"How To Make My Sister’s Peach Cobbler" by Cydney F

  

 

My sister is 7 years older than me, we hardly ever see each other and we talk every other time when we are not busy which is very rare. But every time we are together for a long time, which is like a week or two, we make time to make her peach cobbler because it is my favorite dish to eat and make with her. My favorite memory of us making this dish was a couple years ago. She was visiting and we had just gone to the store and bought the ingredients for the cobbler. The reason this particular memory is so special is because this was the last time we had made the peach cobbler since she had decided to live up North, 8 hours away from home. We had lots of laughs and made such a mess and just created new memories with each other.

 

Ingredients for Peach Cobbler:

 

●      Large can of peaches (drain the syrup)

●      Brown sugar

●      Cinnamon

      ●      Nutmeg

●      Pie crust 2 (store bought)

●      Butter 

●      Huge tub of Vanilla Ice Cream

Tools:

 

●      A knife

●      Can opener 

●      Rectangular clear glass baking dish 

●      Measuring Cup 

●      A Stirring utensil

 

Steps:

 

1.     Open the can of peaches and drain the syrup

2.     Mix Peaches with Brown Sugar ½ cup 

3.     Pour nutmeg into peaches and brown sugar to your desire while stirring

4.     Pour cinnamon into peaches and brown sugar to your desire while stirring 

5.     Pour 3 teaspoons of vanilla

6.     Grease pan with butter 

7.     Lay one pie crust down in pan 

8.     Pour Peaches in

9.     Cut butter into half stick 5 pieces 

10.  Display the butter 1 in the center and 4 on the outside

11.  Put the other pie crust on top

12.  Spread melted butter on top of dough 

13.  Preheat oven to 375 °F

14.  When done preheating, insert the dish into the oven 

15.  Bake for an hour and constantly check on it

 

Once the dish is completely baked and the crust is golden brown, scoop yourself some vanilla ice cream and the peach cobbler heated up. I HOPE YOU ENJOY !!

"The Definition of Community" by Ezekiel R

 

What word comes to mind when you hear the word ‘Coronavirus’? Was it most likely quarantine? Over many months billions of people around the globe stayed inside to prevent the spread of this virus. This time could severely wear a person out mentally. Just four months into the worldwide shutdown, it was revealed by the CDC that over 40% of adults were struggling with depression and substance abuse. Suddenly, the public was eager to go back to work and reconnect with humanity after being away for what was a long time. But why is that? This is because we finally realized why community is important to society. As any student during March 13th of 2020, I was thrilled to know we were going to have an additional week of spring break. Although when the time started to pass slower and slower, I often found myself reminiscing. My grades reflected this slump I was falling in. So this is where I started to begin to search what a community truly is and why it is so important to be a part of one.

Firstly, the definition of a community is a feeling of fellowship with others, according to the Oxford dictionary. The definition also states how a community is formed with those who share the same attitudes, interests, and goals. Although it seems simple enough, the main principle of unity doesn’t fully do justice to why this word community is still so meaningful. It provides support to those within along with resources to be shared within. Starting with support allows for confidence to be built up within a community. The confidence part is necessary with anything in life, but it must start from somewhere. Justine Clarabut of wellbeingpeople.org mentions how vital support is a fundamental part of a community in the following,” With so much stress in the busy world we live in, there’s never been a more important time to help others struggling with their mental and physical wellbeing.” If you have ever partaken in an event where you had to be in front of an audience, then you understand just how crucial it is to have confidence. It's not limited to a sport or club event but that confidence

within yourself is built on the support given by your peers. This is why support should also be mentioned in the definition of community.

The next part that is to be represented is the importance of resources within a community. Resources are what can start a community. Furthermore, this is how civilization is created through multiple and larger communities. From a historical perspective, this is how the first civilization was created in ancient Egypt centuries ago. This is in humanity’s nature to share resources amongst each other. These resources are not limited to just physical items, as knowledge and ideas can also fall under this umbrella. With efficient use of resources, this comes back to the point of prospering and expanding the community.

Now the world is more open, I have felt a more positive change in my attitude and interactions with others. I have built a new appreciation for the communities I am a part of in school and my personal life. My emotions are more positive and I am more energetic with who I am around. After school started back in person, my mental state changed back to a calm state. But after testing in person again, sometimes I wished we were back in quarantine.

 

 

Works Cited

 

https://www.cdc.gov/mmwr/volumes/69/wr/mm6932a1.htm https://www.wellbeingpeople.com/2020/07/23/the-importance-of-an-engaging-community/

"The Idea of Life" by Lara E

 

Life. What is life? According to Oxford's definition, life is “the ability to breathe, grow, reproduce, etc. (where) people, animals, and plants have before they die (while) the objects do not.” In other words, it is our existence where we are capable of the abilities of living such as breathing. However, that is not all to life. There’s this Arabic expression that says “هلك حيار,”meaning everything goes away. Figuratively speaking, since everything is going away, the things that upset us now in life wouldn’t matter later in the future once we face our ultimate end. Thus, we should disregard the things that upsets us and focus on finding happiness with the time we still have. Life is a moment of happiness, pain, sadness, joy, fear, etc. It is about making connections with the people you love and care about as well as finding your individuality. It is about being free and finding what is most important to you. Our lives could end at any sudden moment. We should make the most of it.

 

Furthermore, life is more than just existing or living. It is the choices that we make that make life worth living. Our choices lead to new beginnings, forming connections, and becoming who you are. Our choices could also lead to obstacles and new challenges. However, these obstacles help us with our growth as an individual and finding our purpose in life. The more we grow and learn, the more we cherish the things we have. Life is a journey where we learn, we laugh, we feel, and we see. Life is what we make it up to be, depending on the decisions we make. In addition,our decisions are essential in the idea of living as it would affect us later in ways that we won’t expect. For instance, economics is the study of choices. Therefore, every choice we make in purchasing items or managing a business has a cause and effect. With every effect, there comes a new choice made which leads on to a never ending cycle. Depending on the result of our past decisions, a new decision is made. Life follows the same type of concept. The connections we choose to make or the type of path we choose to walk on affects how we live our life. Therefore, life is lived through the makings of our decisions.

 

Lastly, time is limited. We only have one chance, one life. We, humans, are not as fortunate as the cat with nine lives. Thus, the choices that we make in life matter as they later dictate our future. They paint our fate depending on the circumstances of our decisions. Furthermore, the choices we make should be focused on achieving happiness and living a peaceful life. We should try to live a life that is filled with joy instead of sadness and pain. Although there are moments in life where we would be feeling down, we should try to be happy as much as we can as happiness is key to living life to the fullest.

Round Two! Good reads!

 

 All Students:  Be sure to read the entries for this group  (October writers).  Everyone is required to comment on at least THREE different pieces of writing.  You must submit comments on Canvas (for each one, include the name of the author and the title of their piece, and then your positive, specific comment )by Friday, November 12 on Canvas .

Remember, comments must be positive, supportive, constructive, and SPECIFIC.  No "Good Job!" comments, unless you follow that with specific things you thought were done well in the piece.  Show them you actually took the time to read and enjoy their work!

"The Definition of Mental Health " by Aaron P

For the common person, the definition of mental illness may only come from how they

are represented by forms of media, ever since the introduction of newspapers all the way up to

recent films and tv shows. Doctors and psychologists are seldom at the forefront of

Media, therefore, the topic of mental health is usually driven by what would cause the most 

Reaction from the viewers. With this, the media often falsely portrays the concept of mental health 

and initiates debates centered around the idea of fear over certain treatments that may be 

beneficial. Now, the question presents itself, and that is what forms of media are responsible for 

these false depictions? Through personal experience and research, movies and books tend to 

portray mental health through crazy and over dramatic scenes meant to encapsulate the audience, 

creating a false stigma, whereas the news and radio shows tend to create argument over the 

legitimacy of certain solutions, further leaving the trust in these solutions up in the air. 

Ever since the beginning of film and media, mental health has been defined or portrayed in a way that produces the best intrigue or effect. It is a common process in the film industry to bend the truth and realism of events in order to create a story that is different and unique. In pursuit of this creativity, the truths of Mental health have been bent and overaggerated to give readers or 

watchers a show. To quantify this effect, researchers and professors from USC’s Annenberg 

initiative record that close to 50% of mental health portrayals in film and television are within 

the context of humor or disparagement. The significance of these findings proves the intent of the

industry’s usage of mental health and perfectly aligns with the common stigma around those who 

suffer from mental illness. Many, including myself, look to forms of media as a guide, looking for 

life lessons and situations I can learn from and take home, therefore it isn’t a surprise that when 

Mental health is looked down upon, or treated in the most severe context, that people would make 

a note to avoid the behavior depicted. 

Media has also made it difficult for many to establish an understanding of various mental 

health issues, by confusing and over exaggerating their conditions. Psychologist Dr. Danny Wedding to the BBC had this to say about books and film, “movies such as The Exorcist (1973) suggest to the public that mental illness is the equivalent of possession by the devil; and movies such as One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (1975) make the case that psychiatric hospitals are simply prisons in which there is little or no regard for patient rights or welfare.” To someone who may suffer from certain conditions, being referred to as similar to the “possession by the devil,” can have a serious effect on the way they are able to interact with the public, thereby reversing the plans of many who want to fight against mental illness. It is my hope that in the future mental health is treated as more of a serious issue in film and media rather than the way it has in the past.

How we as a society define mental health has a ton of influence from the novel, One Flew 

Over The Cuckoo’s Nest, in which one of the main characters, Randle McMurphy, consistently condemns the treatment and relates it to something similar to an evil scheme. Oftentimes, conflicting viewpoints such as these can cause the audience to lose their trust in what could possibly make a huge impact in their life. Psychiatric hospitals have also been wrongly portrayed and have turned people away from their potential help. An article by U.S today explains, “Those mental institutions resemble a prison more than a place of healing – an image that’s still perpetuated by cinema.” With this in mind, it shows a consistent theme of the media to portray mental health and illness in a dark and controlling manner. Instead of creating confusing and fearful stigmas around treatments, I would hope the media can start more conversations over possible solutions.

    To conclude, there is no denial that media has the strongest influence on culture and 

Society, which is why with certain situations it is important for us to break out of that bubble and 

think for once whether or not there is any truth or credibility to what we see. Defining Mental 

health in a cruel and pessimistic manner as our society has is detrimental to the future of our world, 

and coming together is what we need most. In my experience it has been easy to understand the 

falsehoods in the media's portrayal of mental health, because my siblings have dealt with it their

whole lives. My brother has autism and I can’t even begin to describe the pain I felt when he

would come home with bruises and tears in his eyes thanks to bullies and teachers who wouldn’t 

bat an eye. Because of this I have a first hand experience of the effects that media has had on their 

mental healths, a lot of which coming from a simple misunderstanding and misrepresentation by

the media. A true definition of someone who is mentally ill should not be influenced by outside 

parties, unfortunately stigmas last. If people are given a reason to fear something, they will. If

people are given a reason to be disgusted by something, they will. The world doesn’t operate by 

chance, it is human nature to trust society’s determining authority Figures. Media has choice to 

make with regards to their portrayals, if enough people passionate enough to stand up to stigma

make a change, the media would likely follow the trend and work towards an ideal path to

humanize the definition of mental health.

   

Work Cited

Fawcett, Kirstin. “How Mental Illness Is Misrepresented in the Media.” U.S. News & World Report, U.S. News & World Report, 16 Apr. 2015, 10:51 a.m., health.usnews.com/health-news/health-wellness/articles/2015/04/16/how-mental-illness-is-misrepresented-in-the-media. 

Haider, Arwa. “How Cinema Stigmatises Mental Illness.” BBC Culture, BBC, 27 Aug. 2018, www.bbc.com/culture/article/20180828-how-cinema-stigmatises-mental-illness. 

Kesey, Ken. One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest. Penguin Putnam, 1992.

USC Annenberg. “Characters with Mental Health Conditions Rarely Seen on TV and in Film.” USC News, 4 June 2019, news.usc.edu/157768/mental-health-conditions-tv-film/. 

"Masquerade " by Avianah B

 

“It never fails, does it,” I say looking at the T.V. Every Monday night since the beginning of October, there’s been a murder. Every Tuesday morning, there’s the same news report, but with a different victim.

“It’s the same this morning too?” I heard my sister ask.

 

“Yeah, same report, but different victim. This time, it was a 20 year old male. They identified him a few minutes ago. They never disclose the names though,” I replied.

“As long as it’s not anyone I know. I do feel bad for the victims' families and loved ones. They must be dealing with so much grief,” My sister sighed, “Just be careful when you’re coming home from work.”

“I will,” I assure her.

 

“And don’t forget to wear your mask this time! I can’t believe you almost got fired because of your carelessness,” She says as she’s leaving to go to work, leaving me to get ready for my own job.

I quickly ate my breakfast, realizing I didn’t have much time before I had to leave, then got dressed, grabbed my mask and headed out the door.

I walked my usual route to work this morning, greeting the neighbors on the way like I normally do. It felt different than normal this time, though. Like someone was following me. I took a quick look around, making sure there were no suspicious characters around me. All I saw was a person walking their dog and the occasional car that would pass by. I thought I had seen a shadow of a person looking at me, but when I looked a second time to check, they were gone.

 

Brushing off the feeling of being watched, I continued on my path to work a little more cautious than before. As I made my way through the door and greeted the workers I ran into with a polite ‘Good morning.’

“Last day before I’m off,” I sigh to myself, then begin my work. I take phone calls and arrange any documents that are needed. Some days it’s not much work and I get to go home early, but on days like today, it feels like there are millions of documents and phone calls for me to take.

After I completed my work for the day, I was able to go home. I dropped off my stuff, greeting my sister, then told her that I was going to head back out.

“Where are you going this time?” My sister asked.

 

“Store, I need something for work and I need to print and make copies of a few documents. I also need to take a picture of one of them for my boss to make sure they like the way it's formatted,” I told her, grabbing the list I wrote from the counter and putting it in my bag.

“You took work home again? You don’t usually get this much, is there something going on in the office?” She asked me.

“I’m the only one in my department right now. The other workers from my department aren’t coming back due to the fact that my company can’t seem to organize the vaccination statuses and COVID tests. They’re still getting sorted out and checked.” I replied.

“They still haven’t taken care of that? I thought it would’ve been done by now,” My sister told me.

“No, my job is very disorganized right now,” I told her. I picked up the box, grabbed the car keys, and walked to the door. “I’ll see you later, sis.”

I put the box in the back of the car and got into the driver's seat. I drove to my destination and got out of the car and reached into the box in the back to get what I needed. I put on my mask before entering the location and taking care of my business. I took the picture I needed, then went back to the car.

“I’m finally done,” I muttered to myself, putting my things away in the box placed in the back. I got into the driver's seat, started the car and drove back home. When I opened the door, I saw my sister still sitting on the couch.

“Hey, I’m home,” I greeted her. “By the way, Happy Birthday! I got you something.” My sister stood up to greet me.

“Hey Samena, I thought you’d forgotten-“ she looked up at me and her face changed from one of excitement to one of horror. “What happened to you?! We need to get you to a hospital-“

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not injured,” I told her.

 

“What do you mean you're not injured? There’s blood on you,” she exclaimed.

 

“Ignore that for now. I have something for you,” I say, pulling out an envelope. She took it from my hands and opened it. She pulled out the folded papers and opened them. She was alarmed by the contents of the pages.

“Why-,” She started, but couldn’t continue. I knew she was processing what she was seeing. “Why do you have pictures of all the victims from the news?”

“You already know the answer to that,” I replied.

 

“I wish I didn’t,” My sister muttered. “Why would you kill them?”

 

“You recognize the names on this list don’t you?” I asked, then continued before she could give an answer, “You hated every single one of them. Said that sometimes, you wished they could just be out of your life. Well, now they are! They will never bother you again.”

She never replied to my explanation. She just stared, then pulled out her phone. I already knew who she was dialing. I let her.

“A killer is in my house right now,” she said. I never interrupted or tried to stop her from completing the call.

“1365 Maple street,” She states. I just stood there and watched as she gave them the information. She hung up the phone.

We stood in silence. She was watching my every move. Most likely to make sure I don’t try to run, but she didn’t need to worry.

 

There was pounding on the door. They were trying to break it down.

 

Because I don’t plan on running.

 

The door was broken. Police began running into the house. My sister tells them I’m the killer, shows them the pictures of each crime scene, the list of names, and the notes recorded.

I know this new guilty pleasure of mine puts others in danger.

 

They cuffed my hands, pushing me towards the door. One officer on each side of me.

 

At least now, others will be safe from me.

I was forced into the police car. One officer stayed in the back with me, making sure I didn’t try anything. The other officer got into the driver's seat and drove off to wherever they took criminals like me.

 

Masquerade.

"My Definition of Love" by Madison P

 

Love: “an intense feeling of deep affection” (via Oxford). Love is the most powerful thing in the whole universe. More powerful than gravity, gamma-ray bursts, and even the hydraulic press in the satisfying Instagram videos, love is ultimately the strongest emotional and physical thing one can have.

 

We all see in movies how powerful the love between two people can be like in The Notebook when they finally find each other after so much time spent apart. This is because love is more than just a word; it is a connection. Saying “I love you” does not bring justice to the extremity of what love truly is. Being in love defines the connection that love places between two forces. Love can be draining and make you feel at your worst and the feeling may fade but when you are truly in love, the feeling will never go away. I never truly understood what people meant when they said “love is like a drug” until I truly fell in love. I am in love with my boyfriend and when I was at my lowest before I met him, I never thought I would feel such passion for anything in my life. Love is so draining but in the best possible way. When I am without my boyfriend I feel incomplete just like when people take a drug and become addicted because being without it doesn’t make life clear for them. You gain an addiction to things because you crave the “high” it gives you which is exactly what love does to you. You fall in love because no matter how much you cope without being with that special thing, you always long to be back in your comfort spot with what you love. My boyfriend brings me so much unworldly happiness that it makes me physically hurt when I ponder the thought of being without him. He is my true love, my true “intense feeling of deep affection,” and my true drug.

 

However, just like a drug, love can drive you mad. Love can make you do extremely irrational things that nobody in their right mind would do, like in Romeo and Juliet when Romeo committed suicide just to be with Juliet. You fight so hard for a person or thing that it drives you to the feeling of standing over the edge of a cliff just to be with it. This is what being in love is. As far as humans go, you spend so much time and energy with another human that your souls attach through what is referred to as “soul ties.” You carry whatever weight the other person

carries and you have the same drive for each other. Many who are religious believe that soul ties only occur through sex, although I believe it just takes time to bind with the other individual. Being in love gains conscious similar interests like favorite movies or music but unconscious passions and wounds. Many say if you love a person you must let them go, but you truly cannot because of the powerful grasp you have on one another. Your souls are indefinitely connected when you are in love and no matter how hard you want to fight to not love someone anymore, you will always hold that unconscious feeling. Scars will fade but never go away.

Being in love with a person, your hobby, and most importantly, life is all the connections that mold who an individual is. Being in love with life entails holding a true passion for the future even when times get rough. You know you have found a love for life when no matter how many times you feel like the universe is going to spontaneously combust and your own failures make life not worth living, you keep going because something is telling you there is a glimmer of hope to hold on to. That “something” is love. Love is so much more than “intense,” it is unforgivingly extraordinary. It is the greatest thing an individual can have because it is so worth fighting for even past the wounds. So what is my overall definition of love? The absolute greatest factor of life that keeps us all pushing for more, even when we don’t know what it is.

"Chilling Valley" by Alannah L

 

 

Halloween was the most celebrated holiday in the city of Chilling Valley, and my favorite time of year. I am up bright and early this morning because my family and I are staying in the most “cursed” vacation house of all, but we know they are all just fraudulent stories. It is rumored to be the scariest, haunted town in America. Unlike everyone else, my family and I don’t believe that this place is truly haunted. As we drive down to Chilling Valley, we start talking about how hilarious and phony these accusations are.

“This is going to be so scary!” my older brother, Liam, sarcastically says, rolling his eyes.

 

My younger sister, Mercedes, can’t contain her laughter while saying, “Yeah, I’m really scared!” We can’t stop laughing and poking fun at the town when my mom shouts to the back, “We are here, hope you're not too scared,” with a smirk and wink.

As we step out of the car, I feel a cold and tingling sensation throughout my body, something I’ve never felt before. I turn around to my family when I say,

“I’m not too sure about this. I'm having second thoughts that maybe we shouldn’t be here.” “Nonsense,” my mom says.

 

“You act like this is real Noah, ” Liam says, as he playfully punches my arm.

 

“Yeah okay. Maybe you're right.” But, honestly, I’m still not sure. Cobwebs dangle from the sides of the house, the shutters are dark and black from the dust it has collected over the years, the door is a big, black ominous entrance into horror. My dad opens the door with a loud SCREECH.

 

“Jeez, what is this? A 1989 horror film?” My dad says.

 

“I wouldn’t put it past me,” I mumble under my breath. I can’t help but think something is off. As we walk into the house, I get another tingling sensation in my arm. I grasp it and my mom says, “Noah, are you feeling alright?”

 

Absolutely not! I want to run out of here, screaming, crying for help.

 

“I don’t like how this place is making me feel, we shouldn’t be here,” is all I say. I guess everyone can tell I am petrified because Liam pushes me and says, “You’re such a crybaby. Why are you acting like this?”

 

“Why aren’t you? This is outrageous! Why are we even here?”

 

“To fulfill our life-long dreams. We’re trying to prove that Chilling Valley is full of lies and rumors. We have dreamed of saying ‘I survived Chilling Valley.’ Can you picture it?” “No ‘cus we’ll all be dead.”

“Whatever,” and Liam rolls his eyes and leaves.

 

I walk over to where my family is sitting and tell them I think I need a shower. “I feel like I just need to wash away this scary, negative energy I’m feeling.” “That’s a great idea!” My mom says, with a quirky smile. “Yeah, go do that you stinker,” my dad chuckles.

“We’ll just be here big brother,” Mercedes calls out as I’m already halfway to the bathroom, which isn’t much better. The bathroom looks like an abandoned washroom with dirty floors,

ripped wallpaper, and half of a mirror. I quickly jump into the shower so that I can get out of this bathroom as quickly as possible. I turn the knob and dirt sputters out the showerhead before I even get some water to come out. Of course, there is no hot water. I let the freezing cold water run through my hair and down my back as I softly close my eyes for a long while. I turn the water off and step down. I dry myself and quickly fix my hair in the mirror before I leave. As I’m walking, my mom shouts, with a genuine and soft voice, “Noah, is that you? How was your shower?”

“Fine.” I walk into the door of a bedroom and not to my surprise, I feel like I’m staying in a Motel. The bedsheets are brown when I’m positive they should be white, and all the furniture is worn out as it has probably been through a flood or something. I put on a faded black sweatshirt and baggy jeans. I turn on the blow dryer and hear someone shout, “Noah, come out here!”

 

I shout back, “okay, hold on.”

 

By now, it’s already about 7 pm, way past sunset in Chilling Valley. I turn off the blow dryer, as my hair is dry now, and I walk out of the bedroom. It is pitch black and I can’t find one light switch.

“Mom? Dad?” I cry out. “Liam? Mercedes?” No answer. The floor creaks loudly, step by step. I’m so scared that the ghost of Chilling Valley took my family. Suddenly, a cold hand grabs my arm as I creep through the darkness, “boo.”

 

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” I scream. I am on the verge of tears when my dad flicks on the lights. My family appears from the darkness, giggling. “‘AHHHH’ You screamed like a little girl,” Liam shouts.

“OMG Noah! You’re hilarious!! We got you good!” Mercedes laughs.

 

“Oh I’m sorry Noah, but we just had to get you! You were so scared about Chilling Valley, we just had to bring it to life,” my mom chuckles. “Because we all know the rumors are fake!” “Don’t do that again, PLEASE! You scared me so badly!” I cry.

“No more, we promise,” my family says. We crowd around the worn down dinner table when the lights go out.

“Dad, we said no more,” Mercedes whines.

 

“That wasn’t me though,” my dad says, petrified.

 

“Then who was it?” Liam questions.

 

“I’m sure we just blew a fuse, it’ll be alright,” my mom hoped.

 

Just as I am about to say something, WHAM!

 

“Uh, was that a door?” I asked.

 

With a sinister voice, Liam says, “possibly. Or a ghost,” as Liam grabs me, he ominously says, “Boo.”

“Can you not do that?” I pushed him aside.

 

“Ugh, I’ll go look,” my dad says.

 

I sit impatiently, waiting to hear from my dad. I take a deep breath right before my dad calls out to us and says,

“EVERYONE! HURRY! You have to come see this now!”

 

We jump to our feet and run towards the direction we heard our father’s voice from. As we all

 

crowd around him, Mercedes cries out,

 

“Is that what I think it is?”

 

The rest of us, say in unison, “Yup, that’s a…”