a quiet rundown place in the city on a rainy foggy night. We trudged through the rain and awkwardly laughed when we had to take a rickety elevator down to be able to cross the train tracks. After we passed an adult intramural soccer game (or football as they call it 😉 ), we finally made it to the hole-in-the-wall restaurant, La Gruta de Jose, that the too-friendly hostel owner recommended. but we were too early…

Finally, after waiting in the square where the restaurant resided, an old man opened the door and let us in. Luckily we had a native Spanish speaker with us because the old man only spoke it. He eagerly let us in, excited to have young people in his traditional Spanish restaurant. He brought his wife to come see all of us hungry for a meal, she laughed and smiled at us and hurried away to prepare the best meal I’ve ever eaten. We all sat at a long dining room table, a dozen of us awaiting what my friend ordered in Spanish, I had no idea what was coming. Then it started, the first course: clams. Unbelievable, one of the best crustaceans I have ever eaten. Next freshly baked bread that the old man plopped directly on the table. No need for any spreads, not even a plate. But then, and oh wow my mouth is watering just thinking about it, the paella. Perfectly seasoned, perfectly baked shrimp and jamon. The crispy rice paired with the smooth sauce. Just wow, it took me 5 months to have this good of paella.

Don’t judge a restaurant by its hole-in-the-wall appearance, it may just be one of the best meals you’ll ever eat.