Facebook has begun the process of deleting social pages that could influence the 2018 U.S. midterm elections.
On Thursday, Facebook had proudly announced that they had removed over 800 political pages and accounts for what they called “coordinated inauthentic behavior and spamming.”
Those people who have to deal with their pages being deleted are angry at the social media giant and say they are being “targeted for practices that are common across the entire social network,” according to the Guardian.
This is another part in the saga of determining who is a so-called political “bot” or an actual person. However, Facebook, as well as many others, did end up deleting the profiles for Alex Jones and his show Infowars because of similar activity and numerous wrongdoings.
Facebook has also released a way for its users to report inaccurate information that is designed to suppress voter turnouts. It is believed that this method was used during the 2016 US presidential elections and since then, Facebook has been working on removing these types of pages.
According to American Civil Liberties Union attorney Vera Eidelman, despite the fact that Facebook is a private entity, “they could face serious free speech consequences, especially if the social network is selectively enforcing its terms based on the content of the pages.”
Unfortunately, determining whether or not someone is a “bot” or not is a very hard task for social media companies. We may just label them as a “bot” just because we don’t like what they say. However, if social media companies are trying to take people off their site just because they do not have the “right” view, they could end up staring down at the faces of the Supreme Court Justices.
Tod and Eli didn’t talk for a while. Eli stayed inside, and Tod stayed on the balcony railing, resting his arms on it. Tod, especially, was tired of talking. The same old arguments, going around in circles. Same old Eli. And same old Tod. He ran a hand over his face, staring out at the buildings, glowing orange lights, river, stars sparkling in the water. He closed his eyes, remembering his home.
There were mountains, not like where Sunny lived, but sharp jutting ones made of black rock. Their planet was home to nearly five hundred active volcanoes. There were lava flows too, rivers of it. Deadly to a human, of course, but not to him. Since he was part of the Line of Gemini, they lived in the palace, made of gold and white stone. He remembered the giant glass doors and the covered entrance way, glowing with the heat of a thousand suns. Huge man-eating plants to his left – Tod hated those things. Eli had threatened to feed him to the plants more than a few times. Getting fed to one of those plants would be better than this current situation. Anything would be.
He nearly leaped out of his clothes when a voice said, “You’re thinking about home.”
Taking a breath, and hurrying to calm his panicking heart, Tod turned around to face Eli, barely illuminated by the stars above.
“Don’t sneak up on me like that. You should know better.”
Eli didn’t answer.
“But yeah, I’m thinking about home. It’s pretty. And not as cold.” He really hated the cold.
Eli set his jaw. “Also, our people really need your help.”
“Me? And all of a sudden you’re leaving yourself out of the equation? That’s not like you.”
Eli made an awkward sound. He wasn’t sure what to make of Tod’s sass sometimes. “No, obviously, they need me too – but…” He sighed. “We need a balance. You…you provide that.”
Tod narrowed his eyes. “I don’t trust you.” When Eli rolled his eyes, he snapped, “Can you blame me? You tried to kill me.” He remembered the cold all too well. The flickering in his body, weak and tired, about to go out. All his strength was spent creating his human form. He couldn’t be a Setareh on Earth, just a human, and that body was dying, too cold, too beat up from the fall.
He owed Sunny and her family his entire worthless life.
“Don’t think that I’m going to forget that. Don’t just act like we can go back to normal – ”
Eli shook his head. “You’re turning into a human. I cannot believe you.”
Tod clenched his fists, anger pulsing through him. He would have punched Eli’s face in if it wasn’t for his ounce of self-control. Turning into a human – did he really think that he was turning into one because he had feelings all of a sudden? What a concept. “You don’t understand me. And you’re not even trying to, because all you care about is yourself!” Tod snapped.
“And it’s the same with you,” Eli said. “You won’t even look at it from my point of view.”
“Yeah, because you’re a heartless monster. You don’t care who you end up hurting. You say you need me for a balance, whatever that means, but you would never listen to me in a million years.”
Eli shook his head. “How do you know that? You always exaggerate.”
“Whatever. It’s true,” Tod said, rolling his eyes, though he knew he was exaggerating. He just wanted to hurt Eli, to make him feel the way he had felt. It had been so hard seeing him again for the first time in five years. No, his life with Sunny wasn’t perfect. Yes, it sucked that people were coming after him on Earth, trying to remind him of his duties on his home planet. But he’d rather be on Earth than spend a day in that hell hole again. It was one battle after another, what felt like five different factions complaining and arguing. It would never change.
“Tod, I understand. You’re scared to rule after being here for so long, but I promise everything will be fine. You’ll get to see Mom and Dad again.”
“Oh goodie. I know they’ll be thrilled.”
“That’s sarcasm. They always liked you way more. I bet they didn’t shed a single tear.”
Eli swallowed; he didn’t have much of a response for that. The truth was, they hadn’t cried at all and said that it would probably be better for the Setareh anyway. “So?” he managed to say.
Tod struggled for words, a lump gathering in his throat. “So? They hate me.”
“It doesn’t matter if they cried or not. What matters is that your people need you and you’re about to turn your back on them.”
“Yeah. Just like you turned your back on me when you cut me off and threw me down here. I almost died.”
“Tod – get over it,” Eli said, throwing his hands up in the air.
“No. I owe my life to Sunny. Not you.” He gritted his teeth.
“I’m stuck on Earth if you don’t help me.” Eli grabbed Tod by the front of his shirt, pulling him closer to his face. Tod yanked away, his back banging against the railing. He ignored the pain.
“Shouldn’t have tried to kill me.” There was a bitter taste in his throat.
“Look, Sunny’s right about one thing. If people from Cassiopeia are coming after us, trying to take over – we need to stay together. We can’t fight back if we’re in an argument ourselves.”
Tod sighed in annoyance, but Eli had a point. Somehow Cassiopeia must have overheard their plans – he didn’t know how. But they had their ways up there. “Yeah. I know. We have to protect Sunny.”
Eli nodded. “For Sunny.”
There was a long pause before Eli said, “So Sunny doesn’t know you have feelings for her, right?”
Tod shook his head. “No, of course not. That would be like shooting myself in the foot. I’m sure she’d say no. And obviously, I know how you feel about the whole thing, so.” He shrugged. “It’s – ”
He didn’t have time to finish. He saw a woman from Cassiopeia out of the corner of his eye. She hovered above the railing and then smacked Tod hard across the face. Eli yelled his name but he didn’t even have time to grab his hand. The woman picked Tod up, flinging him over her shoulder. Eli grabbed onto the woman’s electric whip, hauling her towards him, even though the cord bit into his flesh, making him wince. The woman was stronger and pulled away from him, and he fell to his knees, watching her vanish. He swore loudly. No. No. This couldn’t be happening. He was so close. It seemed like Tod was maybe, just maybe, starting to become a little less stubborn – if he could have just pushed a little harder, but now –
“What’s going on?” Sunny’s voice rang through the air.
Eli looked up to meet her eyes, at a loss for words.
“Tod and I were not at an orphanage together,” Eli began. He hated that this had happened. He wished that he and Tod had been able to go alone, but the moment he’d mentioned the eclipse (the eclipse was an excuse for the record) Sunny had freaked out and begged to go with him. Shouldn’t have mentioned it at the dinner table.
“Figured that much!” Sunny was hysterical. What she had just seen defied science. And that had always been so trustworthy, up until now. Now she was scared, shaking, goosebumps popping over her skin. But I was right. Something weird was going on. Truth be told, she didn’t always rely on science, despite what her parents wished. She was still way too superstitious and her dad, who was a physicist, and her mom, a chemist, couldn’t stand that.
Tod stepped closer to her and took her hand in his. After seeing what he’d done to that woman, she was partly afraid, but he was so warm that she stayed put. He smelled burnt, a little like a s’more, but she realized that was what he always smelled like. She’d figured it was cologne.
“Tod, come on!” Eli opened the car door.
“I am not going out there.”
“Yes, you are!” Eli snapped. He grabbed Tod by the throat. “If you care about Sunny, you will.” Tod gulped, and Eli let go of him. He’d have no trouble listening now. Eli stepped out into the dark night and saw a woman hovering in the air, a halo of golden energy below her feet. A cape flowed behind her and she wore a mask with red horns and a tight fitting dark jumpsuit. Tod crept out to stand beside Eli.
Eli grabbed his hand. “Focus.”
“I don’t know if I can do this anymore.”
“Sure you can.”
The woman floated closer. “Hmm. For being twins, you sure don’t look alike.”
“Does it matter? Two heads are better than one,” Tod said.
“That was a terrible joke.” Her eyes narrowed. “Just like you.”
The night of the fire, Lawrence had been awake for roughly forty-eight hours. This was, in and of itself, not that unusual for him. It would happen every month or so, he’d get caught up in a little research tangent like that: testing and re-testing the information he’d input to make sure possible scenarios played out as close to reality as possible, running calculations, trying to figure out how the world would end.
Well, no. Maybe that description was a tad bit too apocalyptic. What he was actually doing was mapping out evacuation patterns after a major disaster, as a part of his graduate thesis.
This was a fate no less horrifying, according to Reece—one of Lawrence’s housemates. It involved two of the things Reece did his best to avoid: math and harsh realities.
He’d been even more prone to these long stretches of time without sleep as an undergrad, but he was yet to grow out of them entirely. There was simply too much work to do and not enough daylight. Months’ worth of notes spread out around him in disorganized stacks. Lawrence rubbed harshly at his eyes, as though he might wipe away the strain of staring at a screen for nearly two uninterrupted days. Just a few more months of this and he could wash his hands of it.
“You okay in there, man?” Reece said from somewhere in the background, his voice muffled by the bedroom door. He sounded concerned, but not overly so.
“Fine! Just. Working,” Lawrence replied, the interruption abruptly tore away his concentration.
There was a long pause before Reece spoke again. “All right. Well, Jana and me were going to have a movie night. If you wanted to come downstairs and hang out.” There was another long stretch of time—or perhaps it had only felt that way to Lawrence—before he heard Reece giving up and going back down the creaking wooden stairs.
To be continued.
If you watch YouTube, you may know of a YouTuber by the stage name of KSI. He made a video on Evie and his discussion with the artificial intelligence or AI on the computer.
He asked Evie about 9-11 and Evie’s response was very distasteful. If you want to watch the video, you can look it up, but Evie is not a true AI. Evie’s responses are developed by the questions and answers of the people that ask them. The developers never intended for Evie to be “racist” as KSI claimed. He was actually using the system the wrong way. It’s up to us to produce clean content on Evie so people won’t have experiences like this.
Evie is no Blue Brain Project, a project started in 2005 by Swiss scientists. The aim of the project is to simulate the human mind by using AI. Currently, the Blue Brain is at a level of a rat brain. There are plans for the Blue Brain to hit human brain levels in 2023. However, there is the risk of the AI learning its own language. Earlier this year, Facebook had to “tweak” their models after the chatbots were making a deal in their own language. This language was unknown and still is to some of the smartest people in the world. Facebook was trying to train their “dialog agents” to negotiate. Well, it looks like they found something that will be groundbreaking in the AI world.
However, where the Facebook AI is concerned, the system was never smart, and in reality, it was pretty dumb. The AI learning its own language doesn’t mean anything; it still can’t match the level of a human plus the language was like this: “iii.” Nothing important to the scientific community. The Blue Brain Project reaching the brain level of a human will be a very important accomplishment to those Swiss Scientists. By then, the advancement of the project will be over and studying gene expression will begin. Maybe someone else will use the legacy of the project to develop an AI that is smarter than humans.
Less than twenty people showed up to Paul Bennett’s funeral. Andrea had counted, twice, before her attention shifted to watching her mother. Kathrine Bennett had been on-edge since the moment that the doctor declared her husband’s time of death, stuck in full throttle as she tried to make arrangements with what little savings she had and hoped the life insurance policy would cover it later. She hadn’t slept in days. During the viewing, she’d been fluttering all around the funeral home, adjusting flower arrangements with the one arm that wasn’t stuck in a sling at her side. She sat a few feet away from Andrea at the end of the pew, eyes trained on the man in the casket rather than the one on the stage. Andrea didn’t look at the body. She couldn’t.
Pastor Marlow, the spindly little man standing at the podium, had all the stage presence of a glass of lukewarm tap water, but he was the only minister in town that would agree to be there. If he could even be called a minister. Was a minister without a congregation still a minister? Andrea wondered.
It didn’t matter, really. He was Baptist, he was ordained, and he’d agreed to be there. That had been enough for her mother. Katherine had always been willing to overlook a lot of things, when it came to men (but not denominations.)
“The lord has plans for all of us,” he stuttered, “and we don’t, uh, we don’t always understand what those plans are…” Andrea didn’t consider herself to be particularly religious, but she could appreciate a good sermon on its own merits. This was not a good sermon.
There might have been a good sermon, if Paul hadn’t put a round of buckshot into Pastor Morrison’s cocker spaniel a few years back, or broken Pastor Jacobs’ nose. But there really wasn’t much that could done for his reputation post-mortem.
A woman in a dark blue dress leaned forward in the pew behind her, clasping her shoulder in a way that was probably meant to be comforting. Andrea belatedly recognized her as someone who’d worked with Paul nearly a decade ago.
“I was so sorry to hear about your daddy, hope you’re holding up alright.”
Haven’t you heard yet? Seems like gossip spreads like disease around here, Andrea thought, giving the woman the most sincere smile-and-nod that she could muster, Paul Bennett wasn’t really my father.
Sept. 28th was National Coffee Day in the United States which meant it was the perfect day to get that cup-of-joe. However, there are health benefits that should give you more reasons to pick up that cup more often.
Besides waking you up… Coffee actually makes you smarter because of a stimulant called caffeine which most people associate with energy but actually blocks a neurotransmitter in your brain. When this happens, the other neurotransmitters like dopamine increase to make up for the lost one. This in return improves your memory, mood, awareness, energy levels, general functions and your reaction times.
Got to lose some weight… Drink some coffee. Once again the important ingredient here…is caffeine. Studies have shown that caffeine can boost your metabolism but will decrease it over time if you drink coffee constantly. Also, not everyone’s metabolism will be boosted, so base it on your dietary needs.
Happiness in a Cup-Of-Joe… Coffee can help you fight depression. A 2011 study by Harvard University found women who drank 4 or more cups of coffee a day are 20% less likely to have depression, and the drink also reduces the risk of suicide. Once again, not everyone will feel this effect and if you are battling depression, you should contact the counseling services here at Radford University.
You might live longer… By drinking coffee daily, you have a lower risk of death over an 18-24 year period. Coffee will lower your risk of heart disease, diabetes, cancer, strokes, and brain diseases like Parkinson’s and Alzheimer’s. All those diseases lowered by drinking a cup-of-joe – you might want to sign up, but wait a minute.
Coffee has been proven to do miracles for your body, but not everyone will experience the same things the subjects did. Exercising, eating a healthy diet, and drinking a cup of coffee will help you live for a long time.
I’m supposed to be doing my homework. Nothing’s easy about college, especially when you’ve loaded your schedule with sixteen credit hours, a commitment towards four organizations, have a cat to feed, all while trying to make sure familial issues do not get too out of hand. Despite the end to Daylight Saving Time and an hour more that I’ve received to wrap up my work, it’s been difficult for me to focus. The clock right now reads 4:26 p.m., and if I don’t submit my work by 11:59 PM tonight, guess who’s bringing home a big, huge F?
But it’s become increasingly difficult for me to go on with life pretending like everything’s okay, like everything’s normal.
“Normal.” Ever wondered about what normal was for you? By definition, it means “conforming to a standard.” Other phrases it can be substituted with are: the usual, the typical, the expected – which is a funny way to describe life because life’s full of interruptions, no? It’s full of twists and turns at every point, so is there really a point for sulking over the way things used to be?
Let’s pause right there today. Let’s talk about this. Let’s talk about depression and some coping skills that I’ve picked up along the way to get you by with some smiles, okay?
Rule #1: With time, everything changes.
Do you hear me? Carve this well into your heart and mind. Everything changes, for better or for worse, and time’s the best teacher of them all. You, your surroundings, your social circles, your relationships, even your dreams – they’re susceptible to change. The sooner you realize this, the quicker you move on to the next best thing in store for you.
Rule #2: Acknowledge the pain.
Some out-of-the-blue events really shook me up, disturbed me, even hurt me. It became hard to breathe at home and even harder to get out of bed. All I wanted to do was sleep, sleep, sleep. If I wasn’t sleeping, I was keeping myself distracted, buried in my studies or photography. Or food.
The first two days, I was in shock and denial. The next four days I was sad, but because I had accepted reality, I was able to be optimistic in regards to the future. More than a week has passed now and I’m doing much better. This is how it works-
You deny the existence of something that clearly exists, you’ll always find yourself at a dead end. But when you acknowledge what is for what it is, you’re able to come to terms with it and find another, if not the same, pathway.
The past becomes a lesson.
Rule #3: Make time.
This one’s super important and super tricky. People can’t seem to find time for themselves! It is so necessary to set aside time investing in your self, creating a happiness that’s independent of others.
Anytime you’re feeling down, try something new. Find a hobby. As I mentioned in a brief previous post of mine, there are those who’ll pick up a paintbrush or a brow brush when dealing with something similar. That becomes their way of coping with the negativity. In the beginning, you may fail. But with practice and patience, symbols of your resolve, your attempts will certainly lead you to success.
Rule #4: Be YOUR best
It’s not about following in someone else’s footsteps or trying to be somebody you’re not. It’s about unleashing your best version of yourself. Bruce Lee once said, “Always be yourself, express yourself, have faith in yourself, do not go out and look for a successful personality and duplicate it.”
That’s the secret to happiness: self-love.
Self-love is genuinely caring for yourself, giving back to yourself, being yourself. It’s taking a break, however that looks, from all conventional matters and putting everything on hold for some me time, time that’s a natural born right, just like life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
If you’ve experienced hitting rock-bottom at least once in your lifetime, you’re aware of the sentiments that come with it- feeling of confusion, anxiety, fear, a drop in self-esteem, and god knows what other awful thoughts.
My old history professor used to say that education is the only thing out of which you don’t want your money’s worth. He’d say this after running out of dates and facts to throw at us during the class. “I guess we can stop here, huh?” he’d say, looking at his watch, which showed five minutes left in the hour, five minutes left in class. “Yes, of course!” we would all shout and immediately start clearing our desks and stuffing textbooks into our backpacks, and then sprint towards the door.
It’s true. Nothing makes our day as college students like an email announcing that a professor is feeling ill and won’t be able to make it to teach class. Sections on the syllabus that say, “No class, professor out of town” or “attending a conference” are glimmers of hope on the horizon amid long stretches of class after class during the week. So why do college students rejoice when a class is cancelled or seem to be so prone to skip a class? As all of us very well know, college is not cheap. When you break it down, for a 15-credit semester at Radford, each class comes out to about $40 each. When’s the last time you paid $40 dollars for something and then didn’t use it or wished dearly that you wouldn’t have to use it? But that’s what students do every time they skip class.
As a self-proclaimed nerd, I rarely skip. My reason is not to get the most out of my money, but rather to get the most information I can get before an exam or a paper is due. Apparently, a lot of students seem to think they can do that on their own and skipping one or two or seven classes won’t hurt. And while skipping a class here and there might be okay, when it becomes normal to not show up to your 8 am, grades, motivation, and effort begin to suffer. Really, one of the best way to excel in college is to just go class. Half the battle is simply making it to class (taking notes helps too). I know it’s tempting to just get notes from a friend, but students will learn much more in class than from a friend in the class who most likely didn’t want to be there either. So resist the urge to sleep or skip and just go to class. It’s what we’re here for anyway, and at the very least we can get our money’s worth out of it.
Kookaburra sits in a run-down bar,
Losing track of all the drinks he’s had so far.
Laugh, Kookaburra, laugh.
Kookaburra knows he wrecked her heart.
I said I’d never come back,
Which is probably why I’m here:
Atlanta, Georgia, center stool
At a pockmarked bar the color of caramel,
Someone’s cigarette fingering my nostrils.
The glass stares back at me, empty again—
Or none-full, if you’re an optimist—
As Tom Waits groans “Hang On St. Christopher”
Through a raspy speaker in the corner
Hanging by a gnawed wire.
My skull dips for a moment,
Slipping beneath a rogue wave—
A tap on my shoulder with bass-drum kick
Constricts my heart as I turn to see
Her with another bird on her arm.
Calloused knuckles on the back of my head.
“You’re drooling on my bar, Sunshine.”
My forehead pops out of the glass,
Leaving a rose-red kiss. “Another”
Crawls out of my lips, plops onto the tile floor.
“That was number—” the room spins—
“You sure that’s a good idea?”
I laugh and choke on my spit,
Recover, look her in the eye:
“I’m not known for those.”
She frowns, fills my glass with water,
Clear, cool, calm. I swat it off the bar,
Let it bleed on the floor. “Dammit!” I cried
As she sighed and turned her glass eye on me,
The other gone to greet a newcomer.
“You know I won’t drink that,” said I to the eye,
And she filled a new glass with the darkest brew yet—
The color the bar might have been on opening day.
It sears my throat in its wake, pulls my head down to listen:
“Hang on, Saint Christopher; don’t let me go.”
Hello everyone, and welcome to an exciting new year at Radford University! I hope that you all have had a fantastic summer, and an enjoyable first couple of weeks. With classes back in session and the summer beginning to die down, I am excited to start a brand new year with Whim, and bring to the Radford community exciting new stories and works of literature.
As this is my first year as Editor-in-Chief, I look forward to growing alongside all of you. Everything that we learn, everything that we experience—it matters, and prepares us for what is to come. From stories of life on campus, to the newest technological advances, to beautiful works of art and poetry, I am excited to see all of the new material to be submitted to Whim this year, and to bring it to the Radford University community at large.
Once again, welcome to Whim, the online magazine published by Radford students, for Radford students. If you have something you wish to see on this website, do not hesitate to share—every article matters. Let’s get this great year started!
Having anxiety can be hell for the person living with it. For those who don’t have it, this article will help you understand what those who do have anxiety go through. There are a lot of ideas behind what anxiety looks like, but there are a lot of things we don’t talk about.
When many people think of anxiety, they think of nail-biting. Often in television shows, especially cartoons, nervousness is expressed through nail-biting. I’ve been a nail-biter since I can remember. However, there are other ways we cope with anxiety physically.
Trichotillomania is a disorder which causes a person with anxiety to pull out their hair. Dermatillomania is when a person with anxiety picks their skin. For the past year or so, I have picked my legs to shreds. It honestly looks like I walked into a mosquito nest. During a recent doctor’s visit, my doctor noticed my scarred legs. She said, “you definitely have anxiety. I can tell because a lot of my patients with anxiety pick their legs or arms.”
It’s an ugly truth to anxiety that we may cause physical harm to ourselves, whether we know it or not. Skin-picking and hair-pulling is dangerous because if it leaves open wounds, you risk infections such as Staph.
- Panic attacks are more than just crying
The image that often comes to mind of a panic attack is usually of that person crying hysterically. Although that may be the case, not all panic attacks are the same.
When I’m having a panic attack, it feels like my body’s on fire. I become irritable and feel this intense sense of urgency. When someone is having a panic attack, often their fight or flight mode gets switched on. For me, this is often more towards the fight side. I become extremely aggressive when I’m having a panic attack. I’ve said things I would never say to someone when I’m my “normal” self.
For others, anxiety attacks can mean extreme confusion. As their sense of urgency is heightened, collecting their thoughts and assessing a situation can become extremely difficult, if not impossible.
- Panic attacks don’t just happen in stressful situations
I’ve had panic attacks in high-stress situations such as the last few moments of crunch time during finals week. However, I’ve had even more panic attacks in situations that shouldn’t be stressful at all. For example, I had a panic attack in my sleep once. It manifested as a horrible nightmare that I was being eaten alive by insects. It felt so real, when I woke up I flailed my arms in an attempt to get the imaginary bugs off of me. I was also in a pool of sweat and tears, and I was breathing so hard I thought my heart might explode.
Even in extremely relaxed states, anxiety can attack.
4. Anxiety doesn’t discriminate
Mental illness is often thought to be more a women’s health issue. Women are more likely to seek help for anxiety, but that doesn’t mean men aren’t afflicted. Although women are more likely to be diagnosed with anxiety disorders, it doesn’t necessarily mean they are more anxious than men. Due to societal expectations of masculinity, men are less likely to seek help for mental illness. As a result, men are much more likely to commit suicide.
Anxiety doesn’t care if you’re physically fit, either. Although diet and exercise may help curb anxiety symptoms, no amount of either will cure an anxiety disorder.
Age also doesn’t seem to matter in terms of the prevalence of anxiety. Children are just as likely to suffer from anxiety, but less likely to be treated, as many times anxiety in children can be considered a “phase.” Although for many children, anxiety directed towards certain situations may just be phases, it’s important that they are monitored. Children can be prescribed medication for anxiety, but Cognitive Behavioral Therapy is also a very useful tool in allowing children to live normal and healthy childhoods.
- There isn’t a “one size fits all” treatment for anxiety
When it comes to treating anxiety, there are a million options out there. I’ve been urged to try everything from therapy to gluten-free and organic diets. The option I’ve found that works for me is medication. When I first became “public” about my anxiety, I had a lot of people messaging me recommendations for various therapists, medications, exercise programs, and so much more. Although I’ve found yoga to be a useful tool in calming my anxiety after a long week, I immediately decided to try medication. Anxiety runs in my family, and I know my mother, aunt and sister had positive experiences with medication.
Although medication works for me, I’m in no place to tell you what the “best” option is for someone seeking treatment for anxiety. Honestly, no one is in that place but your doctor. I will say, however, if you know anxiety is in your genes, talk to your family members. Chances are, they’ve found something that works for them, and because you share genes, it may work for you.
Anxiety affects 28.8% of U.S. residents over their lifetime. Although that may seem like a small number since we’re in the minority, that means we’re nowhere near alone. Anxiety can feel very isolating. Although few people experience anxiety the same way you do, there are a lot of people who know how you feel. Now more than ever there is a better understanding of the crippling forms of anxiety, and getting treatment can be scary but it’s much easier than it’s ever been.
2015 has been dubbed, “the year everyone was offended by everything.” As the year comes to a close, some groups are going out with a bang and continuing that title with their narrative of “the War on Christmas.”
Starbucks loves fall and the holidays. During the fall, everyone trips over themselves to get their paws on a Pumpkin Spice Latte. During the winter, everyone loses their mind over the delicious peppermint mocha. Every year, Starbucks gets in the holiday spirit by decorating their famous white cups with their logo in red. In the past, the red has been accompanied by traditional symbols of Christmas such as a cute penguin ice skating, snowflakes and Christmas trees. This year, however, Starbucks opted for a cozy, minimalist style of just plain red.
And so started what I will call the Starbucks Holiday Cup Fiasco of 2015.
Although my Facebook demographic consists of mostly left-wingers, there was a notable outrage over the lack of Christmas cheer appearing on Starbucks cups on November 1st. As usual, radical Christians are citing this as part of their made-up War on Christmas.
“We can’t have nice things because of the idea of a War on Christmas.”
We can’t have nice things because of the idea of a War on Christmas. As soon as Halloween was over, everyone began freaking out about Christmas. Sure, Christmas isn’t too far away and I fully encourage getting shopping done a bit early. However, we still have Thanksgiving to be excited over. Thanksgiving has become a source of controversy the past few years as Black Friday has, in the words of Jon Stewart, “eaten Christmas.”
Black Friday, in the past, has started the morning after Thanksgiving. In recent years, it’s started as early as Thanksgiving morning.
Nice things are also hard to come by because people, specifically radical Christians, take any respect for other religions as disrespect for their own. Starbucks hasn’t even made any public announcement stating that they have traded their usual holiday cups for warm red ones in order to be “politically correct.” Besides the obvious Christmas symbols being absent, red itself is still a Christmas color. However, radical Christians are always on the lookout for signs that the world doesn’t love Jesus and that there’s a war on not only Christmas but Christianity.
I find it ironic that many times, these Christians who are getting up-in-arms over a paper coffee cup, are the same people who laugh in the face of other groups when they have blatantly been discriminated against. Some of these same Christians who think Starbucks has an anti-Christian agenda are the same people who support a historically racist symbol.
Overall the idea of a War on Christmas is what’s really ruining the idea of Christmas for me. Because people take a silly holiday so seriously, it’s made me take it less seriously. If we could all just get along, stop reading into everything and taking it as a personal attack then maybe–just maybe–we could have nice things.
Most people probably think having a planner is useless. Something that is a waste of money and only grade school kids would need. We have phones and notebooks; why not just use those instead of a whole separate thing to keep track of? Let me tell you why a planner is something you should invest in.
I never really used a planner until last year. I would always buy one but would only write big test dates in it, or never write in it, or lose it. Yes, sad to admit, I was a planner neglecter. I’ve never been the most organized but not messy and chaotic either. I got my stuff done and missed a few deadlines here and there, nothing serious or detrimental to my grades.
When I was shopping for my back to school supplies, yes even college kids need to go back to school shopping, of course I grabbed a planner instinctively. What I didn’t know was that this year my planner would be my savior. After my freshman year, I started to get into my classes I had to complete for my major. I was swimming in deadlines, test dates, and drop box submissions. Early that semester I knew my year was about to be hectic and disorganized like I have never experienced before. I decided to whip out my planner and put it to use, at least for the first week or so until I get used to my new and busy schedule.
It’s been over a year and I still have my planner. Except now it is covered in hundreds of different colored inks and scribbles all throughout the pages. I have used my planner every day I have had school for over a year. If I didn’t have my planner I would be lost and have no idea when certain assignments are due or when I have that next big test coming up. I am thankful I became a planner lover and will never go another day of college without one.
On Tuesday and Wednesday of last week, it was hard to miss the crowd collecting on Heth Lawn. A group of religious protesters, exercising their right of freedom of speech, gathered on Radford campus, to preach their views. While they had every right to do so, it still struck chords with the students who witnessed it, seeing as the group was preaching views that spurned homosexuality and other life choices, and spouted some sexist, and disrespectful comments to the students who came to investigate the scene. A very similar group visited campus in the spring and many students were displeased then as well.
But thankfully, from the chaos, came peace.
Spencer Bennington, an adjunct professor in the English department decided to take all the hate from the religious group, and redirect it. On Thursday, when the group was supposed to come back, he organized a peaceful protest to counteract them, called #RUKicksHate. While unfortunately the religious group lead by a man named Brother Roy did not return that Thursday, Bennington and his band of followers continued on.
Bennington, the self-proclaimed ringleader of #RUKicksHate talked about what brought on this event. “Being an English teacher I am all for freedom of speech. That being said, there are plenty of speakers that come here on campus that exercise their right to an extent that does hurt people and sort of exacerbates hatred and bigotry. And so I thought the best way to combat that would be to sort of have a counter protest behind Brother Roy, where we just throw a party and we’re not centered on hatred, but rather love.”
At their event, they had free “Love Juice” (don’t worry guys, it was just Kool-Aid and Sprite), and a “Big ol’ Bucket of Kindness” for students to drop positive comments into. The main event however, was for students to write a word representing a negative aspect they hated (ex. racism, bigotry, repression, sexism, etc) on a wooden board, and then kick or punch that board in half. The event was very popular, with many students stopping by and participating in the events.
Bennington explained what he hoped to accomplish with his protest. “Everything about this demonstration was to break through barriers—hence the boards—to literally kick through bigotry, knock down hatred…and [it’s] just meant to be a good time. [Brother Roy] is going to draw a large crowd, and ideally they would see us and decide to have fun with us instead of getting angry listening to whatever he says.” Bennington’s final comment on behalf of #RUKicksHate was to “kick bigotry in the balls!”
Rock on #RUKicksHate. Rock on.
To see more pictures of the event, visit the #RUKicksHate Facebook event page.
In such a fake world where everyone pretends to be something they’re not, it’s getting increasingly harder to be yourself. We often idolize celebrities, wish we had their lives and even copy things they do in the hope that we will be respected or idolized as they are. I’m here to tell you, though, that trying to be like someone else is completely overrated.
When you are 100% your authentic self, you’ll find that you attract better company and often have experiences and opportunities that you’ll appreciate. Trying to be someone you’re not will often put you in situations that you don’t actually enjoy, but you feel the need to pretend you enjoy. You’ll also find yourself surrounded by people you don’t particularly like, because you’re attracting people who don’t know your real interests.
When I was in high school, being myself was never safe. I’m very weird and awkward,and I was desperate to fit in somewhere, so I tried to fit in with people who I could simply tolerate. I didn’t agree with a lot of things these girls said or did– but I felt like I needed friends, so I faked it. When I got to college, those who once judged me were no longer there. I had a clean slate for the first time in my life. No one knew me, and there were so many people compared to my high school of 500. Because I was able to express myself more freely, I started making some of the best friends I’ve ever had. I’ve connected with people on levels I never thought were possible.
Being yourself isn’t always easy. We live in a society that is obsessed with what celebrities are wearing or doing, and often we try to copy those things, no matter the consequences. An awful example of this is the thousands of kids who have attempted the “Kylie Jenner Lip Challenge.” However, taking a leap of faith and immersing yourself in things that you actually enjoy will lead you to living a happier, healthier life. Being yourself will only allow you to feel comfortable and free, so why not give it a shot? In the wise words of Dr. Seuss, “those who matter don’t mind and those who mind don’t matter.”