It’s unfair that our generation is being called disappointed and hopeless. I like the Roaring Twenties just like anyone else. I fawn over flapper girl dresses and The Great Gatsby, but please don’t use the term “Lost Generation” on us that Gertrude Stein coined for the young men who came back from war mortified by the world’s violence. It is one thing to call a generation directionless and another to compare them to a generation who were in confusion because all their beliefs were challenged by the amount of bloodshed they saw by the time some of them were eighteen. We are fortunate that many of us won’t ever have to witness that kind of atrocity in our entire lives. Maybe we do prefer finding our own way just like the youth from ninety-six years ago. However, I am not apologizing for my generation because we like to grow into adults as opposed to flipping a switch to turn into one.
The Great Recession and the daunting professional competition have not made it easy for Millennials to make it into the work force. While still experiencing the aftermath of the recession, they are paying off student loans and trying to find ways of making money. Some are working as waiters and bartenders even though many of them have a Master’s degree of some form. Consequently, many Millennials are breaking the stigma and are living with their parents after the age of eighteen and pushing off marriage. Actress Chloe Sevigny pities our generation as she says, “I feel sorry for the kids today. It’s all too much,” but is it actually that bad? Because they push off marriage, individuals are now marrying because they actually enjoy the other person’s company rather than marrying for the purpose of just marrying. They are focusing their energy on making money, so they can get their finance in order; they are taking the time to discover themselves and learn what they want from life. Youths don’t get jobs out of nowhere and have to work harder than maybe their parents or grandparents did so they learn the power of hard work. Our generation is learning the importance and power of sweat. Having to be financially accountable, a generation of great budgeters is born. So far, I am not getting a whiff of “directionless” or “hopeless” from my generation.
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When looking back at our high-school experience, it can be easy to reflect on the big moments: your first class, your first school sporting event, your first time going off for lunch, and finally graduation. There is no debating the power that these moments carry; we will remember some of them for the rest of our lives. However, it is the small things, the memories that stick in your mind for no real reason at all, that really shape who we are. There is an understandable tendency to talk about the major milestones, but the seemingly inconsequential things we experience everyday are what define us as students and people, and no one class has provided me with more of these powerful experiences than my time spent on the Apex Legacy.
I took Intro to Communications and Mass Media during freshmen year, and it was a great experience. Outside of providing me with some of the most memorable social moments of my four years at Apex, it was invaluable in how it prepared me for journalistic writing and planning. It was completely different from the writing style I had always practiced in my English classes, and I learned a lot about writing efficiently and concisely. There was something extremely satisfying about trying something new with my writing, and I came to love the idea of journalism.
Editor-in-Chief and A&E Editor
It is a common belief that we go out of life similarly to how we entered it: wrinkly, cute, and in diapers. Well, I suppose the same can be said about high school, in the sense that we come into high school and leave it in the same way. In each case we have to stop and remind ourselves to breathe. Both times we are sad to think of the friends we are leaving behind, but we are excited for the relationships we may discover, and while we may know where we are going, we are still unsure of where our journey will truly take us and who we will meet along the way. Yet we continue onward, putting one shaky foot in front of the other.
Many people claim to not like one type of music or another just because they say it is the same thing or all that artists talks about is the same. Some others like myself just listen to the music and put that fact aside. Yes, the songs may all be “the same,” but there is always a slight difference. A person could also listen because the tune itself is catchy or sounds good with the words. They often get stuck in your head, and you end up liking the song them afterwards. Still others just listen to all the songs put out by an artist because they have learned to like them from their past songs or have a personal connection. Many people from Cleveland like MGK because he is from there, people around here like J. cole and others may feel a connection to an artist because they have the same type of life experiences or similar situations. In any type of music , those artists who are unique or stand out become most popular.
Just face it; Thanksgiving is the ugly stepchild of holidays. After Halloween, the whole nation starts the countdown to Christmas. (The Countdown to the 25 Days of Christmas on ABC Family is a perfect example of this jump between holidays; it is a countdown to the countdown to Christmas!) What happened to that idea of family coming together and just pigging out? Thanksgiving is that time to stuff your stomachs with the best fall food ever. Some people begin dieting months before every Thanksgiving in preparation for the huge feast. Unfortunately, times have changed, filling the thankful holiday with “Christmas cheer.”
Features and Web Editor
On Oct. 28 the third Republican primary debate was held at the University of Colorado Boulder in Boulder, Colorado. Just like any other debate, there were winners, and there were losers. The unique reasons why some candidates shined was what made this debate unlike many others.
Ten candidates, three moderators, and millions of people were watching. Participating in the debate were front-runners business mogul Donald Trump and former pediatric neurosurgeon Dr. Ben Carson, fellow outsider Carly Fiorina, establishment politicians Gov. Chris Christie (NJ), former Gov. Jeb Bush (FL), and Sen. Ted Cruz (TX), Gov. John Kasich (OH), as well as freshman Sen. Marco Rubio (FL), long-time conservative Gov. Mike Huckabee (AR), and former libertarian Sen. Rand Paul (KY). When it comes to moderators John Harwood, Becky Quick, and Carl Quintanilla, The New York Post may have said it best with an article titled, “There’s no debate: The CNBC Moderators were unfair.”
According to the polls following the debate, those who usually shine during debates did not perform. Trump talked much less than in past debates, and Bush, who generally performs very well in debates, was lacking. Fiorina owned the floor, amassing the longest talking time. When it finally came down to it, Sen. Rubio was the clear winner, with Sen. Cruz following closely behind. Their success can be largely attributed to them addressing and criticizing the obvious liberal bias of the moderators on stage.
On Wednesday, Oct. 29, Deputy Ben Fields threw a thirteen year-old African-American girl on the floor and across the room and put her in handcuffs at Spring Valley High School, South Carolina. The girl was disrupting the class, preventing the students to learn and the teacher to teach. She was asked several of times to stop beforehand. In South Carolina, it is unlawful to willfully or unnecessarily disrupt students and teachers. It is a misdemeanor offense that can amount up to $1,000 or ninety days in county jail. The girl now has neck and back injuries, a cast on her arm, and forehead rug burn.
Being a New York Mets fan is singlehandedly the most difficult thing I have ever done and continue to do. No, I have not had a very difficult life, residing in currently the number one place to live in America (according to Money Magazine), Apex, North Carolina. But I spent the first nine years of my life living in New York, and unfortunately I was doomed since birth. Both my mother and brother were and are a die-hard Mets fan, and I guess you can say the curse rubbed off on me, and significantly at that. I am the definition of a fanatic, (a person filled with excessive and single-minded zeal, especially for an extreme religious or political cause) and it may be fair to say the Mets are somewhat of a religious ritual of mine. I have been prone to go to superstitious lengths for my team. While my lucky socks are not going to send one soaring over the fence to win the game, who is to say the crushing 6-5 defeat was not because I forgot to wear my royal blue Mets cap (just a hypothetical, it’s always on come first pitch).