A Moment With Murryum

I attempted to copy the description style used on the "Okefenokee" swamp, except I described my favorite meal, brunch. Mid Morning Meal: A restaurant called Pier is on a pier (shocker). Customers get to look over the water, probably ignorant about how much of the Earth's water is polluted and disgusting, but oh well. This restaurant is crazy crowded, and there is so much sun everwhere it constantly gets into the eyes. Waiters are constantly slamming plates onto tables to the point where there is no space to even fit one's arms on the surface of the table. There are wild birds flying all over the place, and them pooping on the food is a reasonable hazard. The crepes have fruit and a cream cheese filling, there are also eggs benedict with salmon and greens. It's pretty windy, and the menus are flying all over the place. At the end of a meal, customers are given a sticky, messy juice to drink. Brunch:        Sitting on an ornate pier and overlooking a s...

         With all the crazy text's I've ever read in mind, including this year of course (I learned the true definition of crazy this year).  I can only describe  A Modest Proposal as wild. I was expecting something intellectual, (which I guess it was in a twisted sense) but killing babies? This was at a whole other level compared to 1984, Song of Solomon, and basically anything I've ever read. Every time we read something absolutely mindboggling I think it cannot possibly get worse, and it always does. Anyways, killing babies for food seems like something Peta (no shade Peta you're great!) would use as an emotional appeal to show people how cruel it is to kill animals. Because that is exactly what I thought of when I read Swift say babies could be great to eat " whether stewed, roasted, baked, or boiled"( Swift, 9). It sounded so terrible to treat any living thing like food, and I was actually reminded of this video I watched probably last su...

       At long last, a Saturday to myself. After multiple Saturdays of Forensics and Model UN, I had been eagerly looking forward to this Saturday. I actually had the time and energy to watch educational videos and not just pure entertainment.          I was laying in my comfy bed just because I could, (did I mention I didn't get much sleep last week either?) thinking about how I had Saturday and   Sunday to do my homework, which for once in a blue moon wasn't an insane amount.          I perused my YouTube feed and came across a video by Vox  ( yes!  I love Vox!), I thought to myself as I noticed it was about Pakistan's new Prime Minister who, as of late, I had kind of been wishing  I was more educated on. Mostly because I was Pakistani and every Pakistani I knew was kind of — I mean very, obsessed with him. I totally got why, he was a famous Cricket player turned Prime Minister, pro...

        This week I did something daring. To explain, I have to go back a few months, when my newspaper teacher announced that she would like for some people to try and make podcasts for our newspaper website. It all sounded so exciting to me, I found a partner, and obsessed over the perfect theme, the perfect name, the perfect topic, the perfect interview. I obsessed and obsessed, and every time we got farther away from recording our first episode because my schedule didn't line up with my partner's, I almost felt relieved, because I would have more time to obsess and perfect everything even more, make sure we were really ready, think of things to say if it got boring, was going on for too long, or ending too quickly. Then winter break, midterms, and my partner was no longer available because of a schedule change.  A little over a week ago I was complaining to a friend in newspaper about how hard it had been to get started. She offered to do...