Contents 4 .................................................................... Introduction 5 ...................... Professional and Technical Writing
6 ........................ Animal Wellness Magazine Article
8 ............................................................. Research Poster
10 ........................................... Email Setup Instructions
12 .............................. West Virginia Fishbusters Logo 13 .................... Communications Department Flyer 14 ............................................................ Creative Writing
15 ............................................................. Winter Morning
16 .................................................................................... Lilies
22 ................................................ A Hundred Miles Away 26 ............................. The Horrible Thing in the Study
34 ........................................................................ Journalism
35 ............................................................. Flor-Ala Articles
Introduction The human brain contains billions of neurons. Alone, a neuron is nothing more than a simple electrical switch, but each one has connections. Like the roots and branches of a tree, they reach out to other neurons, sending and receiving signals. These billions of tiny connections are what make us who we are. They give us our personalities, our emotions, and our imaginations.
As a child, I had what some might call an overactive imagination. Whenever things got tedious or dull, I would tune out the world around me and escape into my daydream world. It was like flipping a switch and tuning my brain to a different channel. In my mind, I created tales of fantasy, action, and adventure, with characters who travelled to amazing places doing incredible things. As I grew older, I began searching for a way to connect my fantasy world with the real world. I discovered that I could do that by putting these stories on paper. At first, I wrote just because I found it enjoyable, but I eventually learned how valuable writing skills are in life. I decided that I wanted to make a career for myself as a writer, and through the Professional Writing Program at the University of North Alabama, I began making that dream into a reality.
During my time at UNA, I have learned from experts in the fields of creative writing, technical writing, and journalism. I have developed friendships with other people who love to write. Most importantly, I have learned how to adapt my writing to a variety of different tasks and audiences. This versatility is what I consider my greatest strength as a writer. Whether I am writing creative works, technical documents, or news articles, I feel confident in my work, because I understand the theories behind these forms of writing and have practical experience using them. However, it must be said that written works do not always fall into a single category. Writing fiction often requires research, and technical works often incorporate creative elements. This is what I want to highlight with my portfolio: the different writing forms I work with and the ways in which I integrate them.
Professional and Technical Writing Animal Wellness Magazine
Included here are some of the professional and technical works I produced during my time at UNA. The piece I am most proud of is an article I submitted for publication as part of my 341 Advanced Composition class. I decided to write a piece about how my cats learned to get along. I submitted it to Animal Wellness magazine for consideration, and it was published in December 2013.
As part of EN 445 New Media Writing, I created a poster for a research project. The poster was voted as one of the best in the class by my peers and was displayed at UNAâ€™s graduate English conference.
For EN 300 Technical Writing, I created instructions for connecting an email account to a smart phone. My peers and I also designed a website for West Virginia Fishbusters, a business that offers guided fishing trips on the Potomac River. Among other things, I used my graphic design skills to create a high-resolution version of the companyâ€™s logo. Finally, for COM 410 Layout and Design, I created a flyer for an event at the communications department.
Examining the Effects of Pet Attachment on Anxiety Conley, B., Frandsen, T., Cravens, J., & Carrasco, G. Pet Attachment Intimacy Relationship Maintenance
Purpose It is widely believed that pets can beneIit psychological health in many ways, such as by reducing anxiety. This study sought to examine the relationship between pet ownership and anxiety, as well as the effects of pet attachment on anxiety. It was found that anxiety levels did not differ between pet owners and non-‐pet owners. However, among those who owned pets, there was a moderate correlation between scores on the pet intimacy scale and the anxiety scale.
Introduction Researchers have examined the effects of pet ownership on symptoms of psychological distress such as depression and loneliness (Gilbey et al., 2007, Antonacopoulos & Pychyl, 2010). However, the research has produced conIlicting results (Herzog, 2011) and few studies have focused on the effects of pet ownership on anxiety. One study found that the acquisition of a companion animal had no impact on loneliness (Gilbey, McNicholas, & Collis, 2007). Additional research suggests that the beneIits of pets are generated by emotional bonding rather than mere ownership. Several studies have assessed this bond by measuring pet attachment (Peacock, Chur-‐Hansen, & WineIield, 2012). Pet attachment is often deIined as the emotional bond between a pet and its owner (Crawford, Worsham, & Swinehart, 2006). A study at the University of Adelaide found that individuals who had strong emotional bonds with their pets were actually more vulnerable to psychological distress than those who were not (Peacock, Chur-‐Hansen, & WineIield, 2012). However, the relationship between pet attachment and psychological health may not be linear. A study at Eastern Washington University found that subjects who reported moderate pet attachment displayed fewer negative emotions than those who reported very low or very high levels of pet attachment (El-‐Alayli et al, 2006). A study conducted at Carleton University, found that human social support and pet attachment had interactive effects on loneliness and depression within certain groups of subjects (Antonacopoulos, & Pychyl, 2010). This indicates that the relationship between pet attachment and psychological health is complex and inIluenced by other factors.
• Antonacopo living alone • Crawford, E • El-‐Alayli, A. Enhanceme • Gilbey, A., M • Herzog, H. ( • Holcomb, R • Legrand, L. • Peacock, J.,
Comparing Pet Owners and Non-Pet Owners
• 23 students from UNA • 5 males and 18 females
Demographics Questions • Age and gender • Type of pet owned IPIP Anxiety Scale • 4-‐point scale • 10 items
Mean Anxiety Score
Pet Attachment and Anxiety Among Pet Owners
CENSHARE Pet Attachment Survey • 4-‐point scale • 16 Items for RelaFonship Maintenance • 11 items for InFmacy
Type Pearson InFmacy Scale Sig. (2-‐tailed) N Pearson RelaFonship Maintenance Sig. (2-‐tailed) Scale N
Anxiety .540 .025 17 .323 .207 17
Results The results indicate that anxiety levels do not differ between pet owners and non-‐pet owners. However, among pet owners, there seems to be a moderate positive correlation between pet intimacy and anxiety levels. Further research is needed to determine the causal nature of this relationship.
oulos, N., & Pychyl, T. A. (2010). An examination of the potential role of pet ownership, human social support and pet attachment in the psychological health of individuals e. Anthrozoös, 23(1), 37-‐54. E. K., Worsham, N. L., & Swinehart, E. R. (2006). BeneIits derived from companion animals, and the use of the term 'attachment.'. Anthrozoös, 19(2), 98-‐112. ., Lystad, A. L., Webb, S. R., Hollingsworth, S. L., & Ciolli, J. L. (2006). Reigning Cats and Dogs: A Pet-‐Enhancement Bias and Its Link to Pet Attachment, Pet-‐Self Similarity, Self-‐ ent, and Well-‐Being. Basic And Applied Social Psychology, 28(2), 131-‐143. McNicholas, J., & Collis, G. M. (2007). A longitudinal test of the belief that companion animal ownership can help reduce loneliness. Anthrozoös, 20(4), 345-‐353. (2011). The impact of pets on human health and psychological well-‐being: Fact, Iiction, or hypothesis? Current Directions In Psychological Science, 20(4), 236-‐239. Ralph; Williams, R Craig; & Richards, P. Scott. (1985) The elements of attachment: Relationship maintenance and intimacy. Journal of the Delta Society, 2(1), 28-‐34. . N., McGue, M., & Iacono, W. G. (1999). A twin study of state and trait anxiety in childhood and adolescence. Journal Of Child Psychology And Psychiatry, 40(6), 953-‐958. Chur-‐Hansen, A., & WineIield, H. (2012). Mental health implications of human attachment to companion animals. Journal Of Clinical Psychology, 68(3), 292-‐303.
How to Connect Your UNA Email Account to Your iPhone This tutorial will show you how to connect a UNA email account to an iPhone. This will allow you to get UNA information and emails from professors quickly and easily.
You Will Need: An iPhone An internet connection A UNA email account
Step 1: Add a New Account Tap the Settings icon.
Tap the “Mail, Contacts, Calendars” button.
Tap the “Add Account” button.
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Step 2: Specify your Account Type Select the “Other” option, and tap “Add Mail Account.”
Tap “Add Mail Account.”
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The UNA Department of Communications presents...
First Ammendment Awareness The Importance of The First Amendment, Freedom of Speech and Civility
the Local Newspaper
Dr. Jim Martin Dr. Gregory Pitts
Tuesday Nov. 5
Thursday Nov. 7
Lectures will be held in Room 131 of the Communications Building. A reception in Room 115 will follow each presentation. Sponsored by the UNA Department of Communications with support from the Office of Student Engagement, the Office of the Dean of Arts and Sciences, and a Liberty Tree Initiative grant. Additional support from the First Amendment Center, the Newseum, the McCormick Foundation, the John S. and James L. Knight Foundation and the American Society of News Editors. For more information, visit www.1forall.us
Creative Writing Lights and Shadows
Writing stories was what led me to discover my talent for working with words, but becoming an effective writer requires more than just a creative spark. It requires guidance, advice, and practice. My creative writing classes provided all of these. I learned the principles and techniques that creative writers use, and recieved input from my peers in workshop sessions.
As part of EN 355 Genres in Creative Writing, I was required to submit some of my written works to Lights and Shadows, UNAâ€™s award-winning art and literary magazine. I was thrilled when Winter Morning, A Hundred Miles Away, and Lilies were all chosen for publication. I was particularly excited that Lilies was selected, since Lights and Shadows rarely publishes plays.
I have also included in this section The Horrible Thing in the Study, a short story I wrote for EN 455 Advanced Creative Writing Fiction. It draws inspiration from the works of Edgar Allen Poe and Steven King, and it received a great deal of praise from professors and students who read it. I later turned the story into a braided piece for EN 489 Portfolio Workshop. To do this, I incorporated facts about fear and superstitions from National Geographic articles and psychology journals.
Winter Morning With a groan, the door lets in the cool and soggy morning air. I look upon a sleeping world. The cloudy sky stands grey and bare. The cool and soggy morning air pressing up against my face. The cloudy sky stands gray and bare, blanketing this drowsy world. Pressing up against my face, fog comes creeping, rolling by, blanketing this drowsy world. The morning dew begins to dry.
Fog comes creeping, rolling by the barren ash trees standing guard. The morning dew begins to dry. No birds are singing in my yard.
The barren ash trees standing guard. No lights are burning in my home. No birds are singing in my yard, and I am utterly alone. No lights are burning in my home. The world around is still asleep and I am utterly alone, but this is something I can keep. The world around is still asleep and does not stir to welcome me, but this is something I can keep a moment of tranquility.
Setting: A hospital waiting room with a row of chairs and a table. JOHN is pacing back and forth, looking nervous. Enter LISA, carrying a vase of white lilies. JOHN does not see her. She sits down and sets the vase of flowers on the table. JOHN: (Looks at his watch) 3:00 am. Two whole hours! For heaven’s sake! What are they doing in there? (Notices her) Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t think anyone else was here. LISA: That’s all right.
JOHN: I really must stop talking to myself. People will think I’m losing it! LISA: Everyone does that now and then.
JOHN: (Nods and takes a seat one chair away from LISA.) I guess it’s my way of making sure I’m still here. The silence gets to me after a while – you know? This place is always a madhouse during the day, but right now it’s as quiet as a morgue. LISA: (Looking down.) Mmhmm.
JOHN: I’ve always hated sitting in waiting rooms. It’s like being in purgatory. You have nowhere else to go, and nothing to do but wait. Part of your existence is over, and the next part hasn’t started yet. You’re floating around in a ravine between realities. Just waiting. (LISA shifts back and forth, looking rather uncomfortable.)
JOHN: Oh where are my manners! I’m John. (Offers his hand) LISA: (Shakes his hand.) Lisa.
JOHN: So, is someone you know having a baby? LISA: No. I’m here for my father.
JOHN: (Confused) Your… father?
LISA: He’s up on the second floor.
JOHN: Oh. Well… what are you doing down here in the maternity ward? LISA: I… needed to stretch my legs.
JOHN: (Nods) My wife’s having a little girl. It’s our first. Of course, I guess that’s pretty obvious. I must be acting like the typical first-time dad. It’s just starting to sink in. (LISA nods.)
JOHN: Maggie already acts like a mom. She reads aloud every night – they say a baby learns it’s mother’s voice while it’s in the womb. That’s all Maggie’s ever wanted to be - a mom. She went into labor two weeks early. The doctor said its nothing to worry about, but…
LISA: That made you worry even more.
JOHN: Exactly! They always do that – doctors I mean. They have that look on their face. I feel like they know something and they’re not telling me.
LISA: (Scoffs) I don’t feel that way at all. It seems to me they’re just as clueless as I am. This thing my dad has - it’s a rare type of cancer. They said it might be genetic, but it might not. They don’t really know what causes or how to treat it. All they know is that it’s killing him. I always thought doctors were the ones who had answers, but even with all their fancy medical degrees and Latin words and magic machines, they can’t do a damn thing to help him. (Long pause.) JOHN: Listen, what I said before about morgues and purgatory… I didn’t know.
LISA: (Coldly) Yeah, well, now you do. When they diagnosed him a few months ago, he asked me not to tell anyone. I suppose he didn’t want people feeling sorry for him and offering to mow his lawn and bringing him gifts and praying for him. Then last week, he started to decline and they admitted him. Of course, I had to tell everyone then. All week long, people have been bringing things – cards, sandwiches, and casseroles - I have more casseroles than I know what to do with! Then this morning my brainless aunt brought these stupid flowers. As soon as she left, dad told me to get rid of them. He said flowers are for funerals, and that he isn’t dead yet. I suppose he didn’t want to watch them die while he was dying.
JOHN: Well, I think it’s a beautiful bouquet. Lilium candidum. They’re native to the Balkans. LISA: (Skeptical) How do you know all that? JOHN: I’m a florist.
LISA: (Detached) Really…
JOHN: I guess that’s why it’s easy for me to talk about death – I’m around it all the time. Sometimes I do six or seven funerals a week. I guess I’ve become desensitized to it. All week long, I’m ordering and arranging flowers for grieving loved ones. LISA: (Shaking her head) Why people do that anyway? JOHN: Why do we do what?
LISA: Why do they bring flowers to people who are dying? It’s like rubbing salt in their wounds! They’re dying and the flowers are dying. It makes them feel even worse.
JOHN: Well maybe death seems a little less harsh if you can die surrounded by something beautiful. Even Neanderthals put flowers on the graves of their relatives, you know. LISA: (Skeptical) And just how do you know that?
JOHN: They found pollen in the soil above the graves. Even before we discovered fire,
we were picking flowers for our dead. I like to think that I’m carrying on that tradition, bringing flowers to families when they need them the most. LISA: It sounds like a depressing job.
JOHN: It is at times, but you’d be surprised how many people laugh at funerals. (LISA looks at him incredulously.)
JOHN: They really do! They joke around and talk about the fun things they did with the one who’s gone, because that’s what they remember. The unpleasant memories fade with time. The happy memories are the ones that stay with us. LISA: Well that’s not how it is for me. (Pause.)
JOHN: Besides, I don’t just do funerals. There are the bridal showers and the weddings, and the proms… (Enter DOCTOR, unseen.)
JOHN: You should see what I have planned for my wife’s baby shower. I’m pulling out all the stops! I’m talking big clusters of orchids and lilacs and carnations and lilies! Maggie’s going to love it! DOCTOR: Mr. Langley.
JOHN: (Turns, then approaches him.) Well? DOCTOR: I’ve got something to tell you. JOHN: (Worried) Is Maggie all right?
DOCTOR: Your wife is doing fine. She’s resting. JOHN: What about the baby?
DOCTOR: John, your daughter…
JOHN: What’s wrong? What happened?
DOCTOR: Your daughter is alive, but I have to tell you she has a severe physical defect. Her lungs didn’t develop correctly. JOHN: (Tentatively) Well... she’ll be okay, won’t she? Babies are born with underdeveloped lungs all the time and they turn out fine! DOCTOR: Her lungs aren’t just underdeveloped – they’re malformed. We have her on a ventilator. We’re going to do everything we can, but I have to tell you this – right now it doesn’t look good.
JOHN: I… I don’t understand. Maggie did everything you said! She didn’t drink wine, she didn’t eat fish... she stayed away from microwaves!
DOCTOR: This type of defect is genetic. It only happens when both parents are carriers. (There is a long silence. JOHN stares into space for a moment, and then sits down.) DOCTOR: I’ll let you know if anything changes. (Exit DOCTOR) JOHN: I knew this would happen. Somehow I knew. LISA: Don’t be stupid. You couldn’t have known.
JOHN: I told her we should have gotten those tests! Maggie said I was just being paranoid, but I knew something like this would happen! All my life I’ve drawn the short straw. I’m a magnet for disaster! It’s no surprise I fell in love with a woman who has the same bad genes that I do. I should have known better. LISA: Now you’re just looking for someone to blame. Things like this happen. It isn’t your fault. It’s not anyone’s fault. (Pause) JOHN: Would you… pray with me? LISA: I don’t pray.
JOHN: Oh, so you’re an atheist. I guess that makes sense. LISA: I’m not an atheist. I’m not anything.
JOHN: That may be fine for you, but it’s not enough for me to just throw my hands in the air and stop believing in anything. I can’t live like that. LISA: You believe in God because you’re afraid not to?
JOHN: I believe in God because he’s real. I don’t know if he’s the God everyone imagines, but he has to be there. There has to be something other than ourselves.
LISA: Maybe there is. Maybe there is some other kind of existence – some perfect world where there’s love and kindness and hope. But that isn’t the world I live in. There’s no rhyme or reason to what happens here, and there’s no one watching out for you. I’ve found that out the hard way. JOHN: Well I refuse to believe that. There has to be something we can put our… (Enter DOCTOR. JOHN looks up and sees the look on his face.) JOHN: …put our hope in.
(DOCTOR shakes his head. JOHN puts his head in his hands.)
DOCTOR: I’m sorry, John. We did everything we could. The baby just wasn’t strong enough. I’ll take you to see your wife in a moment. (Exit DOCTOR. Several seconds of silence.) JOHN: Maggie wanted to give birth at home. She was going to hire a midwife. Well, I wasn’t about to agree to that. I told her she was going to be sensible and have the baby at
a hospital with real doctors who knew what they were doing. I thought it would make a difference. But it didn’t. It didn’t make any difference at all. LISA: There was nothing you could have done.
JOHN: We already bought everything - baby clothes, toys, and diapers. I put the crib together and painted the nursery. What are we going to do with it all now? LISA: I understand what you’re going through.
JOHN: (Aggravated) No you don’t. How could you? It’s not the same! It’s not the same at all! LISA: Everybody has to face loss. It’s part of life. There’s no avoiding it. JOHN: (Emotional) But no parent should have to bury his child! LISA: Is it really that different from burying a parent?
JOHN: (Angry) Of course it is! You’ve known for months that your father was going to die! You’ve known since you were a child that you would lose him some day! You were ready for it! But this is my daughter! LISA: It’s a daughter you haven’t even met! Thousands of children die in Africa every day. This is no different. The world is cruel. JOHN: Because it’s full of cruel people like you! God doesn’t make it that way! LISA: Then why didn’t God save your daughter? Answer me that. JOHN: (Angry) I don’t know!
LISA: Then he must be unbelievably cruel. I’d rather believe in nothing than put my faith in a God who allows people to suffer so much. (There is a long pause. JOHN falters, but then his resolve returns.)
JOHN: No. You’re wrong. Maybe you can go through life believing that the world is empty and devoid of hope, but I can’t live like that. Maybe God isn’t always the god we want him to be, but he’s still there. And I refuse to believe that life is meaningless. LISA: You’re made of stronger stuff than I am.
(LISA stands and crosses to the exit, leaving the vase behind. She turns and looks back.) LISA: For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.
(Exit LISA. After a few moments, JOHN picks one of the flowers and looks at it.) JOHN: I think we’ll name her Hope. (BLACKOUT.)
A Hundred Miles Away
Along a suburban street outside Hartford, Connecticut, a girl with straight, red hair piloted her secondhand convertible towards home. She cruised past brown lawns that were beginning to turn green, and trees that were studded with new, budding leaves. She pulled into her driveway, took her books out of the car, and headed inside through the kitchen door.
“Lexie!” said Johnny, squealing in delight and running over to her. She unloaded her things on the counter and gave her little brother a squeeze. Alexis had hoped her mother would be upstairs, but there was no such luck to be had. Her mother stood over the sink, washing a pan.
“Where have you been?” she asked coldly, without looking up.
“That Samantha girl is a Baptist, isn’t she?” her mother inquired.
Alexis lifted Johnny and sat him down at the kitchen table where he had been coloring. “Sam and I went to the mall after school,” she answered.
Alexis shrugged, “I guess. I’ve never asked her.”
“Well, at least she goes to church,” her mother said. Her jab didn’t faze Alexis. She was used to hearing things like that from her mother. She tried to change the subject.
“That’s a nice boat, Johnny,” she said, examining one of his crayon masterpieces.
“I thought he was a good guy.”
“It’s a submarine,” he informed her, “It’s being attacked by the shark emperor.” “No, he’s evil now.”
“Johnny,” her mother interrupted, “Isn’t it almost time for your favorite show?”
Remembering, Johnny hopped down and zoomed into the living room, leaving Alexis and her mother alone. Alexis braced herself for what she knew was coming.
“How was school?” her mother asked, still at the sink.
“Still studying witchcraft?” Alexis narrowed her eyes at that comment.
“Fine,” Alexis replied. For once, it wasn’t a lie. It had actually gone well that day.
“It’s not witchcraft. It’s Celtic mythology. There’s a big difference. You’re Irish, too, you know. You might find it interesting.”
“You ought to be studying the saints. That’s what I was doing when I was your age.”
Alexis could tell where this conversation was going. She began gathering her things.
“You’ve only made things worse for me, you know. Everyone in the congregation is talking about me behind my back. It wasn’t enough to be the woman whose husband left her. Now I’m also the woman with the heathen daughter.”
Alexis had had enough. She turned to face her mother. “How do you know what people are saying? And why do you care anyway?” she snapped.
Her mother finally turned away from her dishes, “Because I’ve done everything in my power to raise you to be a good Catholic woman. And I’ve failed miserably.”
“As if that was your job to begin with,” Alexis said.
“I still can’t believe you’re just throwing away your faith – your family’s faith.”
“You mean your faith,” Alexis retorted, “Dad’s not Catholic, and I don’t think Johnny knows what he is yet. But that’s not for you to decide.”
“I took an oath to raise you in the Catholic faith. Your father did, too, I might add.”
“And you both raised me as well as anyone could have. Stop thinking you haven’t done your job.”
Alexis stormed upstairs to her room, shutting the door with more force than was necessary. She wanted to kick something. But that would have to wait. She strode across the room and sat down in front of her computer. The clock said 4:59. It was almost time. At exactly 5:00, a beep sounded, and a window popped up on the screen. Her father smiled at her through a video feed.
“Hi dad,” she said, “Is it working?”
She nodded, “This is so cool.”
“It sure is,” he said, “Can you see me?” “How have you been, Lexie?”
Alexis sighed, “Mom is still ticked off at me for leaving the church. She won’t let it go. I feel like I’m living in the Spanish inquisition.”
Her father sighed, “Well, I know that feeling.”
“Of course. Especially toward the end.”
“She even called me a heathen,” Alexis continued, “Did she act this way with you?”
Alexis crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair.
“Dad, why didn’t you take me with you when you left?”
“But you were the one who left! Why would they care? You aren’t even Catholic.”
Her father folded his hands. “I wanted to, Alexis. But to do that, we would have had to go to court. In the eyes of the church, your mother and I are still married. If we had gone through with the legal proceedings, the church would have excommunicated your mother.”
“No, but your mother is. And Catholics don’t get divorced. I didn’t want to hurt her
any more than I already had. So we just separated.”
“Well, it was her fault. Her stupid religion is more important to her than her own family. She’s ruined both our lives! I can’t stand living here. I want to come live with you.”
“Alexis, that wouldn’t work. I live in a tiny apartment and I’m at work all day. I don’t have time to look after you.”
“I’ve been to your place. It isn’t that tiny. And I don’t need to be looked after!” “No, but Johnny does. He needs you, Alexis.”
She hadn’t thought about that. She loved her little brother. And he was crazy about her. But she had to think about her own sanity, too.
“I’m going to leave home sooner or later, and he’ll have to deal with it. Besides, I can still visit him on the weekends.”
“Your mother needs you, too, believe it or not,” he persisted.
“She should have thought of that before she started persecuting me.”
Her father rubbed his forehead. “I know that you don’t feel welcome at home right now Alexis, but it is still your home. And your mother has to learn to respect you and your decisions. I’ll come down there and set her straight if I have to.”
That was her dad. Always coming to the rescue. But she knew that was a bad idea.
“What about college?” he asked. He sounded doubtful.
Her father let out a long sigh and scratched his head.
“That means you’re giving in, right?”
“Somehow I think that would just make things worse,” she sighed, “It doesn’t matter anyway. Once I turn 18, I’ll be able to do what I want. And I want to come live with you.” “They have colleges in Maryland,” she retorted, “and with my test scores, I can get a scholarship at any one of them.” “We’ll talk about it some more later.”
That drew a smile out of him. Alexis smiled back. Her dad had always been the one who gave in. He brought home a puppy after Mom said they couldn’t have one. He let her stay up late and watch movies with him, even on school nights. He was really a kid at heart. She knew he was trying to be a practical, sensible father, but he obviously missed her as much as she missed him. It was strange when the person you felt closest to was living a hundred miles away.
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Research question: What psychological and cultural factors contribute to fears and superstitions?
Ned passed the doorway to the study and tried not to look at it. He had thrown a bed sheet over the thing, but somehow he could still feel its presence.
He wished he could move it, but there was simply nowhere to move it to. Their townhouse was tiny and cramped, stuffed into a row of identical townhouses on Vicarage Street. The garage barely had room for the car, let alone anything The kitchen was out of the question, as was the dining room. He could have hauled it else. up the stairs with some effort, but he was not about to put it in the bedroom, lest it come alive in the middle of the night and eviscerate him. So in the study it remained -‐ his study.
It had taken him four weekends to finish that room. He had done all the renovations himself – the paint, the light fixtures, the floor-‐to-‐ceiling bookcases. He had taken his time picking out the furniture. He had unpacked his plethora of books and arranged them to his liking.1 Now, that thing stood in the middle of the room, mocking him and desecrating his private sanctum.
1. Some research indicates that a desire for control in one’s life can contribute to belief in the paranormal (Kennedy 263-‐292).
Ned’s headache was returning. He made his way to the kitchen for an ibuprofen. Rachel was preparing salad and shrimp cocktails. “I need you to pick up a bottle of Pinot Grigio,” she said, without looking up.
Ned gave her a quizzical look, “We already have a bottle of wine.”
“That’s Merlot. That’s a red wine. You can’t serve red wine with seafood.”
“Hank will drink anything as long there’s alcohol in it, and Susan is pregnant. I don’t think we need to worry.” “What if they bring a guest?” Rachel protested.
“Guests of guests can bring their own wine,” Ned said as he straddled one of the barstools and rested his arms on the counter. He watched Rachel as she sliced, buttered, and sautéed various items, hoping it would take his mind off the atrocity lurking in the other room. “I still don’t know why you keep inviting them over,” he said.
“We’re a young married couple. We’re obligated to have dinner parties.” “Four people do not make a party, Rachel.”
“Well, I did tell you to invite some of your friends.”
“I don’t have the heart to subject them that kind of torment,” he replied, drumming his fingers on the counter, “I suppose I could have invited Victor, but he’s still in Canada.” “Speaking of Victor, when is he going to pick up that thing?”
Ned’s fingers instantly stopped drumming, “Hopefully, soon.” “The cat is afraid of it.”2
Ned narrowed his eyes, “How do you know?”
“He hissed at it the moment they brought it into the house. Now he won’t even come downstairs. It all lends credence to my theory.” Ned winced. He knew where the conversation was heading, “It’s not cursed, Rachel.”
2. Many people believe that cats have supernatural senses. Staff at the Steere House Nursing and Rehabilitation Center claim that the resident cat, named Oscar, can predict when patients are going to die (Henry).
“Victos bought it in New Orleans. You know what goes on down there. Some witch doctor probably attached an evil spirit to it!”
“It wasn’t made in New Orleans,” Ned explained, “It came from Mexico. Victor claims
it was made by the last living member of some tribe.”
“That’s even worse! They perform human sacrifices down there, you know.” “You mean the Aztecs?” Ned scoffed, “That was hundreds of years ago.”
“I still don’t like having it in the house,” Rachel continued. Ned rolled his eyes, though in truth, he felt the same way.
“Be that as it may, Victor says it’s worth quite a bit of money and he promised he would give me a cut of the profits.” “Victor promises a lot of things. If you ask me, he should have had it delivered somewhere else. There’s no telling how long we’ll be stuck with it.”
Ned rubbed his forehead. It felt as if there was a tiny mallet pounding away at the inside of his skull, “Would you just stop going on about it? Victor will pick it up as soon as he gets back. Then it won’t be our problem anymore.”
3. Paranoid individuals often have difficulty sleeping. Psychologists believe that stress caused by insomnia can contribute to paranoid thoughts (Freeman).
Rachel shrugged, “All right. But I still need that bottle of wine.” Ned heaved a sigh and ventured into his study to retrieve his car keys.
When Victor had asked him to store the thing, Ned had not given it a second thought. It seemed harmless enough, hideous though it was, but his opinion quickly changed.
He had grown irritable. He had trouble sleeping.3 The longer it stayed in the house, the more uneasy he felt. There was something about it that just seemed wrong -‐ some unnatural malevolence that he could not define. Ned made his way to the desk and began rummaging through his numerous stacks of paper, knowing that his keys were there somewhere. Meanwhile, the thing loomed over him like some cloaked assassin. The sheet gave it an almost human shape. Suddenly, Ned interrupted his search for the keys and eyed the object curiously. Had it moved?4
He circled the thing, examining it. It definitely seemed a few inches closer to the desk, but he could not be certain. He decided the late afternoon sun was playing tricks with the room. He shut off the lights and went out to his car,
4. A small Egyptian statue at the Manchester Museum made headlines in 2013 when it apparently began turning by itself inside its display case. Museum officials later determined that vibrations in the floor were causing the movement (Brumfield).
thinking about the earful that Victor was going to get from him.
Ned returned half an hour later with a bottle of white wine. The sun was a mere streak of orange by the time their guests arrived. Ned solemnly prepared to spend the evening with two of the most irritating humans on earth.5
5. Stress brought on by social situations can contribute to feelings of paranoia (Westermann).
Susan was one of Rachel’s college friends. She was fashionably tall and talked incessantly -‐ most of the time it pertained to subjects she knew very little about. She was also with child and insisted on giving them every excruciating detail of her pregnancy.
Susan came attached to Hank, a big-‐chinned man who played golf religiously and was a dentist in his spare time. He had his own practice, a fact he never neglected to remind everyone of. He started off the conversation by telling them about the root canal he had performed on one of the state senators. Ned poured himself a glass of Pinot Grigio. He could tell it was going to be a long night.
“They don’t have mercury. The mercury is what’s dangerous-‐ that and x-‐ray machines.”
“I swear I’ve never played better. I even hit a double eagle at the seventh hole! Then it all went south when I got stuck in that damn bunker on the back nine.”
“I have to stay away from people who smoke, too. My cousin Julie had to quit smoking when she had her twins, but I’m pretty sure her husband is a stoner and there’s no telling what kind of stuff she got exposed to.” “Say, how is that office of yours coming along Ned?”
Ned felt himself snap back to reality. He had lost track of the conversation several minutes ago. Susan had been explaining to Rachel why she could eat shrimp and Hank was rambling on about golf. Or perhaps it was the other way around. He looked up and asked what office Hank was talking about.
“The office you’ve been working on,” Hank explained, “You must be nearly finished.”
Ned realized he was talking about his study. Before he could answer, Rachel spoke up from across the table. “You’ll have to excuse Ned. I’m afraid he’s preoccupied with that thing.”
Ned felt his heart skip a beat. The hair on his arms and neck bristled. He had specifically asked her not to tell them about it.6 “What thing?” Susan asked.
Ned’s chest tightened, “Oh, I’m just keeping something for a friend of mine. Susan, what was that you were saying about swordfish?”
“What sort of something?” Hank asked, now becoming curious as well
“It’s a… piece of art,” Ned sighed, “My friend is an art dealer.
“It’s a… sculpture. A rather… unconventional sculpture.”
Ned glared across the table at Rachel. She realized what she had done, but now it was too late. She gave him a weak smile of apology “Really? I took an art class at the university last summer, you know,” Susan said excitedly, “We studied all the masters. Is it a Van Gogh? I just love Van Gogh!
“Oh it’s modern art! Oh do show it to us!” she pleaded.
Ned poked at his salad. He wished she would go back to discussing her Lamaze class or ultrasounds -‐ anything but this. “I don’t think you’d like it. It’s not by anyone famous. And it’s rather… macabre.”
Hank took another swig of wine and chuckled, “Well you have to show us now, Ned. You’ve got us hooked!”
Across the table, Rachel was giving him a helpless look. He tried to remind himself that it was not her fault. Instead, he cursed Victor for asking him to keep the thing in the first place. Either way, there was no getting around it now. It was not long before he was leading their little group down the hallway to the room where the abomination lurked.
He flicked on the lights, driving back the shadows that had overtaken the room. He reluctantly approached the statue and solemnly yanked off the sheet, like a stage magician revealing some mystical artifact. His wife was prepared for the sight, but Hank and Susan were most certainly not. The two of them stood there, eyes wide, and mouths agape. What the sculpture actually represented was debatable. It was not even a true sculpture, but more closely resembled some taxidermy project that had gone awry. It was six feet tall, vaguely humanoid, and covered in black fur. Gaunt arms supported bat-‐like wings.6 Its ears were pointed, two unblinking yellow eyes were sunk into its head, and rows of teeth formed a malevolent smile beneath its snout. It was, in a word, demonic.
6. “European and Western folklore consistently translates the appearance of a bat as a bad omen… they are even seen as being the embodiment of evil. Bats are often thought to be an indicator that a house is haunted or worse. There is an old German myth that if a bat flies into your house, the devil is after you” (O’Connor).
“Well you were right on one account,” Hank finally declared, after what seemed like minutes of silence, “It certainly is macabre.” Rachel was behind them, leaning against the doorway and looking somewhat amused, “It’s from Mexico. It’s supposed to be valuable,” she said, rolling her eyes
“Maybe to someone decorating for Halloween,” the big-‐chinned dentist answered.
“It reminds me a bit of those gargoyles on European cathedrals,” Rachel continued.
Hank approached the creature to examine it more closely; “The teeth are real, though they aren’t all from the same animal. The incisors are from a dog. I imagine these canines belonged to some kind of big cat -‐ maybe a jaguar.”
Ned stood by, feeling very uncomfortable. The creature’s eyes seemed to follow him no matter where he stood. He could not escape the sensation that the thing was not only somehow alive, but wanted to cause them all a great deal of harm. He tore his eyes away from it long enough to look at Susan, who for once had nothing to say. The mother-‐to-‐be stood there in her loose blue evening dress, her eyes locked on the monstrosity before her. She was in her second trimester and was starting to show. Ned noticed her hands drop to her belly. Her face turned pale
7. “Many myths from Slovenian, German, and Jewish immigrants suggest that bats in an attic foretell a death in the house” (O’Connor).
“Oh god,” she whispered.7
Ned blinked. Rachel had noticed the subtle change and asked Susan if she was all right. Hank was still rambling on about teeth, oblivious to what was happening. Ned looked from Susan to the grinning statue, trying to convince himself that what he was thinking was not possible, yet it was happening right in front of him. He watched helplessly as Susan doubled over and gasped.
Hank finally took notice and ran to his wife. Before he could even ask what was wrong, she staggered out of the room. Rachel and Hank flew after her, leaving Ned alone in his study with the ghastly idol.
He shifted his gaze back to it, now fully comprehending what had just occurred. He had seen it on Susan’s face. He had sensed it. The monstrosity stood there, its talons raised to the ceiling in triumph. It smiled at him. He could hear Rachel and Hank’s panicked voices outside the bathroom where Susan had fled. Ned had put up crown molding in his study earlier that week, and the hammer still sat on his desk. He retrieved the instrument, turning the spiked end forward.
A few moments later, the sculpture was lying on the floor, its stuffed head torn from its body. Ned would have continued dismembering it if Rachel had not walked into the room and asked what in heaven’s name he was doing.
As she did so, Ned let the hammer clatter to the floor and flew over to his wife. He took her by her shoulders and held on, like a sailor clinging to the gunwale of a ship in a raging storm.
“You were right, Rachel. You were right from the beginning. I didn’t want to admit it, but I suspected it all along,” the words tumbled out of his mouth in one long breath, “I took off its head, but that may not be enough.8 We have to get it out of the house… bury it… burn it. It’s already taken one life. We have to destroy it before it harms anyone else!”
For a moment, Rachel gaped at him. The look on her face was indefinable. A moment later, Hank appeared in the doorway. “Susan’s okay, Rachel. She just got a little nauseous. It was probably the shrimp.” Ned blinked. “The shrimp?”
By that time, Hank had become fully aware of the odd scene before him.
“Yeah, she’s been getting sick a lot lately. I suppose I should have warned you,” he said, staring at the destroyed sculpture.
8. Decapitation is a common practice for dealing with evil creatures. Some ancient Slavic peoples beheaded corpses to prevent them from rising from the dead as vampires (Pringle).
“What on earth happened here?”
Ned released his grip on his wife. His eyes were now fixed on Hank.
“What… what about the baby?
Hank looked very confused, “The baby’s fine.”
Ned looked at Rachel, who had backed away from him slightly. She gazed back at her husband, wide eyed, with an expression that was beyond disturbed. Ned returned his attention to the creature’s disembodied head. It was still gazing up at him with that ghastly smile. He picked it up, opened the window, and hurled the head out into the street.
Conclusion A variety of psychological factors contribute to fears and superstitions, as can be seen in The Horrible Thing in the Study. Ned’s desire for control in his life provided a basis for his belief in the paranormal. His f ear of the sculpture developed through social modeling. Stress from lack of sleep and from a social situation further exasperated his paranoid thoughts. Finally, cultural factors such as legends and folklore probably contributed to his fears as well.
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The Flor-Ala I have known for a long time that I want to be a writer, but I never really considered journalism until some of my professors encouraged me to write for The Flor-Ala, UNAâ€™s award-winning student newspaper. I was unsure about it at first, but after writing my first article, I grew more confident. Writing for the newspaper was very different than writing short stories or research papers. Each week, I was allowed to pick from several stories that the staff wanted to be covered. Then, I was given a list of information that had to be included in my article. News articles call for a very specific format, where the most important information comes first and details follow. Once again, I had to adapt my writing style for the task. Through interviewing people for my articles, I became better at dealing with individuals on a professional level. I also had to meet deadlines, which helped me develop my time management skills. I got to know the staff and came close to becoming a staff writer. However, my classes and my part-time job had become more demanding, and continuing to write for the paper would have required time that I simply did not have. Nevertheless, writing for The Flor-Ala proved to be a great learning experience, and seeing my work in a campus publication gave me a great sense of accomplishment.
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Apple iPad, Kindle Fire most popular tablets on campus
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Apple’s iPad and Amazon’s Kindle are the most popular tablet computers among students. While the devices have many similarities, they are both fundamentally different, and it seems students’ preferences are determined solely by personal taste.
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In a time when many forms of media have gone digital, some students are replacing ink and paper books with digital books on their tablets. The Apple iPad and Amazon Kindle appear to be equally popular among students at UNA. Hannah Clemons, a senior majoring in education, said she likes her Amazon Kindle because it allows her to multitask. “I like being able to read and eat at
the same time, and it’s nice to have hundreds of books with me and not have to lug them around,” she said. “I never thought I would like having one, but it ended up changing my life.” Some students like their tablets because of the convenient size. “I like my iPad because it’s easier to tote around than my laptop,” said Taylor Patton, a sophomore. Cody Hawkins, a criminal justice major, said he prefers reading books on his Kindle because the iPad has too many distractions. In contrast Ellen Hinds, a
senior, said she likes her iPad more than her Kindle because it is easier for the rest of her family to use. Zack Miskel, a sophomore, said he uses his iPad for business and likes being able to easily synchronize it with his iPhone and laptop. Emily McCann, a senior, said she would rather have a Kindle than an iPad, as she doesn’t like Apple products. However, Taylor Pickens, a senior, said he believes Apple products are superior. “I like my Kindle,” said Kathleen Sego, a junior. “I already have an iPhone,
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In a creative generation, many young people strive to see their ideas come to life. When these ideas need money, creative minds all over the world turn to Kickstarter. According to their website, “Kick-
chael Blair, UNA’s videographer on staff. “You set a goal and raise money. If you hit your goal, you get the money. It’s an all-or-nothing type of system.” Blair said fundraising is based on incentives, where supporters choose the amount they wish to donate and receive prizes from the project creator. The amount donated to a project directly corresponds to the type of incentive the sup-
going to raise the money they need. UNA student Mack Cornwell said people donate to connect with the creators. “They feel like they are a part of something,” Cornwell said “Normally they wouldn’t have that ability, but now they can.” UNA graduate Dillon Hodges used Kickstarter to fund the production of his debut album after establishing a fan base
so I didn’t see the need to get an iPad. The main thing I like about the Kindle is the display. It doesn’t glare in the sun.” In contrast, Summer Scott said she hates the Kindle she has. “It’s really glitchy,” Scott said. Some students said they prefer tablets other than the Kindle and iPad. Anita Parker, a junior, said she would like to get a Nexus 7. Dean Arnold, a former UNA student, said he has an Android tablet. “I’ve used an iPad before,” Arnold said. “Those things are terrible.”
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“So, I kind of went into this blindly.” The pantry’s services are for students who struggle to afford food, Henderson said. Food for the pantry is provided by Collier Library’s donations for its canned food amnesty program and outside dona-
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When partying, UNA police chief Bob Pastula says, having a designated person at a party to chaperone is just as important in family studies go on to find jobs in soas having a designated driver.
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He said it comes down to “policing yourself.” Being aware of self and the surroundings can cut down on a lot of troubles, and the troubles don’t start outside of the bar, Howard said. “Keep your head on a swivel—even in the club,” he said. “Don’t feel like you are
did she stay in a group, but also had her boyfriend Kyle McAnally as a DD. Having an agreement worked out with friends or significant others is a good way to have a safe night, Scully said. “It depends on friends you go out with,” Scully said. “Some like to be the point person. Others say ‘Thank you for watching me. I’m watching you tonight.’ If (Kyle) wants to go out and have fun,
Points, Thursday through Saturday, 8 p.m. to 2 a.m. “We do everything we can not to take someone to jail,” Pastula said. “If they go to jail, they really deserved it. The Florence Police Department is not as forgiving. As long as (the student) doesn’t get belligerent or nasty, we will make sure they get home safe.”
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A student displays their favorite apps.
With apps being the way of the future, many UNA students turn to their iPhone and Android phones to stay connected, students said. Mary-Francis Wilson, a junior, has an iPhone and uses Instagram. “I’m nosy and I like to see other people’s pictures,” Wilson said. Megan McKinney, a freshman, also named Instagram as her favorite app. The Facebook app came in second place. The UNA app also received praise from students.
“I actually use the UNA app more than anything else,” said Dane Trelles, a senior. Dalton Williams, a freshman, also uses it. “The UNA app is saving my life right now,” Williams said. Kelsey Cooper, a sophomore, named Twitter as her favorite app. “I use it probably every hour,” said Cooper. Sarah Skipworth, a sophomore, has an Android phone. One of her favorite apps is Shazam, which can identify songs playing on the radio. Among the other apps voted for were Spotify, Pandora, iFunny, Temple Run, Tribal Wars, and Lose It.
Published on Apr 30, 2014
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