Perspectives

Ten year old me and adult Woody Allen had a lot in common. Not only because we were both attracted to 10 year-old girls but also because we were both obsessed with and terrified of death. While most other fifth graders on the playground worried about monsters, I asked them how they could go on living knowing their life was meaningless and would soon end in a vastless abyss. As you can imagine I was a pretty fun kid. Looking back this fear feels mostly unprompted. Growing up

For the first two weeks of my summer, I stayed at home alone, like a loser. I picked up some shifts at the toy store I work at, but I still had too much time on my hands. So when my mom approached me with a one-day job handing out flyers she had found on an email chain, I immediately reached out. The woman who wanted flyer distribution was suspiciously not picky with her hiring process, which was not a problem with me. She asked me to call so she could run me through some of

Laszlo Stein Sequoyah High School, Pasadena, CA A few weeks ago, a friend of mine at Sequoyah showed me a website called Jmail that he and his friends had been glued to for days. If you don't know what Jmail* is, you're probably a healthy, well adjusted person with better things to do than look through Jeffrey Epstein's emails, photos, flight history, messages, and Amazon purchase history. However I am not a healthy, well adjusted person and I wanted a break from doing my hom