LAUREN E. C.

Reading Response If one person lived forever, imagine the emotional rollercoaster they must endure. Everyone they know will eventually die, leaving them behind. They could learn everything, master anything. Would that person spend time being lazy and watching Netflix and YouTube? If they have all the time in the world, would they even bother using it to be productive? What if the person who can live forever takes it for granted and never does anything, knowing they can always do something tomorrow if they feel like it then.  Imagine if someone who has all the time in the world, never having to worry about growing old, never fearing death, does nothing but sit around and put the bare minimum effort. Imagine if someone could do anything they wanted, and chose to do nothing. They learn nothing, master nothing, achieve nothing, and contribute nothing. How could someone who has all that potential squander it? Anyone would love to have that much time to achieve their dreams, and yet...

Reading Response Introversion and extroversion are fascinating concepts. The idea that someone draws energy from people while another draws energy from solitude is interesting, and begs the question of what sort of energy is it refering to. I can't imagine that someone who is extroverted does not eventually burn out after constant social interaction, nor can I believe that an intervet does not eventually yern for human contact after several weeks alone. Yet, these two dividors have been used to separate the human race for decades. I have always thought of myself as an introvert, but recently this has come into question. I enjoy spending time with certain people, but I need to have alone time to think and write out my thoughts. However, I don't like to be alone for too long. After a few days, I need to talk to someone. After a few hours of being in a large group, I need a break. So, which is it? Intro or extro? I don't particularly feel like I get energy from either situ...

Reading Response Lost but still here Here but now gone Gone but still remembered Remembered in a song A song that's never played Played only when days are long Long ago and now forgotten Forgotten in a song Song singing through the trees Trees bend to hear the sound Sound loud and proud and upset Upset at what was found Found the realization of hope Hopelessness to set you free Free from all the things forgotten Forgotten about me Inspiration https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TxvOMHoLRBY I found this on Christian Ard's blog and thought it was really interesting https://vintagedancer.com/1920s/makeup-starts-the-cosmetics-industry/ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tk_ZlWJ3qJI Work