Stream of Consciousness

Avery Since I will (most likely) never win an Oscar or the Pullitzer Prize, here’s my speech of gratitude to Stream of Consciousness on its first birthday: Thank you! Thank you! I would like to thank my family — my mom, dad, sister, aunt, cousins, and other relatives who not only take the time to read the blog’s articles, but also subscribe to it. And I’d like to thank my wonderful friends, who, one year ago today, were so supportive of the idea and never fail to read what I have written. I want to thank my co-creator and contributor, Chris. We have established two amazing things in our high school career together, this being one of them. I could think of no better fellow writing enthusiast to share my first blog with.  But this wouldn’t be possible without the anonymous readers, the people who happen to come across my posts by chance, or my Instagram followers to take the time to click the link and leave positive comments. Without the readers, Stream of Consciousness ...

Christina My fingers glided deftly above the keyboard, over familiar territory, as my thoughts poured directly onto the page. I could hear the clack of my fingers furiously pounding the keyboard and the sound of the gears churning within my head. It was midnight already, and I was admittedly tired. Nonetheless, I was still seated in front of my fluorescent laptop screen, typing away at my newest blog post. And to think, this all started a year ago. I’m speechless. Today, marks the one year anniversary of our creative writing blog Stream of Consciousness . A year ago, I had no idea that 2,500 people would be interested in listening to what I had to say. A year ago, I had no idea that my affinity for writing would manifest itself in a physical, collective form. A year ago, I would have been too self-conscious to express myself publicly, a sign of vulnerability no less. So today might be a mundane Monday for you, and that’s okay. But today means a great deal to me: it’s a monument...

By Tate Moyer, posted by Avery I am still struggling to accept that my last day of attending high school was an uneventful Friday in the middle of March. I woke up at 6:15 AM, made breakfast, and left for school early so I could do some last-minute studying for my Statistics test. I went through that school day the same way I had gone through any other ‘normal’ day: unconcerned, uninterested, even apathetic. Now, I am sure I would have gone through that day much differently if I had only known it would be my last.  Unfortunately, we are in our present situation because many people have failed to take the COVID-19 pandemic seriously. Throughout the past two weeks, there have been striking disparities between the reactions of adults and teenagers. While many adults overreacted by hoarding non-perishables, hand sanitizers, and (weirdly enough) toilet paper, the vast majority of teenagers seemed relatively unbothered and extremely annoyed. I even found myself adopting such a pe...

Avery “And the people stayed home ... Some meditated, some prayed, some danced. Some met their shadows. And the people began to think differently. And the people healed ... And when the danger passed, and the people joined together again, they grieved their losses, and made new choices, and dreamed new images, and created new ways to live and heal the earth fully, as they had been healed.”  So suddenly, the faraway epidemics in la terra d’italia and China became starkly frightening realities for us Americans, for us meme-obsessed, college-decision-consumed, and music-loving high schoolers. So suddenly, everything we’ve worked for seems to be so trivial in the face of this even more potent force known as the virus. So suddenly, the next six months of the year will contain only one month of school, an unfathomable thought merely ten days ago.  But despite the heartache thousands of families are grappling with across the globe, the numerous careless men and women par...

Christina A lot has happened. And truthfully, much of it has been hard to put into words because it’s been hard to fathom altogether but here goes. Towards the end of January and the beginning of February, the disease emerged, dampening Chinese New Year celebrations overseas. It was barely important enough to make American headlines. But it was there, lurking and festering, waiting for the opportune moment to attack. Until one day, the waiting was over. Coronavirus strikes in Wuhan. Still, my life proceeded as normal, and today, just thinking about the number of high fives that I’ve shared and the number of times that I involuntarily touched my face is enough to make me wince. Students joked about it at school while unbeknownst to us, this virus wasn’t the flu, and it was taking things that didn’t belong to it: lives, souls, hope. Oh, the irony. Approximately a month later, the effects of globalism were becoming apparent, and once the bystanders of this disease and the insensitive, ig...