Her Writing On The Wall

Following the jarring cliffhangers of Avengers Endgame, the anticipated release, Spiderman: Far From Home, fails to grip the audience as expected. The special effects and Disney-Channel level romance, unfortunately, did not do justice as the sequel to the Spiderman series.  The plot revolves around Peter Parker (Tom Holland), a not-so-average teenager who wants to leave his Superhero side behind when he goes on a school trip to Europe. The movie starts off with a memorial video at Peter’s school honoring those who died. Later on, we see Peter decides to give his superhero life a break, while he enjoys his vacation with his crush, MJ (Zendaya). However, he is caught by surprise when an unanticipated villain crashes his vacation.  The screenwriters (Chris McKenna and Erik Sommers) did a formidable job creating the plotline while having a standing challenge of matching the emotional heft of Endgame. The script, however, did lack a sense of substance and structure as it strictly

Hold onto your emotions For if anger acts Your soul is a flower in spring That cannot bloom. Hold onto your emotions For when your mind explodes Dignity is a nonexistent Like a highway with crossroads.  

When people talk about their childhood They speak as if it were an innocent child Who went out into the world and never Returned the same, and it makes me worry For the coming years, we have ahead filled with new experiences and moments, Novelty every step of the way, carefully walking on stepping stones on a pond Like a person walking on fire Burning and wincing every step of the way, then living One or two nights like everyone else With disregard to all new adventures.

Just like beginnings, why is it that everything must have an end? Why is it that last year always becomes the good old days? Why is it that we can never enjoy the moment that we’re in? Why is it that each day of the school year seems like a month long? Why is it that at the end of the day, the whole year feels like it took less than a week to go by? Why is it that the last day of school makes everyone nostalgic? Why is it that we are always late to realize that this will be our last Friday? Our last chem period? Our last sprint to class? Our last time spamming each other’s phones? Our last walk down our favorite hallway? Our last time that we’ll run on this track? Our last time in each and every classroom that we’re in? Why do these memories always bring us tears as nostalgia seeps into our minds? Just like beginnings, why is it that everything must have an end? What a terrible thing it is to botch a farewell. Mankind is one who believes in form, in the harmony of order. Where we

Asian-Americans only comprise of a mere five point four percent of the US population, but, since this racial group has the highest pay in the country, they are stereotyped as the “model minority.” Students are subject to face the disadvantages of discrimination. Unfortunately, these problems are more evident in society than we think with the start of discrimination happening at an early age.  In Fremont, Mission San Jose High School is the twentieth best high school in the state, and, as a result, people believe that all Mission students are smart, studious, and well-rounded. Before diving into a discussion on the pros and cons of a being a “model minority” stereotype, we must first answer what exactly it is.  This stereotype is the cultural expectation that every Asian-American will be smart, hard-working, wealthy, independent, and obedient. People, including teachers, assume that all Asian-American students are naturally great at studies. This leads to people thinking that t

All I want to know is why What occurred just as I feared, Ghosting me with no goodbye. Did you smile, or did you cry Because what you did set me to tears, And all I want to know is why. This helpless circumstance is what I wanted to deny But, why didn’t I see it when it was so clear Ghosting me with no goodbye. I saw the fog pouring into the sky. The storm awaits as you appear Because all I want to know is why. Your actions were not justified, But this guilt inside me began to sear, After ghosting me with no goodbye. I didn’t want what we had to die, So I still forgave you but became just your peer. All I wanted to know was why You ghosted me with no goodbye.

Food, how it finds its way into my mouth. People eat because they are hungry, Or emotional, Or bored. But, I, for one, do not eat for survival. I eat to eat. I spend my lunch socializing and neglecting food, So I can give it my undivided attention. As I open my lunchbag, I inhale the smell of the Indian spices, and the sweet scent of the strawberries. I scrape the remains of my food, so I can savour all the flavor. My eyes, Nose, And mouth,   All foes work together to embrace food. As I swallow every time, my soul and my body become one. Food, how it finds its way to my mouth. Goosebumps have an effect on my body. I see,  Feel,  And embrace this feeling. This beautiful aching of hunger is something I love to endure. When I’m finished, I wait, For another time when food will find its way into my mouth.

Rejection.  Rejection is, unfortunately, a necessary part of human life. While a rejection-less life may sound ideal, it is an essential part of your well-being. After we get past the initial sting, a holistic approach to reevaluate yourself is actually to your advantage. It makes you push yourself, it makes you realize that something wasn’t meant to be, it makes you look forward to better opportunities in the future, and, most of all, it makes you grow.   There are many hidden, underlying benefits of being rejected, but the most important ones are that it motivates you, it teaches you, and it reminds you. It reminds you that sometimes no just means not right now. It teaches you that taking a step back and looking at the bigger picture helps you understand that there are many other things in store for you. It motivates you to acknowledge that rejection is a favor in disguise and a way to get on the right track and is the best way to move forward with a positive mindset. Finally, i

Directed by Todd Strauss-Schulson and filled with a star-studded cast, the much-anticipated Valentine day release, Isn’t It Romantic, proves to be more than just a crowd-pleaser. With rom-coms making a comeback into Hollywood, this feel-good satire left its audience with a different type of cynical humor that only this cast could deliver. The film’s plot revolves around Natalie (Rebel Wilson), a cynical Australian architect living in New York City who despises romantic comedies. Since her childhood, she was always told that true love, the kind you find in the movies, was never made for girls like her. The movie starts off with her assistant and her debating the absurdities of rom coms. After deciding to become more open towards love, she knocks herself unconscious on the subway as she escapes being mugged and wakes up as the leading lady in a romantic comedy. Throughout the movie, the theater is filled with laughter as the movie pokes fun at the genre’s clichés. Wilson, relyi

This June will mark the 56th year since the Equal Pay Act was passed. President John F. Kennedy aimed to abolish the wage disparity based on sex. Even after half a century later, the wage gap has not come anywhere close to disappearing. In 1963, women earned only 59% of every paycheck that their male counterpart made; unfortunately, not much has changed, in 2018 women earned only a total of 77 cents every dollar of their male colleague. It is thought that in a progressive country like America, such problems like these would not arise. Although the quality of work done by women and men is equal, the monetary value is not the same. In the past decade, albeit the support for gender equality has increased, the wage gap remains omnipresent in all industries.  As power-hungry companies are questioned for their discrimination, they remain silent and in denial of any biases that they hold. The wage gap changes as the women ages, usually being at its peak when women are in their 30s and 4

Change.  Change is something that is inevitable.  Change is something that just happens. It makes you a different person, a more mature person, a better person. Change happens to everyone. Everyone changes. You’ve changed. I’ve changed. From starting this blog in sixth grade and writing about my life to going through middle school and now being a sophomore in high school, I’ve learned, and I’ve changed. Switching schools, making new friends, becoming more focused in life, foreseeing where my future path is,and altering my perspective on what lies in front of me has changed my vision on life and on my purpose.  That’s why I’ve decided to change the focus of this blog from more of a journal to a place where I’ll be writing about issues that I feel are necessary to address along with any interesting adventures that I encounter. I would like to make this blog more than just a place where I would speak about my experiences at school, but a place that I can speak up about anything and m

When living in such a diverse and accepting community, my bi-annual trip to India was definitely a shocker. I was left flabbergasted at the amount of sexism that exists in these misogynistic communities. Seeing this type of treatment of young girls gave me a sense of responsibility in that I should shed light on the issue of girls worldwide not having adequate information regarding their sexual health all due to the cultural taboos that they are surrounded by.  How do misogynistic communities affect adolescent girls going through puberty? In many countries, pubescent girls do not know enough about their reproductive health. The lack of sex education leads to a cultural taboo surrounding the topic of women’s health. This leads to higher rates of unplanned pregnancies, illegal abortions, and a higher mortality rate.  As girls worldwide are transitioning into the womanhood, the onset of menstruation marks the turning point in their lives. Although this is an experience shared by wom

Hey Guys! Good Morning! If you are new to my blog, I would like to introduce myself. Hi, I'm Monica Manmadkar, the blogger. I am a freshman in high school, and I write a blog about my life and others around me. I know its been a long time since I have posted something on here, but its been busy. I came into high school, and the workload was a lot. But, have no fear, I will be posting regularly from now on. Finals are here, and its bright and early. Everyone must be cramming to get those borderline grades up. I just wanted to put my motivation out there for those who think they can't survive these last two days of school. Don't Worry! Its the last stretch of this long journey you've been through the whole year. You got this! You can bring those grades up, and if you don't, then it is OK. This is just one semester of your whole life. You have a lot in front of you, such as more opportunities to prove to colleges that you deserve to be a student at their academ