When all of the lights go out at night and you are left alone with your thoughts, visions of things that scare you flash in front of your shut eyes. What is it that you see that scares you so much you have to pee? Read on to find out what makes the writers of The Shield go EEK!.
Eek… Cavities!
“All good!” the oral hygienist says, “We just have to wait until you get your braces off to see if you have cavities in between your teeth.” I’m sorry, what? These tiny holes are caused by acid-producing bacteria, which slowly rot your enamel, eugh…
A Letter to Insects
Dear insects, bugs, and anything that flies, crawls, or moves in nature,
Could you… not? Yeah the whole buzzing noise, huge legs, tiny eyes: I’m really not a fan…
AP Lang is Scary
AP Lang appears in my nightmares. MCQs mock me because I somehow always chose the “attractive distractor” (must you hate us so much College Board?). Essays laughing in my face. And the books which effortlessly make me fall asleep. As I walk into room 26 with the amazing Chris Haskett, my brain screams to run…
Apologies to My Doctor
Frequently, I munch on apples for two reasons; first, because I love red juicy apples, and secondly because I hate doctors. More specifically, I hate blood, needles, hospitals, and generally anything medical related. However, I do not have a clear coherent reason behind my hatred. There has always been something about the medical field that has irked me.
The Horrors of Cotton
Some people freak out at the sight of blood. Others can not stand the smell of certain foods, but for me textures are the one and only thing that make me eek! I wish I could describe the chilling pain I feel each time I must come face to face with a cotton ball. Clothes shopping is hard because I have to over analyze each article of clothing and debate whether or not I will shrill each time I wear it. Texture, more specifically cotton, ruins and dictates my life…
Glaze and Guac
The thought of guacamole on donuts immediately conjures a nauseating sense of fear, bringing me close to the point of vomiting. I try to dispel the notion that my close friend Blake Kim could be such a horrifying monster, indulging himself in the darkest horrors imaginable. As I black out from the overwhelming sense that something has disrupted the natural order, a still image haunts my mind: A glazed donut topped with guacamole.
Sleepy Sacrifices
While I often pride myself on the exceptional sleep I get every night, I’ve noticed a downward trend on the hours I’ve received rest, following the start of junior year. Undoubtedly this has been my busiest school year yet, and we’ve only just passed the six week grading period. Working two jobs, having sports practice every day, taking APs, and planning events with ASB are all factors which I’ve had to learn to balance–with less sleep becoming a sacrifice I’ve had to make.