Social Experiment

Social Experiment

In a new light.

Fear. They all live in fear. They fear everything and trust nothing and no one. The fear causes destruction. When someone fears they act and when they act in fear they often make the wrong choice. They love the fear. Ding. The doors of the subway car open up and twenty strangers walk into the trap. Twenty; that’s a good number. A wide array of people. All from different walks of life. A mixed bag of races, genders, personalities, incomes, and social statuses are on this train car. Welcome to my social experiment. By the end of this subway ride, my theory is that someone is going to die.

Forgive me, but I did not tell you how I was dressed. I am sitting in the corner of the car wearing a dark black three-piece suit with a black vest, white collared shirt ,and blood red tie. I also have black, shined leather dress shoes on my feet and a fedora on my head, and the outfit comes complete with a pocket watch and cufflinks. I look at the time on the circle watch connected to my vest with a golden chain. 9:30. The watch is returned to my pocket. Plenty of time. I read the newspaper in the corner, just trying to go unnoticed. The headlines made my heart leap for joy anger, hate, violence all the things that do my heart good.

Phase one. The car comes to a stop in the middle of a tunnel. Some people fly forward with the abrupt stop. Everyone wonders what is going on with fear in their hearts. I feed off the fear. The crowd murmurs and cries in outrage until the conductor comes on. “Sorry folks, but we had to make a quick stop for general maintenance concerns. Nothing to worry about.” The group groans and grows angrier. Anger comes from fear. Fear of the unknown the uncertainty of our collective future. They grow angry that the future is not certain. The future is never certain.

Phase two. The group has grown restless. They want to leave and the repairs have not been made yet. As the time passes they turn to their phones. What lovely inventions! They cause no one to think for themselves. They take away your individuality. They cause you to lack human skills. With the phones, everyone wants instant gratification and no one can wait and be human. They must get it now and be closed off in the bubble of their choosing. Don’t look outside and don’t think for yourself.

Once they are on the phones they call work and friends. Now for the second part of my experiment. Phones off! All the devices go silent. No signal and no service. Then the conductor comes on. “Um… folks we had to cut cell service to the car. There was too much interference with the issue at hand. We ask that you bear with us, ah…. And sorry for any inconvenience.

“What the hell?”

“Ah, come on!!” Many others are upset over this. The group starts to actually talk to each other. They discuss the situation and what it could be, and they do not even come close to the real cause of the hardship. Then it gets quiet. Too quiet. This is the kicker. Phase three.

Some people of the car realize that the police are on the tracks. They can see them through the windows. Then one of them catches a glimpse of the policeman’s back and they gasp at the words printed, “BOMB SQUAD.” “A bomb?” they wondered. “It makes sense that they cut the cell service, then; it must be a remote detonator." “Hold on, we do not know what it is, it could just be something that fell on the tracks,” another one said. But this group's rational thinking was long gone, and fear took over. “I can’t die today.” Some went to the door and started banging and demanding safety. “They can’t just let us die!” The doors of the car took blow for blow and the beatings of the passengers. They turned and started blaming one another once the conductor said this: “Well, folks, the train has been repaired and we can resume our normal course.” But only the car ahead of us in the train started moving. Our car stayed put and then the main lights went out and the emergency lights came on. The car was dark and the group imploded.

The banging grew louder. The screams of outrage became common. The younger members turned to crying. The screams of terror were music to my ears. Some were huddled in the corners, others hit the doors in attempts for freedom, others went to the emergency exit (that was stuck), and even more just complained and wined and demanded satisfaction. Dunk. The door of the car was forced open and one man fell out and collided with the train moving on the mirror tracks. The car was loud with misery. Well, this could not have gone better. I stand up and move to the center of the car. I put the newspaper under my arm as I lift my hat onto my head and reach into my pocket. 12:00. Noon, perfect timing. I reach into the other pocket and pull out the button and… Boom! The fire cleanses me as I gain new souls. I walk from the flames up to a city that has no idea what had happened down below. My newspaper in hand, I walk to the next victim. Oh dear… I have forgotten to introduce myself. My name is Lucifer.

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College As Told By Junie B. Jones

A tribute to the beloved author Barbara Parks.

The Junie B. Jones series was a big part of my childhood. They were the first chapter books I ever read. On car trips, my mother would entertain my sister and me by purchasing a new Junie B. Jones book and reading it to us. My favorite part about the books then, and still, are how funny they are. Junie B. takes things very literally, and her (mis)adventures are hilarious. A lot of children's authors tend to write for children and parents in their books to keep the attention of both parties. Barbara Park, the author of the Junie B. Jones series, did just that. This is why many things Junie B. said in Kindergarten could be applied to her experiences in college, as shown here.

When Junie B. introduces herself hundreds of times during orientation week:

“My name is Junie B. Jones. The B stands for Beatrice. Except I don't like Beatrice. I just like B and that's all." (Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus, p. 1)

When she goes to her first college career fair:

"Yeah, only guess what? I never even heard of that dumb word careers before. And so I won't know what the heck we're talking about." (Junie B. Jones and her Big Fat Mouth, p. 2)

When she thinks people in class are gossiping about her:

“They whispered to each other for a real long time. Also, they kept looking at me. And they wouldn't even stop." (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 66)

When someone asks her about the library:

“It's where the books are. And guess what? Books are my very favorite things in the whole world!" (Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus, p. 27)

When she doesn't know what she's eating at the caf:

“I peeked inside the bread. I stared and stared for a real long time. 'Cause I didn't actually recognize the meat, that's why. Finally, I ate it anyway. It was tasty...whatever it was." (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 66)

When she gets bored during class:

“I drew a sausage patty on my arm. Only that wasn't even an assignment." (Junie B. Jones Loves Handsome Warren, p. 18)

When she considers dropping out:

“Maybe someday I will just be the Boss of Cookies instead!" (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 76)

When her friends invite her to the lake for Labor Day:

“GOOD NEWS! I CAN COME TO THE LAKE WITH YOU, I BELIEVE!" (Junie B. Jones Smells Something Fishy, p. 17)

When her professor never enters grades on time:

“I rolled my eyes way up to the sky." (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 38)

When her friends won't stop poking her on Facebook:

“Do not poke me one more time, and I mean it." (Junie B. Jones Smells Something Fishy, p. 7)

When she finds out she got a bad test grade:

“Then my eyes got a little bit wet. I wasn't crying, though." (Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus, p. 17)

When she isn't allowed to have a pet on campus but really wants one:


When she has to walk across campus in the dark:

“There's no such thing as monsters. There's no such thing as monsters." (Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed, p. 12)

When her boyfriend breaks her heart:

“I am a bachelorette. A bachelorette is when your boyfriend named Ricardo dumps you at recess. Only I wasn't actually expecting that terrible trouble." (Junie B. Jones Is (almost) a Flower Girl, p. 1)

When she paints her first canvas:

"And painting is the funnest thing I love!" (Junie B. Jones and her Big Fat Mouth, p. 61)

When her sorority takes stacked pictures:

“The biggie kids stand in the back. And the shortie kids stand in the front. I am a shortie kid. Only that is nothing to be ashamed of." (Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed, p. 7)

When she's had enough of the caf's food:

“Want to bake a lemon pie? A lemon pie would be fun, don't you think?" (Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed p. 34)

When she forgets about an exam:

“Speechless is when your mouth can't speech." (Junie B. Jones Loves Handsome Warren, p. 54)

When she finds out she has enough credits to graduate:

“A DIPLOMA! A DIPLOMA! I WILL LOVE A DIPLOMA!" (Junie B. Jones is a Graduation Girl p. 6)

When she gets home from college:

"IT'S ME! IT'S JUNIE B. JONES! I'M HOME FROM MY SCHOOL!" (Junie B. Jones and some Sneaky Peaky Spying p. 20)

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