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Passion arises in the strangest of circumstances. It could come as a varsity sport or an indulgent piece of cake. My junior year, I found a passion in social and political activism.
When I was a kid, I thought I could do anything my heart desired. But there came a time when that enthusiasm waned, and I became just another high school student with a jaded view on the world.
A night of elegance, memories and partying, promenade (yes that’s actually what prom stands for) is one of the most anticipated and popular events of the year. But what relationship obligations are attached?
“Would you like a kid’s menu?” It’s a question I thought I would never hear after entering high school. Every time I go to a restaurant, the servers will ask me that same exact question, and it can be quite embarrassing at times.
Our generation truly is a paradox unto itself. We have grown up with a need for speed and a greed for success; it is a time of innovation and great change, but as with every great thing, there comes a catch. In our case, the Internet Generation has a borderline obsessive attitude towards technology, along with an almost ridiculous desire for instant gratification. We seek faster processors and prompter web browsing. We grumble over millisecond lags in gaming. We are easily angered over short five minute waiting periods. We’ve got it bad, and what’s worse is that we know it, but we haven’t done anything about it.
I have spent the last 12 years of my life living as a “goody-two-shoes.” I rarely do anything considered “unproductive” after school, and I have recurring nightmares about being late for class or forgetting my work at home. A few weeks ago, I told my mom I didn’t want to go to a certain class in the morning, and she replied, “I would excuse you, but I know you’ll just end up going anyway.” Essentially, school has consumed my life continuously for far too long, and I’m sure that I’m not the only person at Gunn who feels this way. So as soon as I finished my first semester finals this year, I could hardly contain my excitement at the thought of being a—gasp—“second semester senior.”
With April Fools’ Day quickly approaching, members of The Oracle embraced their inner trickster by testing out some of their favorite pranks on fellow staffers. Take a look (and stock up on saran wrap).
On Jan. 20, I was playing goalie in a soccer match against Homestead High School. After making a diving save, I suffered a traumatic brain injury due to a kick in the face from an opposing forward. At least, that is what I’m told.
I lost all memory from the game and the previous week of school. That week was finals week, so I spent the following week getting back tests that I had no recollection of taking. People still ask me what it’s like to have lost such a large chunk of my memory, and it’s hard to describe. I didn’t feel scared or confused per se, but it felt as though I had woken up from a deep sleep and then read a book about what had happened.
Two Oracle staffers give their opinions on macho action movies and typical chick flicks.
It’s 11:59 on March 31. Whether you’re a master of pranks, a passive bystander or an unlucky victim, you know that you’re a minute away from National Have-A-Free-Pass-To-Be-Obnoxious Day, more commonly known as April Fools’ Day.