Sunday, May 15, 2011

2011


For all I know, senior year was the best
Definitely most fun compared to the rest

New heights, late nights, 
long talks, romantic walks,
notes on cars, under the stars,
flashing lights, 12 rewrites
weekends seemed to reunite

now we wait for graduation
the center of our anticipation

honestly our time flew by
so this should not just be a goodbye

From August till now, it went too fast
These last senior events will make the memories last
OED, white noise, and garage sales were a blast
SDLC, basketball, and purples day seem far past

Championships, plays, and baseball
We left mark for every class to recall

11 means so much more to me
I cant imagine what this class would be

28.5 minutes brought the glee
Jordan ingrained an instant memory
For days and weeks didn’t seem so long
When he was rapping his FFB song

I hope our class will be lifelong
We are the core- so damn strong 

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

LAST

Its weird to think the last of everything is happening so quickly. Today I watched Tony and Matt play their last baseball game at home. I already went to the last dance performance. BSC has pretty much already transitioned to next year's exec board. I've already begun working with next year's Diversity club. Today was the last Tuesday of senior classes. Today was my last AP. Today was my last standardized test...until the MCAT. Today was probably the last time Ill wear my Buckley red army shirt. It's weird to think how we have grown to be a family, Buckley our home, our comfort zone, our safe haven. Next year- ambiguity begins. Maybe its good to shock us immediately but I dont think Ill ever have the same connection as a Trojan, like I do a Griffin. Trojans dont get Outdoor Ed, Trojans dont get to walk around campus and say hi to anyone they come in contact with because they know every student/teacher/staff member by name, Trojans wont understand Jan 28, Trojans wont get the jokes about "Buckley fail vs. real Fail", Trojans wont get the familiarity that I've been privileged to be apart of for the past twelve years. Trojans wont ever get the true meaning of the Class of 2011 to me, but I know you will.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Blog #3 College Packing List

  1. Krav Maga skills
  2. Protein Bars
  3. Desire to learn
  4. First Aid Kit
  5. Vision for Med School
  6. Space saver hangers
  7. Emergen-C
  8. Shoe Rack
  9. Beef Jerky
  10. Mini-fridge
  11. A lock so my roomie doesnt steal my clothes
  12. Office Supplies
  13. Trail Mix
  14. Visibility in the classroom
  15. Success
  16. Munchies
  17. Pictures
  18. Laptop
  19. Drawers from the container store
  20. Shower flip flops

Blog #2 Senior Projects


I’m really looking forward to Senior Projects. It’s the perfect time to get some career-based experience in a medical clinic that I hope to some day work at. However, I’ve heard it’s weird when you get to sleep in and not go to school on a Wednesday morning. I'm looking forward to the presentation but wonder who I'll be paired with, but probably Molefi. I’m slightly confused on what were “graded” on and where this grade impacts us, but I’m sure that will all be clarified in the weeks to come. For now, I can wait to wake up and feel like a practicing physician at only 18!

Blog #1 (Emailed) College Poem

Football game
Victory to fame
Greek life
Less strife
Noon class
Must pass
Psycho roomate?
Exchange rate?
Cheerleading
Never speeding
No drugs
Cause were not thugs
Bad food
We are screwed
Transportation
Desperation
Education
Celebration

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

When Anorexia was trendy...


Some do Sara Lee, they do Jenny Craig. I guess they like the idea of being constantly sick, constantly tired, constantly cold and constantly hungry. I guess that they don’t mind becoming an introvert and anti-social. I guess they want to be lonesome and timid. I guess they want to obsess over every calorie they consume. I guess they don’t care that malnutrition can cause permanent organ damage, which can have severe repercussions in the future, where conditions could threaten one’s life. - I guess it doesn’t bother them that starvation can damage their brain and heart. I guess they don’t care about the risk of irregular heart rhythms and heart failure. I guess they think insipid complexion is attractive, as pale yellow skin is obviously the new sun-kissed golden tan skin. (Just ask Mary-Kate.) I guess the piercing and demeaning looks people give them, don’t bother them at all. I guess they won’t mind being defeated by their nemesis; I guess they won’t mind being dead.           
Fat: a very scary three-letter word that evokes women of their desires and discontentment of their body image. If gluttony is one of the seven deadly sins, then anorexia should be the eighth sin being the other extreme on the spectrum. Women struggle to mold themselves into an idealistic and artificial identity, as they claim to need to have the “perfect” body. Without the perfect body you cant wear this. Without the perfect body you cant wear those. Without the perfect body you cant do this. Clearly in America the obsession has become a craving. Body Fat Index. Cholesterol. Trans fat. Calories. Sugar. Total fat. Saturated fat. Sodium. Total Carbohydrates. Dietary Fiber. Sugar.
It is estimated that there are currently eight million anorexics in this country alone, primarily constituting this number are women striving for a “perfect” body, much like that of Barbie doll’s. We can't help but stare at beauty, yet we laugh at the means by which some people pursue it. We cannot accept beauty as itself. In other words, we do anything to mold us into the superficial “perfect” image we desire to be.
Unfortunately, anorexia on the West coast has become synonymous for third world country starvation.
It’s a disease, it’s a pandemic, it’s an epidemic. It’s called anorexia. In our modern Western American culture, fatness is seen as an outward sign of neglect of the body and thinness is viewed as a virtue that requires obsessive attention to self-control.  Why is it then, that in the Renaissance Era, a woman was worshiped by the curves she had, but now women are acknowledged by the number of ribs they can see?
  I can hardly bare to watch the sorry individuals who parade about feeling that they have to be skinnier than the skinniest person in Africa. These starving children in Africa simply have no choice. Across the world, there is an average span of life expectancy of 48 years with Sierra Leone having an overall life expectancy of 34 years. Eating disorders, once considered culture- bound syndromes, have emerged in cultures that did not formerly value slenderness, following introduction of western media and in the context of rapid social change and unrest.  

Now, women are rewarded for being the size of a stick by being advertised in magazines, on the internet, and on the news. Soon, the smallest size will no longer be an xs but rather an xxxxxs with xxxs waist. Why try to wait around for a Lindsay Lohan to go down to a zero-zero when one can fly 20 hours to Nairobi. Exploitation is there for the taking, but can the media be absolved from exploiting such young women? Why should we hog all the food when nobody eats it? We should send the excess provisions to those begging for the bare survivals in life. Why in America, a country that has earned its independence for 200 years, do we give up food and out of our own volition choose starvation as a lifestyle?

Regardless, I cannot help but gawk at the magazines that advertise such scrawny and waif-like women. What is the point of being anorexic? So you can be the skinnier than the skinniest model? For popularity gain? To attract a sexier man who is dating your competition: those skinny awful models? Trust me when I say that men would much rather hold their dead grandmothers bag of bones than their girlfriend who crumbles to bones as he merely pats her. Do these anorexic women desire the harsh lifestyle that anorexia necessitates? Of course, because being anorexic is cool. I guess its cool to always be sick, tired, lethargic, and cold. Being antisocial is cool.

Anorexia is the epitome of identity. As my first request I ask that the media ceases on effecting the progression of this negative feminine body image. With heightened competitions with so many trying to attract so few, women try to be thinner than their opponents and thus try to be more attractive in a society where outward appearance dictates social stature.

My panacea, which would ultimately solve all starvation problems in the entire world is that once these women can see every single ribs piercing their skin, as well as their chest cavity and knees bulging from their body, they will be satisfied. The only fat that they might have left would be ear lobe fat. As ear lobe fat would irritate them, we could hire a company that could turn their ear lobe fat into delicious, juicy steaks for these children and adults starving in Africa, the Middle East and Asia.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Asch Paradigm


What’s the deal with conformity? Everybody says its bad, but could it be good? Take WW 2 for example, conformity was expected because nonconformity was fatal. Clearly, conformity was a necessary good. For decades there was a superior notion that encouraged humans to be moralistic and righteous creatures and thus conformity provided the means to advance God's wishes. Though this belief was present in many monolithic practices, it clearly underscored the freethinker and subjected individual experiences and impulses to respect for divinity and attainment of "perfection".
So what's so bad about conformity? Why does the outcast have to always be the hero? In Brain and Behavior we studied psychologist Asch. The "Asch Paradigm" was a series of experiments that demonstrated an individual’s response to group pressure. The participants were asked to compare the lengths of 3 different lines. Expected to announce their answers aloud, the group answers a few questions correctly and then started saying incorrect answers that seemed slightly ambiguous. An example of the questions asked was which line is longer A or B? The pressure to conform, even to the wrong choice, seemed to overrule individuality. Asch, as I did, expected that most people would refuse to conform to a wrong answer, but when surrounded by others who agreed on the incorrect choice, participants too voiced the incorrect response. This discovery reveals the power that even a dissenting minority can have. When the participants were asked about their decision making process, the subjects attributed their performance to their own misjudgment or "poor eyesight".