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Regardless of the amount of time I spent in the ocean, the marine organism I would always choose to be is the cuttlefish. An intelligent mollusc, it surpasses the octopus in overall coolness by possessing the ability to “strobe”, change both color and texture rapidly, and be cuter. Much, much cuter. So, for those two years scuttling around the ocean floor, I would happily hypnotize my prey, hide from my enemies and have a really good NOVA documentary made about me. I probably could not maintain my current vegan lifestyle, but that’s true of most interesting marine organisms. I wonder if I could kiss other cuttlefish or if our neurotoxic saliva would get in the way… Ho hum! Life as a sea-dweller is complicated indeed.
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On the hour-long bus ride to and from school, I had a lot of time to think about things as a little girl. What I would be like as president, what the truth could be behind the story of Santa Clause and what life might be like after death. I imagined a place where all those who passed would be greeted by whoever seemed most suitable. An avid Christian might see Christ. An atheist, Darwin. If you were more dedicated to your loved ones who were beyond, you might see them. And then you would be taken to live whatever you wished, someplace new, a period in your life, the past… But all this, I was convinced, would probably be in your own head. It would simply be a shift of consciousness; your own projection of what a Heaven-like place might be. But, now I live in a place where I can’t believe that the brain continues processing after it ceases to pump blood. I live in a place where every choice I make is overshadowed by the fact that I have to make the most of what little time I have left. So, for me, heaven is any moment where I can forget that there will never be one after all this.
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I love my best friend. He is a wonderful person. Except he has this habit of whining about everything. I really wish I could tell him, but he’s so sensitive that I’m afraid he would become severely insulted and I don’t like to hurt people’s feelings. I sometimes don’t want to pick up the phone because he just whines and whines about everything in his life that’s so bad. I just wish he’d do something about it instead of just complaining. He has the power to change his life and refuses to see it. But to spare his feelings, I just shut up and listen.
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I have caved into peer pressure several times. If I could go back in time and change one, I would choose the time when started branding myself as a “bad girl.” I was in seventh grade and thought it was cool to be bad and when I was offered beer and cigarettes at a party, I said yes even though I didn’t really want it. A good girl would have said no and left the party, the girl I had been, but I didn’t want to be that girl anymore. I’m sure if I had just made that one simple decision, my life would have been way different. For better or worse though, who would know?
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