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Senior Spotlight: Abbey Heinze
Senior Spotlight: Max White

Senior Spotlight: Max White

Feat. Caleb Arndt

Senior Spotlight:
                      Abbey Heinze

    Even if you’ve never talked directly to Max, you ought to recognize him as the face that rises above all others in the hallway between classes. Aside from being tall, he has pastimes such as art, video games, and being thankful. The next time you find yourself face-to-face with Max, be sure to ask him what, exactly, he is thankful for today.   

Alex: When and where?

Max: Eau Claire, WI, 7/12/05

Where have you lived?

Born here in Eau Claire. Moved to Maryland when I was 3. Moved to New Jersey when I was 6. Moved to Georgia when I was 8. Then I moved to Virginia when I was 12. Moved back up here when I was 13.

Where is your favorite place that you have lived?

Virginia, because I lived there the least, and I had friends. 

How tall are you?

6’7”

Favorite memories?

Sleeping on the floor in Biology. Hanging out with Caleb.

Regrets?

None; no regerts.

If you could change one thing about Immanuel, what would it be?

Allow opaque water bottles again

Favorite year of high school?

This one. Senior. I can drive.

How many hours per day, on average, do you spend playing video games?

(Doing math) About 5 hours per day, on average. Twelve on weekends.

What will you miss most about high school?

Prof. Rodebaugh and volleyball game watching.

Advice for freshmen?

Don’t be annoying. Make friends with upperclassmen so they can drive you places. Don’t be annoying.

Plans post-Graduation?

Going into the Air Force. 

What about after the Air Force?

I don’t know yet. Make money.

If you were a freshman, who would you be?

Kayden, because I want to know what it’s like to be 3’2”.

Caleb: If you were an instrument, what would you be?

Bassoon. They’re long.

C: What’s your favorite muscle group to hit?

Quads and glutes.

C: If you were a nail, what kind of nail would you be?

Upholstery nail.

C: If you were to commit a crime, what would it be?

Petty theft, probably.

Cable: I’d probably do arson.

C: If you were a Pop-tart, what flavor would you be?

Strawberry, for real.

C: Do you believe in yellow peas?

No.

A: Do you believe that if you had been the general of the Confederate army at Fredericksburg, the South would have won the battle?

Probably not. Actually, I’ve learned some mad strats from video games.

C: Favorite sock?

Calf-height.

C: If you were trapped on a desert island, which three people would you want to have with you?

Gordon Ramsey, to chef up some food. Tyler1, for housing. Michelle Obama.

C: If you got kidnapped, what car would you want to be kidnapped in?

Kei truck.

C: If you could live in 1 time period, when would it be?

Max: Do I have the knowledge I have currently?

Cable: No.

Probably now. Healthcare, survivability, technology.

Favorites

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Food: Sushi

Color: Grey (with an e)

Weather: Not snowing, but under 50 and above 0

Prof: Rodebaugh

Class: Biology or English 12

Game: League of Legends

LoL Champion: Sett

Sport: Volleyball

Time of Year: Daytime

Song: “She Threw the Burger out the Car” by Lil Lawn

Freshman: Kayden Lillo and Michael Lang

Sophomore: I don’t know any sophomores. Levi?

Junior: Joe, for sure. Joe’s a real one.

Senior: Me.

Choir piece (while in choir): Fum, Fum, Fum

Pop-tart flavor: Smores

Type of painting: Graffiti

Bear: Japanese Sun Bear

Delivery company: UPS

Country: Japan (“they make a lot of anime”)

Anime: One Piece

Pastime: If it’s not videogames, it’s drawing.

Class to sleep in: English 12 

Male name: Alfonso

Female name: Bernice

Where do you see Max in 1o years?

Max: Probably not homeless.

 

Cable: Definitely not in the military. He’d be like, “I wanna go home. I wanna play League.” (Max: It’s not like I can’t play video games in the military.) Probably still suck at parking.

 

Aly: Still living in his parents’ house, drawing a ton of really cool looking but weird characters, mooching off of what Jacob cooks.

A: When and where?

A: December 19th, 2004, Eau Claire, WI

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A: Favorite memory from high school?

A: Prof Rodebaugh’s cookouts… hanging out with everybody as a class outside of school.

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A: Advice for freshmen?

A: Just be nice… not a lot matters freshman year to be honest… Well, I shouldn't say that… a lot of what people think of you freshman year doesn’t matter in the end. 

 

A: What are your hobbies?

A: My hobbies? um… I like to be outside a lot, so basically anything outside. And I have gotten into reading a little bit more. That’s pretty much it.

 

A: What are your plans after high school?

A: My plan is to come back to ILC for the teaching program. Once I graduate, either teach for CLC schools or just teach at private local schools.

Where do you see Abbey in 10 years?

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Rachel: Married with two kids, aesthetic Pinterest house. She's like a Pinterest mom. A great school teacher at Messiah. She likes to bake little treats and stuff. 
 

Favorites

Color: purple

Season: summer

Movie: Tangled

Bible passage: Isaiah 60:22

Book: Harry Potter

Hymn: “Now the Light Has                Gone Away”

Prof: Prof Weis or Dr. Dan

Class: choir

Aly Roth

Alex Radichel

Senior Spotlight: Jonathan Brandle + Noah Thurow

Joint Senior Spotlight:
Jonathan Brandle / Noah Thurow

    Since freshman year, they’ve been two of the more fun students in our class. However, a brief chat with either or both of them at the right moment reveals more than the only two non-Andy seniors who are sticking with basketball to the bitter end.

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When and where?
    Jonathan: Madison, Wisconsin. March 31, 2005.
    Noah: Burnsville, Minnesota. July 25, 2005.

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How tall are you now?
    N: 7’2”.
    J: 7’2”.

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Favorite high school memories?
    J: Kwik Trip / Wal-mart runs with the boys.
    N: Same for me.

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Regrets?
    J: Being short.
    N: Not working out freshman year.

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If you could change one thing about Immanuel, what would it be?
    J: The logo. The no hugging rule.
    N: The no hugging rule. You haven’t been seen by Prof. Weis five times in one  semester.

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Favorite year of high school?
    J: Sophomore, because I had Ryan and all of them - no, senior. It’s been fun.
    N: Probably this year, because it’s been fun for the amount of time I actually had my car.

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How many hours per day, on average, do you spend playing video games?
    J:  I’d say 45 minutes on a weekday for me. Weekend like 2 hours.
    N: Half an hour, now. Probably 2, 2 and a half on the weekend.

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What will you miss most about high school?
    J: The dorm. I won’t really miss the girls as much as the guys.
    N: The dorm, and the people.

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Plans for after graduation?
    J / N: Mexican drug lords together. 
    A: What if you can’t be Mexican drug lords?
    J: Definitely a superhero. Superhero who saves the city of Eau Claire every night.
    N: Architect in Eau Claire.

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If you were a freshman, who would you be?
    J: Gabi Radichel.
    N: I’ll say Gabi too.

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If you were to commit a crime, what would it be?
    J: Murder. Or kidnapping. Or a bank robbery. 
    N: Pick one for me. But don’t tell me.
    A: Public indecency.

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Advice for freshmen?
    J: Don’t date your first year. Be active. Have fun with the people you’ll be around.
    N: Don’t waste your time being solitary. 

 

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Favorites

Prof- Dr. Dan

Class- Study halls with Prof. Rodebaugh

Food- 

    N: Hot ham & swiss 

    J: French dip

Sport- Basketball

Time of day-

    J: Night 

    N: Dusk

Class (year): 2023

Senior- 

    N: Jonathan

    J: Noah

Bear- Panda

Male name-

   N: Jehoshaphat 

   J: Jaquarius

Where do you see Noah and Jonathan in 10 years?

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J / N: Next door neighbors.

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Cable: Noah is in his Mom’s basement, still watching the Disney+ movies from A to Z.

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Ben R. (on Noah): He’ll usher at the same church as Kirk Cousins, who will be his biggest fan.

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Blake: On the streets.
 

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Alex Radichel

Senior Spotlight: Rachel Haslett

Random Acts of Kindness

Random Acts of Kindness

Senior Spotlight: Rachel Haslett

A: When and where?

R: Belleville, IL June 23, 2005 at around 7 A.M. but that's not important

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A: Advice for freshmen

R: Don’t sit in your room all the time because that’s what I did last year and I was sad and lonely. Talk to people. Very important. 

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A: Favorite memory here

R: When Salome and I tied a wasp to a piece of floss and flew the wasp around the room. Salome, do you remember that?

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A: Plans after high school

R: Going to culinary school in Illinois or coming back to Eau Claire. After culinary school I want to open my own apartment bakery thing and live above it. Saves money. Preferable on the Gulf Coast in Florida.

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A: Some of your hobbies

R: Gym, baking. Does napping count as a hobby? Choreographing dances.

Favorites:

Bible passage: Isaiah 41:13
Prof: Prof Weis
Color: light pink or light yellow
Class: Algebra II
Movie: probably some Disney movie or Harry Potter
Song: Everybody Wants to Rule the World by Tears for Fears

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Any last words?
R: Have a great day! Live, laugh, love!

Where do you see Rachel in 10 years?

Dr. Dan: Smiling, sitting on a beach, chilling out. How ‘bout that? Living out of a van.

 

Andy: Owns a corner cafe somewhere; bakes stuff. She’s really cool. Every customer likes her because she’s nice. 

 

Natalie: She’s gonna have two or three kids, she goes on a lot of vacations but she lives in the Midwest. Her house is super aesthetic and pretty… she's a stay at home mom and she bakes a lot. 

    Did you know that February 17 is National Random Acts of Kindness Day? I’m going to go ahead and guess that this is news to you. This “holiday” was initiated in 1995 in Denver, Colorado, by a nonprofit organization called The Random Acts Of Kindness Foundation. It’s not something that is hard to take part in, by any means. Here are a few ideas to kick-start the randomly kind person inside of you!

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  • Give an unexpected compliment

  • Let someone cut in front of you in line

  • Let a friend know you appreciate them

  • Write someone a little note/letter of encouragement

  • Help someone study for a test

  • Hold the door for someone

  • Help your dorm friend with their job

  • Talk to/get to know someone new

  • Thank the kitchen workers for your meal

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    Those are just a few of the many, many ways that you could make someone’s day! And don’t just do these things today; do them every day! It can make a big difference!

The History of Valentine's Day

Aly Roth

The History of Valentine's Day

Love Poem

Izzy Roehl

     It is estimated that 145 million Valentine’s Day cards are exchanged every year in the U.S. alone. In the Philippines February 14 is the most common wedding anniversary day. According to Google, a majority of Americans are planning to celebrate Valentine’s Day with their family and friends in some way. This annual celebration of love has been occurring since the end of the 5th century. But how did Valentine’s Day get started in the first place? 

     There are many legends and myths surrounding Valentine’s Day, making this question difficult to answer. Historians agree that Valentine’s Day gets its name from a Catholic saint named – you guessed it – St. Valentine. However, the Catholic church has recognized at least three different saints named Valentine or Valentinus, so we’re not quite sure which Valentine is the Valentine. Some sources say he was Bishop Valentine of Terni, others don’t mention any town or city whatsoever. 

     As mentioned before, there are many legends about what St. Valentine did and how he became the namesake for this celebration.

     One legend states that Valentine was a Roman priest in the third century. Emperor Claudius II decided around that time that single men were better soldiers, so he made marriage for young men illegal. Valentine thought that was unjust and so he went against this decree and continued marrying people against the emperor’s edict. When Claudius found out, he had Valentine executed.

     It is also contended that Valentine was killed for assisting persecuted Christians in Roman prisons by helping them to attempt escape. This led to his own eventual imprisonment. While in prison, he fell in love with a young girl who may have been the daughter of the jail warden. He is supposed to have sent her a note signed, “from your Valentine.” This could explain how the exchange of modern day valentines was begun.

     We all know that there are 365 days in a year, and 366 in a leap year. So why is Valentine’s Day celebrated on February 14 of all the days in the year? There are two possible answers to this question. The first is that this timeframe was chosen to commemorate the anniversary of either the burial or death of St. Valentine. However, the most likely explanation is that Pope Gelasius I made February 14 Valentine’s Day to remember St. Valentine. He did this in an attempt to combat the celebration of Lupercalia, a pagan Roman festival that took place on February 15, with a more Christian-oriented celebration.

     Valentine’s Day has changed over the centuries, beginning as simply a church festival day in Europe to a worldwide celebration when people show their love to their family and friends through notes, cards, or simply a “happy Valentine’s Day”. Of course, we cannot come close to showing love to others as Jesus showed love to us by dying for our sins on the cross. Let us always remember that at every time of the year.

Love Poem

To the one who inspires me, 
To the one who makes me see
That I don’t have to be perfect 
To be loved truly

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To the one who makes me laugh
When no one else can it seems
To the one who knows me better
And can see all my dreams

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You see me at my worst 
When I feel like I’ve failed 
You’ve always been there to hold me
And your love has never stilled

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My love for you is bright and burning
Though sometimes it's a churning
Mess I can’t seem to make sense of
But alas that is my love

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Before you take me
There’s  things you must know
I’m broken, bruised,
But sometimes it won’t show

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I beat myself up
About things I could’ve done
To show you that I think
You are the one

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Even though all these things
To me are mistakes
Somehow you take them 
And make me feel perfect anyway

 

Anonymous

Caleb Eichstadt

Religion in Community:
Tarpon Springs Epiphany

Religion in Community: Tarpon Springs Epiphany

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     January 6th may mean little to you, but to the young male members of St. Mark’s in Tarpon Springs, Florida, it is the opportunity to become a man. 

     January 6th is Epiphany, a church holiday Christian churches, including the CLC, celebrate. This is when we recognize the coming of the wisemen. This is a very important Bible story because it represents the fact that Jesus came to save all people, Jews and Gentiles alike. We usually celebrate this with church on the closest Sunday, hearing a sermon on the wisemen, and maybe singing some Epiphany hymns. The members at St. Marks take it just a bit further; so much further that it has become a tourist attraction. 

     St. Mark’s is located in Tarpon Springs, the sponge capital of the world. Many Greeks settled in Tarpon Springs to be a part of the sponge diving industry. With them, the Greeks brought their Eastern Orthodox Christianity, resulting in churches like St. Mark’s. The Eastern Orthodox churches are known for their tall ceilings and beautiful artwork. The roofs have large domes to represent heaven. 

     While the church brings in many tourists to stand in awe of its beauty, the real attraction is the sponge dive. The Cross Dive in Tarpon Springs, held every January 6, is considered to be one of the largest celebrations of its kind in the Western Hemisphere. They regard it as a commemoration of the baptism of Jesus. This is a huge event for the Greeks and everyone in Tarpon Springs. At this time, the population nearly doubles. 

     Bernadine Racoma explains that the celebration begins when the Archbishop of the Greek Orthodox of America, assisted by the Greek Orthodox clergy presides over the annual ceremony on the water’s edge of Spring Bayou. The Archbishop blesses the boats and the waters. A white dove, a symbol of the Holy Spirit, said to have descended from the heavens when Jesus Christ was baptized, is released before a white wooden cross is tossed by the Archbishop into the waters of the bayou.

     Greek-American youths aged 16 to 18, as many as 70, stand on a row of fishing boats in the water. When the cross is hurled, the boys dive into the murky waters to search for it. The one who successfully finds it is said to be lucky and blessed for the whole year. He will join a procession amid cheers from the crowd to the church where a short service will be done in his honor before he receives the Archbishop’s blessing.

Although this takes place in Florida, it is still on January 6th. There may not be icebergs floating around in the water, but I would not be caught diving in any water at this time. 

     We may not be Greek Orthodox, but watching the cross dive is a very cool experience. If you aren’t much into big crowds and all the tourists, Tarpon Springs is still brimming with history and fun in its off-season. A few blocks down from the church are the sponge docks. There are many boat tours you can take to see where they get the sponges. Countless shops sell sponges, Greek food, and treats. One store has a movie on the history of Tarpon Springs, along with many framed articles about its history.

     Whether you go to Tarpon Springs, Florida to watch the cross dive and be reminded of the wise men, go to see the historic church, or just stop in to buy a t-shirt to prove you’ve gone, you are bound to see the impact that Epiphany holds for this historic community, both religiously, and economically. 

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Ella Bernthal

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BftP: Usage of Fillers

Blast from the Past

A Spot of Randomness

On average, 100 people choke to death on ballpoint pens every year.

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Spiral staircases in medieval castles run clockwise. This is because all knights used to be right-handed. When the invading army would climb the stairs, they would not be able to use their right hand, which was holding the sword, because of the difficulties of climbing the stairs. Left-handed knights would have had no trouble, except left-handed people could never become knights because they

were assumed to be descendants of the devil.

 

Americans, on average, eat 18 acres of pizza every day.

 

Four out of five children recognize the McDonald’s logo at three years old.

 

If your stomach doesn’t produce a new layer of mucus every two weeks, it will digest itself.

 

101 Dalmatians, Peter Pan, Lady and the Tramp, and Mulan are the only Disney cartoons where both parents are present and don't die throughout the movie.

 

The word “school” comes from the ancient Greek word for “leisure.”

March 2021

Usage of Fillers

   So, um, filliers and stuff are kind of a big thing in English. You might notice that, uh, people often use “uh” to stall for time when giving speeches, trying to remember things, and stuff like that. It’s kind of sad how deeply fillers have seeped into this language. Another form of fillers is, like, repeating what you just said in other words. If I just used different words to say the same thing, that would be a filler. Using ‘really’ instead of more detailed words is also a really common filler. Like, really. It would probably be a good idea to stop using fillers in our everyday language because it just makes things kind of awkward and shows our lack of like, social skills and stuff.

Triniti Mayhew

groundhog day?

Micah Fossum

Lydia Strike

BftP: A Spot of Randomness
Chess: A Growing Interest
Groundhog Day?

Chess: A Growing Interest

    Recently, we hosted a chess tournament in the Commons at Immanuel. It was a good turnout of six people, which is a great starting point. Everyone had a pretty good time at the tournament, playing very casual games for fun. We played for about an hour. One thing that surprised me from preparing for this tournament was the large amount of interest growing for chess. People who I never knew played chess, beginners and more skilled players, all were in favor of a tournament. Hopefully, we will plan another tournament in the future, and more people will be able to come who were unable to attend the first one. I heard one comment around the school saying that they have been hearing people talk about chess throughout the day, and that makes me excited to know people are interested in something I am passionate about.

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I Propose a Toast

       He had been teaching high school for 30 years and thought he had seen everything, but what he witnessed that day totally took him by surprise. English 11, the pristine Professor Dr. Daniel Schiernbeck’s favorite class of the day, was sitting hands folded in obedient attention at 2:05. The graceful Dr. carelessly waltzed into the room scrunching his nose slightly at the smell of musty freshman who had moved to the next classroom. He’d get them a new classroom he thought to himself so we needn’t smell the awful smell of … toast? He’d smelled freshman, month old sandwiches, and boys who hadn’t showered since summer, but this was different. He smelled toast, fresh in the toaster toast that smelled like toast. Toasty toast that was toast on both sides. He would catch who broke the one classroom rule. No toast of any kind.  He casually greeted the class and, as any wise teacher would, wandered through the desks glancing unnoticeably for toast. He taught his lesson while wandering so that no one would suspect he knew. At 2:49, he swiftly turned to the student next to him and said “Please turn to pg. 37. Read the third line.”  The book read “ I propose a Toast.” The student looked up without time to scream. The students gasped at the dead boy who had been murdered with a toaster. Dr. Daniel casually walked away. “As your classmate read,” Dr. Daniel announced as a smile curled at his lips, “I propose a toast. A toast to the future of obedient students.”  -In honor of national toast day February 23 ( adapted from a true story.)

    Americans have a history of odd celebrations and observances, from Presidents’ Day to Talk Like a Pirate Day (which Krispy Kreme completely ruined by withdrawing their free donuts back in 2017). At the forefront of this formidable group stands the odd tradition we call Groundhog Day.
   In case you didn’t go to an American school in the past century and therefore are unfamiliar with Groundhog Day, I’ll provide a brief account of the tradition: a roided-out half-rat, half-squirrel abomination pops out of its burrow on February 2. If the creature sees its shadow (i.e. the sun is shining), winter will continue for six more weeks. Otherwise, spring will “arrive early,” though what that means exactly is unknown.
   Groundhog Day comes from a Pennsylvania Dutch tradition which comes from a German tradition which comes from the Christian feast of Candlemas, or the Presentation of the baby Jesus at the temple, as proscribed by the ceremonial law and recorded in Luke 2 (hence why Candlemas/Groundhog Day, Feb. 2nd, is ~40 days after Christmas). Apparently, clear weather on Candlemas Day meant six more weeks of winter. I’m not sure when or why the badgers got involved, but when German-speaking immigrants put down roots in Pennsylvania, the badgers became groundhogs. Today, most grade school teachers celebrate with a series of fun activities, often including worksheets and live news coverage. 
   Now, the average lifespan of a groundhog is 6 years. However, according to Punxsutawney’s Groundhog Club, Phil has been predicting the weather since the town’s first event in 1887, making him at least 136 years old. Apparently, Phil takes “a sip” of the elixir of life each summer, which extends his life by seven years. Ignoring the extremely troubling moral points that raises, the Groundhog Club also maintains that Phil has never been wrong about his prediction. However, Phil’s predictions have been calculated to be about 40% accurate, meaning that theoretically, you might as well flip a coin to determine how long winter will last and get better results than Phil. Who knew?

Evan Kuehne

I Propose a Toast

Ella Bernthal

Alex Radichel

Love
Ash Wednesday

     Do you ever feel like you’re all alone? Like nobody is ever going to love you? I think we all do sometimes. At times, it can feel like the whole world is against me. It can also feel like we have failed so much that we will never be loved. It’s easy to believe those voices in your head telling you that you’re not enough. I’m sure there’s been times for all of us where it feels like we’re not good enough or we just keep missing the mark. 

     During those hard times when it feels like we’ve made too many mistakes to be loved, we have to remember Who will love us no matter what happens. Jesus died on the cross to save you from your sins. How can you say that you aren’t loved when Jesus went through all of that pain to save you? You are worth it and you are loved. You can’t change the past and you can’t change the fact that you’re a sinner, but through Him you have been forgiven and set free. No matter what happens in your life, you will always be loved. 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 says, “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.” Think carefully about those verses when you feel like you’re alone in this world because truly you are never alone. 

     In the song “Leaving Heaven” by Matthew West, there’s a line that says, “And if you ever wonder what my love is worth, well you should know, that I’m the reason you’ll be seeing Heaven.” We are loved so much that we get to see heaven and live there eternally, even though we know that’s not what we deserve. So next time you think you’re not worth it, not loved, or not good enough, think about how much Jesus loves you because you will always be worth it to Him. No matter how many people turn away from you throughout your life, He never will.

Love

Ash Wednesday

What is Ash Wednesday?

You may have heard these words being said frequently lately. Ash Wednesday is the first day of Lent. Lent is the season that looks forward to the humiliation, death, and suffering of Jesus. To some religions, Ash Wednesday focuses on repentance, when people confess their sins and tell of their devotion to God. In the Catholic faith, Ash Wednesday starts off the fasting for Lent. On Ash Wednesday, Good Friday, and every Friday of Lent, everyone above the age of 14 can’t eat meat. On just Ash Wednesday and Good Friday, people from the ages 18-59 need to fast unless they have a health or medical exemption. Ashes are also placed on foreheads by the Catholic priests. However, to  Lutherans, Ash Wednesday has a different meaning. It reminds us of the fact that we are sinful and need a Savior. Ashes also remind us that we were made of dust and we will return to dust. Genesis 3:19 “In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.” We are reminded that sin is punishable by death. The way we are saved is by the perfect sacrifice that God sent for us, His only Son, Jesus. A lot of people may also get ashes placed on their foreheads as a reminder of these things. Even though we don’t do this, we are still able to be reminded of the meaning of Ash Wednesday: God’s perfect sacrifice for our sins. 

Connected or Cut Off?

     Social media is seen by the public as a way to connect, or at least that is what the site is promoted as. On the surface this may seem true. But the deeper one digs, the more they see how social media is isolating, cutting off real connections, and causing physical and mental health issues. To put it briefly, social media platforms, such as Instagram and Snapchat, are destroying teens' mental health without them realizing it. And when they do realize it, they are too addicted to stop.

Aly Roth

Anonymous

Connected or Cut Off?

     Throughout history, people have been self-conscious and tend to care a lot about what others think of them. Even Jeremiah, a great Old Testament prophet, doubted himself, and he had God on his side. He said to the Lord in the book of Jeremiah, "I don't know how to speak for I am only a boy" (NKJV Bible, Jer. 1:7). Self-doubt usually comes from comparison. Humans rate how good they are at things by figuring out how much better they are at something or how much better they look compared to their neighbor. For example, students may compare test scores, or how many minutes they play in a Varsity game. God himself warns us how dangerous this attitude is. In Proverbs 13:40 He writes “A tranquil heart gives life to the flesh, but envy makes the bones rot.”(NKJV Bible) The thing with social media is that it is very easy to become envious of things one doesn't have, most of which aren’t entirely as they seem. In an article from Business Insider, Yates writes:

“One of the problems with Instagram is that everyone presents the very best versions of their lives. So you can curate Instagram, you can take 100,000 shots if you want to before you actually share anything.” (Yates) This means what you see on Instagram is most likely only the best aspects of everyone else's life. Yates goes on to say that “Seeing the best version of everyone else’s life makes you feel deprived.” (Yates) McLean Hospital adds to this by saying that “Facebook, Instagram, and Snapchat increase the likelihood of seeing unrealistic, filtered photos at a time when teen bodies are changing… It’s not only celebrities who look perfect—it’s everyone.” (“Here’s How Social”) No matter where you turn on Instagram, a comparison is right around the corner waiting for you. 

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     Comparison on social media is more than comparing skills or looks. It's daily viewing things like relationships, travel, and lifestyle, all which are portrayed as perfect—things you don’t have. In reality, these are things no one has. No one has taken a perfect picture, in every country, with a different color wedding dress in every spot. When it is said like that, people aren’t jealous, because it's unreasonable. But if one scrolls long enough, they see over and over what looks like many people living this perfected lifestyle. In fact, one can find just about anything they may want or are struggling with, and on social media someone else will have gotten it right; someone else will have perfected it. Influencers tell you you’re living your life wrong if you don’t roll out of bed at 4:00 a.m. with a full face of makeup already done. From there you are unhealthy if you don’t go for a two hour run, do some yoga and drink a very distasteful looking green mix from a mason jar. Relationship goals have also become a big thing. If your boyfriend doesn’t bring you flowers every day… Queen! Get yourself a new man. If one isn’t talking 24/7 to their significant other, they obviously don’t care about one another. Although everyone would admit these things aren’t realistic or practical, social media portrays this idea that it is possible. Not even just possible, but normal, and if you don’t have it, you are behind. Behind, left out, not good enough, leaving you feeling alone, cutoff, like you are the only one who doesn’t have the perfect life. 

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     Seeing it once or twice may not affect you, but Common Sense Media reports that the average teen spends “nine hours of entertainment media per day”, meaning they see this over and over again. (Landmark Report) “Social media have become an indispensable part of peoples’ daily lives.” (EBSCO Publishing Service Selection Page - Ehost2, n.d.) This does more harm than most would imagine. A few weeks after COVID hit the UK, many teens were coming to doctors with symptoms appearing to be Tourette’s syndrome. The strange thing was they had no history of Tourette’s and neither did their family. Another unusual conundrum was that it was seen mostly in girls. This is odd because Tourette’s in teens is mostly seen in boys. After proper procedures and tests were done, doctors found out these teens weren’t experiencing tics from Tourettes syndrome after all. In “Is Tik Tok Causing Tics in Teen Girls?”, Kaputk explains:

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Studies show that they’re experiencing a movement disorder brought on by stress and anxiety… made worse by the pandemic and teens’ increased social media consumption. These tics are a complex way for the brain to release overwhelming stress. Essentially, their brains express an emotional stressor as a physical disorder. (Kaputk. “Is Tik Tok Causing Tics in Teen Girls?) 

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Those who have anxiety and depression are more likely to experience these symptoms like this. This is why it was showing up in girls more, because girls are more likely to have anxiety or depression. “When it comes to social media, this should be a wake-up call for us all.” (Kaputk. “Is Tik Tok Causing”)

So, if it’s hurting people so much, why do they keep going back? Yates explains:

When someone likes an Instagram post, or any content that you share, it’s a little bit like taking a drug. As far as your brain is concerned, it’s a very similar experience. Now the reason why is because it’s not guaranteed that you’re going to get likes on your posts. And it’s the unpredictability of that process that makes it so addictive. If you knew that every time you posted something you’d get a 100 likes, it would become boring really fast.  (Yates)

     Mcclean agrees saying “To boost self-esteem and feel a sense of belonging in their social circles, people post content with the hope of receiving positive feedback. Couple that content with the structure of potential future reward, and you get a recipe for constantly checking platforms.” (“Here’s How Social Media”).

   

      Now I doubt many people would agree that spending eight plus hours scrolling through social media is good for you. But, I doubt many people believe I am talking about you or someone close to you. When topics like this are brought up, we are quick to think “that’s not me,” or true, but she uses social media much more than I do. 

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     Over the last couple weeks I conducted a study to show how this is affecting some of our closest friends and families in the CLC. Thanksgiving break, Thursday to Sunday, was 96 hours total. In those 96 hours, students from Immanuel traveled home to see siblings, parents, grandparents and family, some of which they haven’t seen since Labor Day or before they came for school in August. During those 96 hours they had the Thanksgiving meal along with a few other meals, had one or more church services, and whether done or not, had assigned homework to complete. Last of all, in those 96 hours students went to bed for the night at least three times. 

 

   But, as much time as sleeping takes up during a day, plus all the activities we don’t normally get to enjoy, students spent an average of about 31 hours on social media. That is about â…“ of the weekend, amounting to one full 24 hour day plus seven more hours. Just to be clear, to get an average that high a lot of people had to spend well over 31 hours.

 

   Another study I conducted was to see how many people from the junior high school class at Immanuel were on their phones during the five minutes in between classes. Out of the 25        students in the Immanuel Junior class of 2024, 22 students pulled out their phones in between classes. The addiction is so consuming that most people can’t go five minutes without it. 

I decided to do my research paper on this topic because of a bet I made. Since I got a phone my freshman year, I have gone back and forth deleting Instagram and Snapchat and then re-adding them. I don’t need them, and my life was actually better without them. But, regardless of what I knew, I eventually would re-add the apps to my phone, only to waste hours destroying my mental and physical health.  

 

     The Sunday I came back from Thanksgiving break, Prof Schaller (ILC’s Choir Director) and I were discussing changes I had seen in my friends since they got a phone. He declared that he could go until Christmas without even realizing he had left his phone under his bed. (If you know him, you know this to be true.) He went on to say that no highschooler could do this. I said,“I could, and I want to.” I asked if I could leave my phone at his house for two weeks, and he could hide it. Sure I could just delete Instagram and not use it, but deep down I knew I wasn’t strong enough to do that on my own. When I looked around at my friends, their parents, and grandparents, I saw them wasting hours on their phones instead of doing homework, taking care of their kids, watching their kids' sports, and so on. I told Prof Schaller, “I need you to take it, because I’m not strong enough. This is not who I want to be and I’m going to do something about it.”

 

     This experience helped me in a variety of ways. It freed up time to study and hang out with friends. Simple things like folding laundry and getting out of bed in the morning became easier and faster, because I did not waste time checking my snaps or likes while completing these tasks. The most important thing I learned was how much I was on it, compared to how much I actually needed it. From my 2-4 hour phone usage a day, many would assume that I need it on a regular basis. But, going for two weeks without it showed me that I don’t necessarily need to carry it with me everywhere I go. After a day, I very rarely thought about it, and I never desperately needed it. In fact it affected my daily life rarely if at all. 

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     So what do you do about the addiction social media has created? Destroy all technology? Isolate yourself in the woods somewhere? Give up your phone like I did? Obviously, these things are mostly unreasonable. This worked for me as a highschooler, because I don’t need it for school. If I leave campus, I’m with an adult who could call someone on their phone if it was an emergency. If anyone really needs me, they can find me in the dorm, Commons, or the AC. For a lot of people this may not work because of the society we live in today. Technology is not only a useful thing, but a necessary one for most jobs. The problem is we tend to use it for things that are unnecessary. I don’t expect that everyone can just go without a phone forever, but something has to be done. Ask yourself, “Is this who I want to be? Is this the type of kid I want my son or daughter to be? Is scrolling through social media taking time away from my family and the things that are really important?” Although you may not be able to completely avoid using your phone, challenge yourself to set up rules which you or your family can try. Start off easy and make them harder later. Try going five minutes without it. Maybe commit to not taking your phone to the bathroom with you. Maybe you put a rule in place that phones aren’t allowed at family dinner. Try plugging your phone in a different room when you go to bed, so if you wake up in the middle of the night, you go back to bed instead of reaching for it. 

 

     There isn't a one-solution-fits-all, and I understand that. Everyone has different lives that require different things. But I do want you to question for yourself what you think is the right amount of time. Just because everyone spends hours on social media doesn’t mean it's good. You have to look at your life, and decide if you are using the time you have in a way that you decide is appropriate. You can read all the facts and have the head knowledge, but the change is up to you. I can't cut back on phone time for you, your mom can’t, and neither can your grandpa. This is your life. A smart person knows what needs to be done, but a wise man applies that knowledge.

missing pt. 1

Ella Bernthal

Missing

     Help me!

     That’s all the note said. Quinn stared at it as she sat in her lab, trying to decide what to do. Quinn Evans was a CSI in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. She was only 26, but she had learned and seen so much during her exciting job of evidence collection and analysis at the Milwaukee Police Department. She loved her job and always went the extra mile when she could. So what was she supposed to do now? Investigate the mysterious note left in the pocket of the jacket she had just bought, or leave it be as a dumb prank? You can never be too safe, right? Quinn figured, and proceeded to analyze the note.

     After the long process of thoroughly examining the small piece of paper, Quinn got a match in the MPD database. The fingerprints and DNA belonged to a 15-year-old boy named Oliver King. At first, Quinn thought nothing of it and just decided that the note was a joke of some sort. She got up to throw the note away when something on the screen caught her eye.

     MISSING

     As she looked closer at Oliver’s profile, she realized that he had been missing for 8 months. 8 months!?!?, she thought, and they still haven’t found him?!?! Why haven’t I heard about this? Quinn grabbed her laptop and hurried downstairs, as her lab was on the second level of the building, and knocked on the door of the precinct captain. “Come in,” Captain West replied. 

     “Hi, Captain. I just so happened to come across this,” she turned her laptop screen around, “while I was doing some research. What happened to this kid? I never heard about any investigation.” 

     Captain West sighed. “That investigation is a complete dead end. No one knew anything about where the kid could have gone or why. People couldn’t even remember the last time they had seen him. His parents told me that they had gotten a weird phone call from Oliver after school on May 15. They said that his voice didn’t sound right, it was rougher than usual, lower too. He had told them he was staying at his friend Jason’s house. When we talked to Jason, he said that Oliver had no intention of staying overnight. None of the school cameras could pick up where Oliver went after school, so we had to drop the investigation.”

     “Just like that, you dropped it?!” Quinn exclaimed. “Did you replay all of the camera feed from that day and have facial recognition filter through it? Did you try asking any of the teachers, or any of Oliver’s other classmates? When he first went missing did you even try to go out after him? There is no way that you did, otherwise, you would have had some kind of lead. I’m gonna find this kid. I can’t live with the fact that we just let this one go.” 

     Quinn was on the verge of tears as she stormed out of Captain West’s office. When she got back up to her lab, the dams broke and the tears fell fast. Quinn sobbed just thinking about Oliver. She had never even met the kid, but she had enough of a heart to cry for him, just a young boy with nobody even attempting to find him. Suddenly, a head poked in the door. “Quinn, what’s wrong?” 

     Her twin brother walked toward her. “I just- I just can’t believe that- that Captain would- would stop looking for this boy,” Quinn said between sobs as she turned the laptop towards Luke. They had worked many cases together over the years of their careers as CSIs. They worked well together, and everyone knew it. No one ever thought of the two of them as twins, however, because they looked so different. Luke was handsome with his perfectly cut, slightly wavy blonde hair and his piercing green eyes. She, in contrast, had long curly brown hair and icy blue eyes. They had gone to college together, graduated together, and then even been hired together. Luke had always been supportive and caring as Quinn went through her many emotional rollercoasters and now was no different. “We’re going to find him. I already know that’s what you're planning, Quinn, and I’m going to help you.”

     Quinn looked up. “Okay, but I’m not sure how we are going to do this.” 

     “I think I have a few ideas,” Luke grinned. 

     The next couple of days were fairly slow at work for the duo, so they spent all of their extra time formulating a plan, and figuring out ways to find Oliver. 

One night, as Quinn was dozing off on her desk, Luke yelled, “I got a hit on facial recognition!! Quinn, come look at this!”

     Quinn was jolted awake and quickly made her way to the computer Luke was working on. As he restarted the video feed, Quinn saw him. Oliver was at the airport, buying a flight to…”New York?! What? When was this? Why would he go there? Is he at the airport alone? Who’s with him?”

     “Slow down, Quinn. I don’t know yet, and we are going to wait until morning to figure it out, okay? You need to get to bed. It's already 11:15 and you were up at 5:00 this morning. We can look into this more tomorrow.” Luke started to pack up as Quinn protested.

     “Come on, Luke! We just got a good lead and we have to wait until tomorrow?”

     “Exactly right! Good listening skills, Quinny. Come on, let’s go.” He ushered her out the door, and they walked to the car. 

     When they got to the small townhome they shared, as Luke was about to shut his bedroom door, Quinn said, “Luke, thanks for helping me with this. It means a lot to me to be able to find this boy.”

     “I’m always glad to help, Quinn,” and with that, the siblings went to bed, eager to follow their lead on Oliver in the morning. 

 

     The next morning, Luke woke up to the smell of bacon. He groggily walked down the stairs and found Quinn making breakfast: eggs, bacon, pancakes, sausage, coffee, the works. “What time?” Luke asked as he walked into the kitchen, adjusting his eyes to the light. 

     “What time what?” replied Quinn, as she flipped another round of pancakes, smiling.

     “What time were you up? It’s only 8 o’clock and you’ve already showered, got a few extra groceries,” he motions to the grocery bags on the table, ”and made, like, a 27-course meal. When were you up?”

     “Honestly, Luke, you shouldn’t be so worried about me. I got plenty of sleep.”

     Luke glared at her, waiting for an answer to his question.

     “Ok. I was up at 5:30,” Quinn finally answered, walking to the table to finish setting it. 

     “Quinn,” Luke started but was cut off.

     “I’m fine. It's all fine. I feel amazing and not tired one bit.” 

     As Quinn finished her sentence, she yawned. “Not tired, huh?” Luke said, raising one eyebrow and smirking. 

     “That was a “bored-of-you-lecturing-me-about-my-sleeping” yawn, not a tired yawn,” Quinn replied, smirking as well, as she sat at the table by her brother. 

     They scarfed down the giant breakfast, barely pausing to breathe, cleaned up, and went on their way to the lab. While Luke went to tell Captain West the lead they had found, Quinn further examined the video footage. She discovered, after careful observation and a little help from Luke, that there was someone there with Oliver, a man. The dead giveaway that this man was with, or rather, had Oliver was the constant eye contact with the very nervous-looking boy and the many times that the man looked at the security cameras, anticipating his own arrest. The siblings managed to get enough of the man’s face on the camera that facial recognition could identify him as Axel Crackling. He was an internet ghost, with no social media, no class graduation list, no job association, and not even a single mention of his name. The only thing they found were some crimes, robberies, and murders, that were suspected to be connected to Axel, but never proven to be his doing. “I think we found our guy. What now?” Quinn said, giddy with excitement. She had finally found the criminal behind Oliver’s disappearance. 

     “Now we take this lead to Captain West and let her do the rest. She now knows who to look for, the possible man behind Oliver’s disappearance. We even discovered a possible place they could be,” Luke replied, knowing his sister would not like his answer. 

     “No, Luke. I’m not sitting here and letting others do the work on this one. This has become personal to me. I’m going to find Oliver, whether you’re coming or not!” 

     Quinn began to collect her belongings, stuffing her laptop into her backpack, along with her gun and a small lab kit, just in case. As she had expected, or maybe more so hoped, Luke reluctantly followed her lead, packing up his stuff for their quest. As soon as their gear was all together, they left, leaving no trace of where they were going, except for a note on Captain West’s desk.

Anonymous

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