But That's What I Think

Originally posted on The Odyssey Online   There is a generation, I want to say everyone between ages 15 and 30, that grew up with 9/11. In the sense that some were living their teen years when the planes hit and others were newborns. I myself was just 1 and I don’t remember that, but by the time I was 5 I knew what had happened and was desperate to know why it had happened. I spent September 11th, 2007 reading the old newspaper clippings my parents had kept and watching the news. I wanted to know. In middle and high school, every year that 9/11 fell on a school day we would talk about it in class, how it affected us, and how we should remember that day. I’ve heard stories from so many friends and at least four teachers, but one struck me the hardest. In my school, there are quite a few young teachers below the age of thirty who were teenagers or maybe younger when the planes hit. This teacher told us that she’d been at school when the world literally stopped. Her teachers tur...

Originally posted to  The Odyssey Online I was sitting in the car with my mom and driving to a softball tournament when she told me to put my phone away and stop playing games. I had been texting my best friend and as I told her this, I realized something.  When parents yell at their kids for being on their phones all the time, most of those times kids are talking to their friends on some social media platform, and it’s like this because we don’t have time or ways to see our friends as often. As parents get more protective, more social media platforms flourish because its a way for kids to let their friends into their lives whether it be with six second videos or a photo that they took on vacation. As kids get ore separated, since they’re not with their friends, they become more addicted to social media because its a way for them to interact with their friends.  While parents think the problem is the social media, the problem is mostly the parents not allowing the...

A little bit of background: When I was in 9th grade I started to become more world concious. Things were changing globally and my trip to Europe was coming up. I was ready to make a difference in the world and the first way I knew how was to write about it, even if the only two people who were going to read what I wrote were my teacher and whoever happened to peer review it. At the time I realized how much humans manipulated planet Earth and I started to realize the toll that people took on the "natural world". This was my way of coping and my thoughts on human overpopulation, and what it does to the planet.  Overloading Planet Earth 7,248,569,832...7,248,569,833… 834… 835. ("United States Census Bureau."). That is the human population growing. In the time it took you to read those numbers around four children have been born and two people died. By the time you finish reading all of that one international immigrant moved into the US. There is a point in time...