humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Squid Game is Proof We'll Be Dealing with COVID-19 for a Very Long Time
Note: contains spoilers First of all: Squid Game is awesome. The must-see show of 2021. If you haven’t yet seen Squid Game, I highly suggest you hop over to Netflix right now, get caught up, and then come back to this post.
By Shamona Pretz4 years ago in Humans
Hats
The many hats we wear identify us, "Label" us and define our days in this life we live. At one time or another, you have probably worn more than one hat. Perhaps you found yourselves juggling multiple hats, switching them out as the day went by. If that hat suited you, you tried it on and went forward through your day, doing the best you could to wear the hat you needed at the moment. Did it fit you? Did you wear it well?
By Jason Ray Morton 4 years ago in Humans
Difference between a Smart City and Ordinary City
Difference between a Smart City and an Ordinary Society: While an ordinary society might be providing facilities at its best, a smart city provides facilities that are technologically improvised. A normal society offers regular features and amenities that are more than sufficient to lead a good life, while a smart city offers smart features along with basic features to improve the quality of life to its fullest.
By saad tariq4 years ago in Humans
A Young Black Mind: The Girl Who Stands Out
This is my story. This is something that I have been looking forward to my whole life. I have always been afraid to speak my peace and express myself. But now, I am ready to burst out of that shell. Although, before we began the journey. Let us start from the beginning and what made me, me.
By Lesi Tesfaye4 years ago in Humans
Halloween? Barf up Jelly Beans!
There are a few rumors and doubts about me floating around from my childhood. Did he really draw boobs on the blackboard? Did he really put chocolate chip cookies on bread and make a cookie sandwich? Did he really cause a paper fight in class, when there was a substitute teacher present, and made her cry? Did he really bet a kid he wouldn’t pee on the bathroom boiler heater, which caused the entire left wing of the middle school to be evacuated? Did he really barf in a bowl of jelly beans at a school Halloween party? In all honesty, some I can’t remember, but there is one that does stick out in my mind. You see, in our house, we always ate regular food. Nothing fancy, unless it was a birthday, pay-day, holiday or something to celebrate. I loved sweets, but my mom always monitored the amount I could eat. I always wanted more, but when she said enough, she meant it. I always hated that, but one day, in cold October, I had a plan. I would hardly eat nothing for breakfast or lunch that day because I knew the first grade Halloween party was coming up in last period. We could sit in homeroom and eat candy. I loved jelly beans and I know they loved me back because I could hear them calling to me from way down the hall. Oh how I was so excited to walk into my homeroom and see a big bowl of them starring me right in the face. I ignored the other cookies and candies. I wanted jelly beans. We all sat quietly for a spell. “Ok class, you may get some goodies to take back to your seat.” Ms. Bondry, our first grade teacher, said wearily, with her head buried deep in a book. I jumped up and push the weaker kids aside. There was always that one big kid who led the way. I got to the jelly bean bowl and filled my mouth and pockets so quickly, Ms. Bondry didn’t even notice me. Oh glorious day! I went back to my seat and finished the rest of them off, in less then a minute, because I didn’t want the bowl to go empty. I slithered back over to the bowl, as Ms. Bondry’s head was still buried in that book. Must have been a good book because she did not notice me going over to the bowl about nine or ten more times. With no voice saying, “Bobby, that enough”, like at home, I went back one more time to top my stomach off. All of a sudden, I hard a rumbling sound and felt my stomach jerk. I reached the bowl and placed another handful in my mouth. I swallowed. What I thought was just going to be a routine burp turned out to be something much worse. I projectile vomited directly into the bowl of jelly beans. The other kids jumped up from their seats. Some were laughing. Some were ewwwing and some were just plan disgusted. Ms. Bondry jumped from her chair yelling my name. “Bobby!” I fell to the floor holding my stomach and moaning, “Kill me…Somebody kill me!” The pain was excruciating. I started expelling gas loudly. Ms. Bondry dragged me to the in-class bathroom were I expelled every jelly bean, I have ever eaten in my entire young life, that day. From that point on, before every school party, the phrase “Is Bobby going to be there?” was repeated. I felt so low, but it definitely taught me a lesson…Mother is always right.
By Robby Robb Lewis4 years ago in Humans
Stateless
Let's start from the very beginning. I was born aboard an American-run, Maltese-registered ship in Danish waters to New Zealand parents in 1990. My first decade was spent aboard that ship. Every three or four weeks the ship would leave port and set sail for a new country, so I spent my early years sailing the world - mainly in South, West and North Africa. My earliest memories are of riding a bike in Denmark and playing soccer (and losing miserably) in an African orphanage, though I can't remember exactly which country it was.
By Josh McCluskey4 years ago in Humans
The Old Place
Part I The plane landed and he bounced in his seat as he felt the wheels touch the runway. He was glad that he was next to a window and could see where they were after such a long flight. His mother told him that they would stop in Miami before they reached the island, but that was only for a few hours. The pilot announced the time of arrival and the temperature as the plane came to a stop. His ears still bothered him and he did not like the gum his mother gave him. It didn't help unblock his ears, but he was glad to have something besides the food on the plane.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Humans
Cafeteria Courage
When I was eight, perhaps nine years old in Elementary School, I begged my parents for lunch money. I had been making my own lunch for two years then, and it always left me dissatisfied, and more importantly, made me look poor. I bought my lunches from then on, 4th grade then—it was 4th grade.
By Vivian Clarke4 years ago in Humans
Renaissance Festival War Stories Aug 28/29, 2021
Weekend 2 Aug 28/29, 2021 At the end of the day Saturday, I found the young gentleman artist who drew the riddlers last week. Turns out, he's apprenticing with another artist at fest. He says she captures the soul like no one else and he's hoping to learn how to do what she does as well. I tell him that what he did and showed us last week was so special and touching to me and gave him a four-leafed clover. It was an honor to be his subject. He said we are a great group to use to learn from because we are both animated on stage, and we don't move from our spots much, so we work well as drawing subjects. Kicking myself for not getting his name. Now that I know where to find him, I certainly will next week.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her4 years ago in Humans
