human nature: the shared psychological attributes of humankind that are assumed to be shared by all human beings; "a great observer of human nature"


What is human nature? Is it defined by the position of the planets, or fate pounded with God? No human is exactly the same-- nature vs. nurture, even fingerprints-- yet somehow, we are classified by what drives us... what makes us tick. Theorists announce that free will drives us, the ability to make decisions; yet, what of communism? There's so many traits that humans have around the world, and so many arguments; it seems impossible to classify us in one to several categories, especially with modern scenarios.


The theories revolving around morality are the most controversial, mainly because most of them don't have as much religious bias. There are many views on the subject-- moral realism, subjectivism, relativism, absolutism, universalism, nihilism, amoralism, and several other "-isms" that make your head hurt-- yet they all regard the origin and nature of human morality. The theories vary from amoralism, which notes that there is no concept of morals, so everything is not right and wrong; to moral realism, which is the theory that states that certain things are right or wrong regardless of human opinion on the topic. 


With religion, nature vs. nurture, and influences from other sources, theories range and tend to wander when it comes to human nature. It's easy to agree, but when you look closer, you can manage to disagree. Some of these theories almost suggest human kind to stop questioning judgements, that we should stop being curious. What would become of our society? Throughout history, people questioned the laws and judgments of their superiors to bring a better outcome to their people. Without these traits that these "rules" seem to look down upon, we'd be set back years in our progression.

CHEER STATE

For me, the hardest part of competing in cheerleading was not the nerves; it was the judges. Not only when we were all in hardcore cheer mode did the music stop, but none of our stunts fell. We were aiming for 100%. Our scorps were hyper-extended. Our heel stretches were almost up to our heads; and yet, in that one fatal moment, the music stopped. That could have been a devastating moment for any team; yet we held our composure and started counting. The routine would have been flawless if it weren't for the technical error, which in no way possible was our fault. We should have been rewarded for our composure and our technicality, but we were scored almost if we were deducted.

We spent so much time on the routine for what we thought was a disappointing outcome. We placed fourth, which really isn't that bad, but in our practices, we were coaxed into thinking that we should at least place third or better; there was no "Well... This could happen..." involved, it was straight, inferred "Hey, we have a chance to beat Valley, but nothing is going to steer us from second place." I wish we were judged fairly.


We deserved to win; the past graduating classes expected us to be not as strong the team last year... Our main goal, besides to win, was to prove them wrong. I believe we succeeded. 

Mohawk Fire!!

HAI

Hanging out with friends can give you useless information that, in some ways, can be deemed useful. A lifetime of doodling on paint can help in projects, and if your oven suddenly blows up you can microwave pizza! On a slightly less useful note, in the future, (we figured this out while chilling in the man cave) if you have your appendix you can breathe underwater... If you're unlucky enough to get your gallbladder removed (like my uncle, hahaha), you will be experiencing a sex change. If you have your tonsils, you will spontaneously combust; if you have yours removed, then you will grow wings. Yup, I'm not a conspiracy theorist... I swear.

           

 One of my pet peeves at school is how you can now get kicked out of the lab for going on paint. Not only is paint my favorite way to waste time in class, paint is really the only productive thing I get done! The wolf-thingy pictured at the right I started in like 7^th grade. I started shading last year. I want it done. It’s obsessive. Asdfghjkl;. 

On another note, Angelica’s cat isn’t fat. It’s muscle. We have a long history with cats. Every time we step into a place with animals, we somehow take something home. One day, we were harmlessly looking for snakes to compare with Bubbles, my cousin’s pet boa constrictor. Kittens were on display… Our hearts instantly melted. One hour later, we had a very noisy kitty at home; currently, at Angelica’s, said kitty is now clawing up my leg. How does this work?

Halloween night, my brother ate the floor. I dragged him around till he grabbed some pants off of somewhere and threw them at me; I quickly tossed them in the other room and went back to Skype. Ten minutes later, as soon as I was going to send my essay to Dykstra, (this was one of the 192370912873429873 reasons/"distractions" why I didn’t turn my essay in on time) my brother starts screaming, “CHANEL, MY PANTS ARE ON FIRE!!!1! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!” Before I could admire my blind toss on the chandelier, I realized that indeed, they were on fire.