The Fly Room: A Technical Yet Artful Representation of Working in the Scientific Field

For more about The Fly Room click here.
This is a quick review of the film.

Spoilers for The Fly Room below. Tread carefully.
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Part IV: Week 0 and Freshman 15

In this update, I'm going to talk about some of my Week 0 experiences.
-800 words

First thing I want to get off my chest. How the heck is freshman fifteen a thing? It feels as if I’ve walked a million miles on campus just moving from event to event. It’s like going through a mini-workout just to get from class to class. If anything, I think I’ve lost some weight since I’ve gotten here! However, I don’t mind partly because I get to go through Aldrich park. It’s very pleasant and it alleviates some of the stress of trying to get to my next lecture. Continue reading

“We the (Young) People”

Read time: 2 minutes.
OP-ED regarding lowering the voting age.
2 minute read. (575 words)

Should we lower the voting age?

The question has been posed many times before. Currently, 18 is the age when people can register to vote. In this piece, we’ll explore the side that believes the voting age should, in fact, be lowered in order to accommodate not only the youth but also the nation’s well-being. Continue reading

Ice Cream + Salt = ???

Ever wonder what goes into the making of the tasty dessert treat? 
Read below to find out how ice cream is made!
Estimated Read Time: 3 minutes 
Bonus Haiku at the end!

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Day in the Life III: In-N-Out and Transport

Quick update about food and travel.
1 minute read.

I finally got In-N-Out, but I still haven’t written about it. Hence, that’s where I’ll start.

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An Ion Story

This was an old assignment for a Chemistry class I took in high school (Sophomore year).
We were instructed to write up a story which included a list of common ions into it somehow. 
This is sort of a palette cleanser before next week's post! 
Estimated Read Time: 4 minutes

“An Ion Story”

It started as an average day. The birds were chirping, and the sun was shining. I remember it rather distinctly. I had a multitude of tasks to tend to. I had to order some more pyrite for my crystal radio. I also needed to go to the store and purchase more salt as the supply was dangerously low. The plans for my research project were etched on the blackboard with chalk. A few weeks prior, I had gone to the edges of a dormant volcano and collected some brimstone and volcanic rock. It was an interesting ordeal. I took the bleach from the cabinet and drove out the mold and mildew from my house. Before I left for the lab, I used my new saltpeter fertilizer on the garden. Everything seemed to be working exceptionally. The advent of Spring had brought forth a pleasant odor, similar to that of marsh gas. A few months back a dentist had told me that the laughing gas would make every part of my body feel relaxed, and maybe nauseous and lightheaded.

Boy, was he right. The gas had such a great effect on the sensory systems that I had to conduct further examination on it. On my way to work, I grabbed a coffee and put 10 packets of sugar in it. Not that I was going to drink it of course. The lady at the counter looked at me funny as I poured the white powder into the drink. The wind was brisk when I stepped out again. I passed the remains of a museum that once contained asbestos. Before it was demolished, there was an addition that was home to a bunch of these limestone sculptures. I had been there a couple of times myself. To be honest, those sculptures of people with stone cold eyes freaked me out. However, it was the angel statues that got to me. They had a bitter eeriness about them. Some were frozen in the midst of a lunge towards the viewer. The front entrance of the lab was a pain. It took too much effort and security measures to get from floor to floor. It was a necessary precaution nonetheless. I got to the room after what seemed like hours. Since I was one of the newer scientists, I had one of those crumby rooms with a gypsum ceiling that was poorly designed. Continue reading