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films, and playing with W WE wrestling
things, and that’s fine, too. The
figures. I never thought of myself as
point is, I’m a girl, but I contain
being “too boyish,” I just enjoyed
multitudes. Sometimes, I like wearing
spending time with my brothers. I
cute, floral rompers, while other
never thought of our relationship or
times, I just wanna kick it in shor ts
shared interests as being a bad thing.
and a t-shir t. Some days you’ll catch
find them unpainted, maybe even
I am now. There were times when I
chipped. At the end of the day, my
was told that I needed to “dress like
femininity isn’t solely defined by my
a girl,” because I’d always preferred
appearance, or even the things I’m
jeans over dresses, or “act like a girl,”
passionate about, but by the energy
because I’d rather play Pokémon on
I exude into the world. Femininity is
my Game Boy Advance than with
personal, and it can only be defined
Bratz dolls. Don’t get me wrong - I
by how YOU connect with the world.
want to do the stereotypical “girly”
I definitely influenced the person
in the backyard, watching horror
on my nails, but more often you’ll
fourth year nyia bolin
loved both, but sometimes I didn’t
The bond between my brothers and
FINDING MY FEMININITY always
memories involve playing basketball
me with a vibrant color painted
VOL. X ISSUE 10 MARCH 18TH, 2019
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THE BELL VOL. X, ISSUE 10
ZOOMING OUT ON TINY
photo by daniyal tahir
fourth year mk manoylov Forrest Gump says life is
You walk around this tiny
like a box of chocolates. I
say life like building a home
with tiny buses and a tiny
in the most random places.
stadium and hills (actually,
the hills aren’t tiny, but Look at this photo. Look
at how small the bicycle is,
GPA, relationship, or search
suggesting a small human
for a job, ever y problem
has ridden it, propped it
against the side of their door,
when you zoom out a bit.
and entered their home. I’m
I wonder what this person
to my grandfather — now
past Forrest Gump’s age
bike ride. A fraughtful fight
— about his youth, and the
second year evan lassetter
with a lover? The upcoming
with which he spoke about
Just the other day, I was
thought was not in ser vice,
counting how many houses
asked for help, and then I
Excluding current I
hung-up. Some would say
I prank-called the police
— I call it an accident.
places. Even though we
places can hold memories.
looking back I see one
While the 911 stor y always
memor y to
too, seem normally sized.
Getting mind’s out,
But when you zoom out, you
tiny places we’ve lived in.
see how tiny they actually
memor y bank and presses
the contents of the photo.
probably reading this, so
different characters in the
shout out to her). Each
background, but nothing is
holiday season when we
more present on my hear t
all come together in small
than that sense of home.
problems are like that too.
photo by noah buchanan
Annie and Poppy no longer
tale finds a way to the
live there, they graduated
conversation table. In the
midst of some imaginar y
game I was playing with my
when I drive by that old
cousins Emily and Elizabeth,
I dialed 911 on a phone I
it will still feel the same.
garage that he’s outgrown.
fictitious. You, the human
anything it taps into my
setting, and occasionally
They’re tiny bikes in his
Each one is in the same
To that tiny human, their Their
it all looks car toonish and
Zoomout, friend, and your
In our family, we call the this
their (literally) tiny house?
are. The bike, the home,
and chuckles, more than
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CREATE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE third year aysha jerald
Yes, I know. Eighteen is perhaps a little too old
photo by emily haynie
So, I did.
to fulfill middle school fantasies. However, the
After less than a week’s
hidden wardrobe in my
b as e me nt
d i d n ’ t
my two best
“...I wanted to take me do something to Narnia daring and when I was eight. My exhilarating. I Hogwar ts School of wanted to run Witchcraft away.” a
friends and I flew to New Orleans, Louisiana. We
in the hear t of the city
for about a
week, encountering the
Force of music, mythical-
time I reached sixteen,
and a few two-legged,
fire-breathing beasts. I
was not with me and
had the best time of my
gave up all hope of
life, because I was no
longer waiting for my
adventure. I was living it. I’d spent my whole life waiting for an adventure.
There are some of you
I convinced myself that
one day, I would escape
this mundane existence,
Stop waiting. The only
pick up my sword, wand,
and/or lightsaber, and
alternate universe. Yet,
realized my adventure was
wanted to do something
daring and exhilarating. I
Better late than never.
THE BELL VOL. XI , ISSUE 8
fourth year lauren Linkowski
Statues have always been a funny concept to me. Flashback to five-year-old me pushing bangs out of my eyes for a clearer view, looking up at a 20-foot shining
sculpture of Honus Wagner in front of PNC Park, horrified that he
While I was relieved to know that Honus himself was not in fact trapped
was literally trapped alive under the coating of bronze.
in his own statue, it makes me wonder if he was trapped in his fame. When steps are taken
Reliving this extremely vivid memor y made me think more about the preser vation of life.
to validate someone’s existence or life accomplishments, are they forever trapped in that snapshot of themselves? I’m not talking about an embalming type of preser vation, but more so the way we choose to present ourselves online, to acquaintances in class, to people we see ever y TuesdayThursday walking the same route-- are we trapped by the nets we have
for ourselves? Are we spinning a stor y of truth, or little by little enclosing our true selvesww behind our own layer of brass? College is a time for exploration, and I don’t think we, as students, need to be completely sure of what our next steps are after we walk through the arch. I’m star ting to think that college is meant to expose us to the uncomfor table. Little experiences add up to push us down paths we never thought we would meander. Use these years, filled with their own challenges and successes, to find your true person, and give that person space to change. Don’t trap her in a mold, or coat him in precious metals, or encrust yourself in a “flawless” Instagram profile page. Leave yourself capable of shifting and growing to become who you want to be.
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