13 Reasons Why: Yay Or Nay?

13 Reasons Why: Yay Or Nay?

You can't love someone back to life

I recently watch the new Netflix premiere series, 13 Reasons Why. [spoilers ahead] The show captures the bullying, sexual assault, and ultimately, suicide of a young girl, Hannah Baker. She goes through so much inner turmoil and deep sadness, and detachment from the world that ultimately leads up to her taking her own life. Many people watching this new show see it as a light being shed on bullying, however, it is really hurting those suffering from mental issues, or have attempted suicide or are suicidal.

Suicide is never an easy topic to talk about, but when you do try and tackle it you need to take into consideration that it stems from mental illness. Even though the actions caused by Baker's peers led her to feel that her life was not worth living, it reached a point where it could've been prevented by friends, family, and even the school guidance counselor. Ultimately, the show never touched the idea of mental illness or the fact that she was experiencing depression; the word that is so important in our society, yet no one is willing to talk about it. With 13 episodes explaining Hannah Baker's sadness from beginning to end, they never talk about how she is experiencing depression or the ultimate sadness and emptiness she felt when she took her life.

Instead of promoting growth and change in schools, the show turns into a 'how-to guide on suicide'. We watch this dead girl speaking over cassette tapes go from the typical high school student to the suicidal, dead girl. The writers are not helping our society and the stigma around suicide; instead, the writers make it feel like a social norm, like it doesn't stem from an illness, and it just happens.

Suicide is not something to be overlooked. Ultimately until the last episodes, you feel that she is still alive and somehow she would come back to life if the kids who brought her to this state's mental torture would bring her back to life. But it doesn't. Like one of the famous lines on the show, "You can't love someone back to life", "you can try"; no you can't. Once someone dies there is no way to bring them back. What was said is said, what was done is done; there is no way to bring Hannah Baker back or take back an of their actions, or lack of action.

Ultimately it is your choice whether or not you like this show, but just realize that it is unrealistic and avoiding the idea of mental illnesses and how it affects everyone.Netflix's new series brings to life the bullying that is happening every day, and it stigmatizes suicide in our society, but it does not show any intentions of preventing and helping those who are suffering. Keep this in mind next time you tell someone how much you love this show; just think about all those it effects without showing any sense of help.

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1. They will do anything for you, literally.

My stepdad has done any and every thing for me. From when I was little until now. He was and still is my go-to. If I was hungry, he would get me food. If something was broken, he would fix it. If I wanted something, he would normally always find a way to get it. He didn't spoil me (just sometimes), but he would make sure that I was always taken care of.

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2. Life lessons.

Yup, the tough one. My stepdad has taught me things that I would have never figured out on my own. He has stood beside me through every mistake. He has been there to pick me up when I am down. My stepdad is like the book of knowledge: crazy hormonal teenage edition. Boy problems? He would probably make me feel better. He just always seemed to know what to say. I think that the most important lesson that I have learned from my stepdad is: to never give up. My stepdad has been through three cycles of leukemia. He is now in remission, yay!! But, I never heard him complain. I never heard him worry and I never saw him feeling sorry for himself. Through you, I found strength.

3. He loved me as his own.

The big one, the one that may seem impossible to some step parents. My stepdad is not actually my stepdad, but rather my dad. I will never have enough words to explain how grateful I am for this man, which is why I am attempting to write this right now. It takes a special kind of human to love another as if they are their own. There had never been times where I didn't think that my dad wouldn't be there for me. It was like I always knew he would be. He introduces me as his daughter, and he is my dad. I wouldn't have it any other way. You were able to show me what family is.

So, dad... thanks. Thanks for being you. Thanks for being awesome. Thanks for being strong. Thanks for loving me. Thanks for loving my mom. Thanks for giving me a wonderful little sister. Thanks for being someone that I can count on. Thanks for being my dad.

I love you!

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From One Nerd To Another

My contemplation of the complexities between different forms of art.


Aside from reading Guy Harrison's guide to eliminating scientific ignorance called, "At Least Know This: Essential Science to Enhance Your Life" and, "The Breakthrough: Immunotherapy and the Race to Cure Cancer" by Charles Graeber, an informative and emotional historical account explaining the potential use of our own immune systems to cure cancer, I read articles and worked on my own writing in order to keep learning while enjoying my winter break back in December. I also took a trip to the Guggenheim Museum.

I wish I was artistic. Generally, I walk through museums in awe of what artists can do. The colors and dainty details simultaneously inspire me and remind me of what little talent I posses holding a paintbrush. Walking through the Guggenheim was no exception. Most of the pieces are done by Hilma af Klint, a 20th-century Swedish artist expressing her beliefs and curiosity about the universe through her abstract painting. I was mostly at the exhibit to appease my mom (a K - 8th-grade art teacher), but as we continued to look at each piece and read their descriptions, I slowly began to appreciate them and their underlying meanings.

I like writing that integrates symbols, double meanings, and metaphors into its message because I think that the best works of art are the ones that have to be sought after. If the writer simply tells you exactly what they were thinking and how their words should be interpreted, there's no room for imagination. An unpopular opinion in high school was that reading "The Scarlet Letter" by Nathaniel Hawthorne was fun. Well, I thought it was. At the beginning of the book, there's a scene where Hawthorne describes a wild rosebush that sits just outside of the community prison. As you read, you are free to decide whether it's an image of morality, the last taste of freedom and natural beauty for criminals walking toward their doom, or a symbol of the relationship between the Puritans with their prison-like expectations and Hester, the main character, who blossoms into herself throughout the novel. Whichever one you think it is doesn't matter, the point is that the rosebush can symbolize whatever you want it to. It's the same with paintings - they can be interpreted however you want them to be.

As we walked through the building, its spiral design leading us further and further upwards, we were able to catch glimpses of af Klint's life through the strokes of her brush. My favorite of her collections was one titled, "Evolution." As a science nerd myself, the idea that the story of our existence was being incorporated into art intrigued me. One piece represented the eras of geological time through her use of spirals and snails colored abstractly. She clued you into the story she was telling by using different colors and tones to represent different periods. It felt like reading "The Scarlet Letter" and my biology textbook at the same time. Maybe that sounds like the worst thing ever, but to me it was heaven. Art isn't just art and science isn't just science. Aspects of different studies coexist and join together to form something amazing that will speak to even the most untalented patron walking through the museum halls.

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