Most people, if not everyone, recognize the Berenstein Bears as a large part of their upbringing, whether it was reading the series of stories or watching them come to life on television. The famous characters are known largely for the life lessons and values that were taught to young children as they were just starting to learn how to read. Recently, these beloved characters became a huge part of an ongoing conspiracy theory that many generations are having a difficult time wrapping their minds around.
The annual Teen Choice Awards aired this past Sunday on Fox, and just like every year prior, this year’s installment saw some new categories and new faces. With the constant surges of new talent that emerge every year, what else is there to expect? I will admit that when I scanned over the categories and the subsequent nominees, I furrowed my eyebrows at the names that I wasn’t familiar with. But just because I didn’t know who some (or most) of these people are, that shouldn’t take away from the fact that these people were obviously talented enough to be nominated for that coveted surfboard. The day after the TCA’s aired, E! News published this article highlighting (or shading) this year’s TCA nominees, and the internet was having none of it.
We’ve all heard our parents talk fondly about the “good ol’ days,” where summers consisted of playing outside til dinnertime and evenings were spent pouring through the pages of a good book instead of scrolling through the pages of Tumblr. Pretty soon, my generation, the millennial generation, will be telling these stories to future generations, but with a heavier level of nostalgia. I notice that when it comes to growing up, millennials are more resistant to the idea of becoming “adults,” and we often recoil into the comfort of memories from the 1980’s or 1990’s – our “good ol’ days.” But why is it that the millennial generation seems to be the only generation to be overly nostalgic?
Several months ago, Caitlyn Jenner came out as transgender, and revealed that she will go forward with a gender reassignment procedure. A few weeks ago, Hillary Clinton announced her candidacy for presidency and last week, Donald Trump announced his. Yesterday, the Supreme Court has officially legalized same-sex marriage in all 50 states of our country. With all of these monumental events taking place, so much support has emerged from the internet across every social media platform. However, along with all of that support came negativity, criticism, and hate. I hardly ever post anything about my own opinions, but I feel like I need to say something this time.
Prom has been a long-running tradition in high schools across the country (possibly across the globe also. I didn’t do my research). Going to prom almost serves as a rite of passage, being one of those final events of your high school career that you have to look forward to as you work your way through those four pivotal years. Prior to a few months ago, the simple task of going to prom – not necessarily with a date – was enough of a milestone to reach for most high school juniors and seniors (to those handful of fortunate sophomores who get the chance to go to prom, kudos to you). Nowadays, it seems as though going to prom isn’t good enough – the elaborate way of being asked to prom has become extremely important to these priority-less teenagers. But where did this sudden obsession come from, and why is it such a big deal?
Prior to graduating from high school, you tend to see the same people everyday, and have been for the past four or so years. There may be some cases where you and a select few peers followed each other from school to school as you transitioned from elementary to secondary school. My point being, you basically were surrounded by the same types of people year after year. Once you get to college, though, you reach a whole new demographic of people, being exposed to different characters on almost a daily basis. I’ve scoured the many lengthy lists that describe just about every type of person you encounter during your four or so years in college. Here, I’ve narrowed it down to five different characters that I myself have encountered over the past four years.
Way too often over the course of my eighteen or so months working as a customer service employee, I have been greeted with a fair amount of rolling eyes, exasperated sighs, and overall snarky attitudes. In the beginning, I used to take these things to heart. After almost every shift, I would question my demeanor, my work ethic, and how I’m projecting myself to the public. It’s a bit unfortunate for me to say that after awhile, I grew numb to all of the attitude and unpleasant comments muttered under breath. As someone who has been stuck behind a counter, forced to bite my tongue with a fake smile plastered on my face, the number one thing I’ve learned about the general public is that many people have such a strong sense of entitlement, and think they can treat those on the opposite side of the table however they would like. But I’ve also learned a great deal of patience and understanding, and feel an even greater amount of sympathy for those who have to deal with such people – when you’re being yelled at on pretty much a daily basis over the phone, in person, or through email, how can you not? Here are a few things to keep in mind every time you are in a customer service setting.
It’s definitely no secret that I’m Filipino. I mean, it’s not like I go out onto the streets and make giant “Look at me, I’m Filipino!” proclamations when I get the chance – upon first glance, people can usually tell what my ethnicity is. That being said, it’s not normally something I think about until one of the following things happen: 1. Someone asks what ethnicity I am “just to make sure” or 2. I do something that is just absolutely, undeniably Filipino. It is during those times that I start to realize that different practices and cultural customs I was raised on find ways to filter themselves into my everyday living. Make no mistake, I am by no means ashamed of any of it – it amuses me more than anything, especially when I hear one or both of my parents’ voices in my head when it does happen. Here are a few examples that have happened to me recently that made me realize, “Wow, I’m definitely Filipino.”
On March 25, 2015, catastrophe struck many lives around the world – tears were shed, hearts were broken, riots broke out (I’m assuming). Media outlets around the world reported one of the most devastating news stories that society has ever been informed – the departure of beloved Zayn Malik from One Direction.
If you’re reading this right now, chances are that you, much like myself, should be preparing for your impending doom, otherwise known as finals week. You’ve spent the last 10 (or 16 for you semester folks) weeks going to class (probably), taking diligent notes during lectures (or doodling), and completing hours upon hours (and hours) of projects and homework assignments, that would all lead up to this point of the quarter (semester) – finals week. This last week of instruction was the calm before the storm, finishing up projects, completing final homework assignments, etc. Despite the fact that you have encountered this fateful week many times before, for some reason its reappearance comes unexpectedly by the time it does come around. Because of that, you find yourself ripping your hair out, stress eating, cramming as much information into your brain as possible. If not, congratulations – you’re in denial. But before you go on that stress-induced rampage, here are a few tips to keep from doing so (or at least postpone it).