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What makes for a good day? When I say to my family as either I or they leave for work or school in the morning "have a good day" what do I really mean by that? If I had to define it, I would be saying that I really want them to be satisfied with how they lived that day but I fear that sometimes when saying things like "have a good day" or answering "good" when I am asked how I am is sometimes solely an involuntary phrase- not necessarily the truth. These responses we get so used to saying can be classified just as much of a lie as if I told someone I didn’t breathe air if I’m responding only out of habit and not because I’m truly answering the question. I could know full well that I’m not feeling well emotionally or physically but when someone asks me, I know I have replied "good" when I did NOT consider myself good. Do we reply with the standard "good" just because we don’t want to take the time to go into detail about why we rea...

Chels and I decided to go to coffee shops to study for the SAT this week and I realized that I have developed a fondness for them.  For a while now, I have had a liking for them and their ambiance (some more than others) but spending hours there on a daily basis this week has given me a new appreciation for them. Think about the concept of a public place that doesn't feel like a public place that not only serves delicious, warm (or cold) drinks and snacks, but also provides furniture and an environment that practically forces you to think deeply and reflect.  I don't know what it is about the smell of coffee and the comforting surroundings of a coffee shop that give me a desire to read and learn and look up things that I might not otherwise be inspired to inquire of but there's definitely something. There is something about a coffee shop that calls me toward making the most of my brain. Maybe it's the company of the people there.  As I was telling a friend about som...

Text messaging. It's hit the world by storm. I would go as far as to say that it's a pandemic. But unlike most other pandemics people fall victim to, it is rarely diagnosed and cured these days. I witnessed the other day while wandering about the mall food court, three young people seated at a table, two girls on one side and on the other, a young man facing them. There was nothing odd about their seating arrangement, but rather what they were doing. The two who were seated facing one another were each engulfed in their phones, doing what looked very much like texting while the third let her eyes wander around the court, apparently bored.  My protest is not so much against texting.  Text messaging is an extremely handy branch of technology that I personally take advantage of daily.  My feud is with what this generation is doing with texting (not to mention the immature, illegal, pornographic, shameful things people use texting for).  I believe that texting is use...