I know this may sound a little harsh, but on a weekly basis, I get three headaches just because of the hallway music.
It is a day just like any other. The sun came up (though it’s hard to tell) and everybody is going about their day like normal. All except me. Today is a somber day for me and any other member of the freak culture. Our colonel is long gone. Fifteen years to the day. Sure, when he took his life, I was no older than 3 years old and some change, so I wasn’t as affected as others. But the impact this man has had on my brief 18-year journey will last a lifetime.
Holy crummy casting, Batman!” At least that’s what a lot of fanboys started saying when the news dropped that the caped crusader would be played by none other than the glittery vampire himself: Robert Pattinson. And believe me, before I started writing this article, I was one of them.
In light of the release of Lifetime’s documentary, “Surviving R. Kelly,” a large conversation has taken place on social media over the seriousness of R&B singer Robert Kelly’s actions, and how people should respond to the claims.
On March 20, 2020, Governor J.B. Pritzker issued the first stay at home order which declared that all schools in Illinois close their doors and commence online learning. Since nothing is open and I have nowhere to go, I thought I’d take this opportunity to journal about my experiences during this social quarantine from April 1 to April 30.