How to--Emma

 

I have always loved doing crafts and anything that lets me be creative. When on a trip to Florida about five years ago, my older sister had begun learning how to crochet. I instantly was intrigued. I then convinced her to attempt to teach me how to crochet as I was instantly interested. Through the remainder of the trip, I practiced every moment of free time I had to continue to improve and grow my skills. By the end of the trip I had improved enough to crochet half of a small tank top on the flight home. My love and dedication for crocheting just grew from there. Now, I have taken on projects that range from something as small and simple as a keychain to a small shirt to even something as large and time consuming as a blanket. Although each of these projects came with their own set of challenges, each allowed me to grow and learn new things to continue to improve multiple skills regarding crocheting as well as skills that helped me grow as a person. My favorite item I have made, however, was a small crocheted octopus. Not only is the creating process of the octopus simple, but the meaning and story behind it is what has my heart. At first, I made the octopus as a little decoration for my car, but after my mom saw it she asked me to make her one, and after my older sister saw it she also asked for one. So, this octopus has sort of become a symbol of our love for each other and a reminder to drive and come home safely. Also, the octopus is really cute! If you follow my step by step very carefully you can create your own cute little octopus for you and your loved ones to share! 

Tools Needed:

 - Any colored medium weight yarn (about 7g)

 - A 3.5mm (E/4) crochet hook 

 - Two 6 mm safety eyes 

 - Polyester stuffing

 - A pair of scissors

 - A yarn needle 

 - Stitch marker (to keep track of the correct number of rounds) 

Steps:

 (To make it easier for you to follow along, the correct number of stitches will be provided at the end of each step in parentheses) 

1. Make a magic ring of six single crochets. To make a magic ring, loop the yarn over your fingers and make an X. Then, put your hook under the top string of the X and pull the bottom string so that it is on your hook and under the top string. Then loop the yarn through that small hole the string has formed. After your magic ring is made, put six single crochets inside of the ring. Lastly, once done with the single crochets, pull the string to close the ring so that it forms a circle. (6) 

Before we start step two. Make sure to put your stitch marker in the last stitch of the first round. Make sure to start every new round in the stitch AFTER the stitch marker as that marks your last stitch for the previous round. 

 2. Now, increase in each stitch. To increase in each stitch, simply put two single crochets in each stitch. (12)

3. To make round 3, make one single crochet in the first stitch, then in the next stitch do an increase (two single crochets) and repeat this process with the remainder of the stitches. (18) 

4. For the round 4-6, just single crochet in every stitch around the whole round. You should keep a stitch count of 18 after every round. When finished, this is a good time to turn your project inside out. (18)

 5. In round seven, you will begin to decrease. For this round, put one single crochet in the first stitch then a decrease and repeat the process. To decrease, put your hook in the front loops of the next two stitches. (12)

6. Next, place the safety eyes between the fifth and sixth rounds, about three stitches apart. To make sure they stay, it is recommended to put the washers that come with the eyes on the inside of the octopus. 

7. For round eight, do the same process as round seven; one single crochet then a decrease around the whole round. 

 8. Now, to make the tentacles, using the front loops only, do a slip stitch, chain six, then start in the second chain and increase in each chain. Then slip stitch in the next stitch and repeat the process eight times for eight tentacles. 

9. After completing all eight tentacles, take the polyester stuffing and stuff the inside of the octopus to your desired look. 

10. Lastly, cut the yarn from the yarn ball to where you have about 6-8 inches of yarn to be safe. With this leftover yarn, simply close the small hole using the back loops of round nine (the tentacles). Go around the circle looping the yarn in all of the back loops and after you’ve done so to all eight loops, if done correctly, pulling in the string should close the hole. Congratulations! You now have your own octopus! 

Basket of Bread--Lucy S.

 

    The wolf watches the little girl skip through the woods, her red hood, bright

against the darkness. Her basket bounces on her arm with each step. A breeze carries

the scent of the girl's basket to the wolf's nose: freshly baked

bread.

The girl skips along the path to her grandmother's house,

armed with fresh bread and butter, a feeble attempt to fight

the sickness her grandmother had contracted. She hasn't

visited her grandmother in a while, not since her mother

passed. Following the path, she stops to pick some flowers.

The wolf tracks the girl as she follows the path to the

woodland hag's house. The wolf loathes the witch, greedy

with her surplus of food, hunting his woodland neighbors for

fun. She'll get hers, the wolf thinks as he hurries ahead of the

girl.

    The girl has always been intimidated by her grandma. Her grandmother's idea of

decor is having her walls adorned with heads of innocent woodland creatures: deer,

foxes, and even little bunnies. The gun used to kill each animal hangs above her

grandmother's bed. "So I can easily reach it if I hear one of those damned animals

making a racket", her granny always tells her. However, she had never heard any animals

outside before. Maybe they are too afraid to go near her house, the little girl assumes. No

matter the girl's negative feelings towards her gran, her father forced her to take this

bread and help her grandmother through her sickness. The girl decided that she would

go into this with a positive attitude. Perhaps Granny has changed. It has been a while, she

hopes, continuing down the path.

    The wolf approaches the door to the hag's cabin. He hears a crude cough come

from inside. He peers into the window. The crone looks more horrible than the wolf

remembers. She dons a ratty, old bonnet and an ugly, long-sleeved nightgown as she

wastes away in bed. He spots the gun hanging above her bed, the one that killed

countless of his woodland brethren. Seeing the gun reminds the wolf to be very careful,

so the old cow won't end his life early. He goes around the side of the shack and tries

the doorknob. It opens. Of course it would be unlocked, the

hag always was arrogant, the wolf thinks as he slinks in. The

cabin opens into the kitchen, or, as the wolf thinks, a

torture chamber. The kitchen is filled with innumerable

horrors, such as, mallots, meat cleavers, and a meat

tenderizer. This does nothing to quell the anger the wolf

feels, instead, it feeds it. The hag deserves this, the wolf

reasons. With newfound vigor, the wolf searches for two

supplies in the kitchen, a rope and a rag. Remembering

that the red-cloaked girl is not that far off, the wolf moves

quicker. He bounds into the old cow's room, holding the

rope, preparing to tie her up. "What in God's name," the

witch says, startled, reaching for her gun. Before she can grab it, the wolf pounces on

the crone and begins to tie her up, incapacitating her. Once she's tied, he stuffs the rag

into her mouth and pushes her into a closet. The wolf grabs

one of her many nightgowns off a hanger and snatches the

bonnet off the old bat's head. Putting them on, the wolf

jumps into the bed.

The girl knocks on the door to her grandmother's cottage

before grabbing the doorknob and pulling it open. "Good

morning, Grandma!," she announces. She hangs her red cloak

up on the coat rack. Feeling nervous but still hopeful, the

little girl tentatively makes her way to Granny's room. She

still hasn't acknowledged the girl's presence. "Granny, I have

bread and butter for you. Father told me to come take it to

you. I can also help you with anything else you need around

the house since you are not feeling well," the little girl says as she pushes open the door

to Grandma's room.

    The wolf hurriedly covers himself with blankets, grabbing a book of myths off the

old hag's bedside table. He hears the girl calling to her grandmother. He quickly covers

his face with the book as the girl enters the room.

    "Grandma?," the little girl asks, seeing her grandmother in bed, holding a book

of myths in front of her face. "Is something the matter?," she questions, nervous over

her grandmother's bizarre behavior.

    "Oh nothing, dearie, just enraptured by these myths. The Greek gods were very

interesting," the wolf says, imitating the old bat's voice.

    "Your sickness must be really bad. Your voice is so deep, Granny!" the little girl

exclaims, startled by the depth. "Here," the girl says, holding up her picnic basket, "my

dad baked fresh bread for you, along with your favorite,

sweet butter."

    The wolf smells the delightful aroma again, his

mouth watering as the girl removes the cloth that was

covering it. He sets the book down, licking his lips.

    The little girl looks up from her basket to see her

grandmother, but she looks very different. "Granny, what

big ears you have! They are much bigger than they were

the last time I had seen you," the little girl remarks.

    "All the better to hear you with, my darling," the

wolf responds.

    "And what big eyes you have," the girl inquires.

    "The better to see you with, dearie," the wolf answers.

    "An-and what big teeth you have, Granny," the girl stammers.

    "All the better to eat your delicious bread with, little pumpkin," the wolf says, his

stomach growling.

    The girl smiles as she breaks off a piece of the bread, stathers some butter on it

and passes it to her granny.

    The wolf takes the piece from the girl, hungrily scarfing it down. Just as he is

about to ask for another piece, the door to the closet bursts open, the witch falling out

onto the floor. She stands up quickly, much faster than is expected of someone as

ancient as her, grabbing a hanger and bashing the wolf with it. The wolf hurries off the

bed to avoid getting struck again. "Get away from her, you cursed wolf!," the hag

screeches.

    The little girl is overwhelmed, unable to comprehend what is happening. The

bonnet and nightgown fall off the person she thought was her granny, revealing a wolf.

Her real Granny quickly reaches for her gun, loading it and aiming it at the wolf.

Without thinking, the girl jumps in front of the wolf. "Grandmother, stop!," she

exclaims. "Oh, blasted child, get out of the way before I blow that wolf to smithereens!,"

her grandmother threatens.

    "He didn't hurt me, Granny! He's a good wolf," she pleads.

    "Good?! He locked me in the closet and stole my bread!,"she

retorts.

The wolf, cowering behind the girl, feels something he has never

felt before, love. He doesn't even know this little girl's name, yet

she feels compelled to protect him. His heart warms, vowing to

protect her, especially from the old kook pointing a gun at her.

    "See, Grandma, he didn't hurt you either. He is not evil!," the girl

reasons.

    "It doesn't matter. His head will look very good over my

fireplace," she sneers, "Now move out of my way before I pull this

trigger, with or without you out of the way!"

    The girl quits her pleading, realizing her naivety, her innocence and trust

shattered, believing that her grandmother could change. She looks to the wolf behind

her, perplexed that the wolf is not scared. Where she thought there would be fear, there

is anger. She smiles at the wolf. Her grandmother would never change, she would go on

killing innocent woodland creatures. The girl now understands that this forest will be a

much better place without her grandmother.

    The wolf sees that the crone is about to pull the trigger. He leaps out from behind

the safety of the girl, tackling the hag. He grabs the gun from her and hits the butt of it

onto her head. The hag collapses, unconscious. The wolf turns back to the little girl.

    The little girl, seeing her grandmother, looking almost dead, feels a sense of

relief. The wolf is safe and so are hundreds of other animals in the woods. She takes the

gun from the wolf, aims it at her granny, and pulls the

trigger. Blood splatters all over the room. The little girl

drops the gun and stares at her now dead grandmother.

    The wolf grabs the little girl's hand, so small

compared to his. The wolf will keep the girl safe.

    The little girl and the wolf, holding hands, walk

out of the cabin, covered in the woodland hag's blood.

No one will kill anymore woodland creatures while the

little girl and the wolf are part of it. A little ways down

the path, into the woods and out of the clearing of the

cottage, a huntsman is hunting.

Tales of the Bozo Brigade Humble Beginnings and Amphibian Extortion--Brandon

 

Do you seek adventure and whimsy? An escape from the bleak, boring reality we live in? Then,

can it be my pleasure to regale you with a tale of trials and tribulations? Of heroes and villains?

Of wizards and wyverns? And most importantly, of dungeons and dragons? First off, we must

begin with two adventurers and a sentient cat walking along a dirt road.

    We begin with our first traveler, Trigger Mendeleev, an alchemist with a brilliant mind

with a couple of screws loose. He is sadly a victim of a spell gone wrong, causing him to mutter

to himself and snatch the shiniest object within his vision. The potions expert is adorned with a

tattered cloak, singed at the ends, while also wearing a distinct belt with bottled potions attached

to it, each one glistening with vibrant color. Our next hero is a gunslinger renowned for their

dungeon-breaking prowess. His name, is Indo Wolfe, a skilled fighter, distinguished by his

signature flintlock and rapier at his side. Lastly, walking with them is a black cat adorned with a

pointed hat, just tiny enough to fit on his little head. His name is Chicket, a highly intelligent

feline, capable of power conjurations and illusions as well as understanding human speech. They

walk to Forg, a small village with a vibrant community for a lead on their quest, to find the last

wish.

    OH YES, I FORGOT ABOUT THAT PART! THE WHOLE REASON THEY’RE

TRAVELING! Oh I’m sorry about that, did I scare you? My apologies, I do tend to get

sidetracked. Now, where was I? Ah yes, the last wish. You see, the region of Forspeak was

prosperous long ago, led by five legendary heroes. These heroes were an orc woman with

incredible strength and a vicious rage, a hunter with a knack for tracking and eliminating his

target, an elf musician that captivated anyone with her siren song, and a dwarf who vowed to

avenge his fallen brethren. Lastly, they were led by an almighty wizard, capable of bringing

meteors down from the heavens. Although his name was lost to time, his legacy was not. He

constructed a castle, only known now as The Keep. It stands there, guarded by a fierce dragon,

surrounded by the Icoran Mountains. This castle is locked by four locks, one for each element,

water, fire, earth, and wind. The elemental keys are held hostage within their corresponding

towers across the region. Together, they guard the entrance to the last wish and the ability t to

change reality as we know it.

    So, we come back to our adventurers, walking down this dirt road towards the quant

village of Forg. Forg is a relatively new settlement, only housing a few people and having two

major buildings, Wendy’s Waffles and Weaponry, a weapons store combined with a diner, and an

apothecary, notably distinct with a green cross on the sign. It’s a quiet town accentuated by the

sunset as the entire town dwindles; children say goodbye to their friends and walk into their

homes, and adults come back from their hard labor to rest. Trigger and Indo walk into the town

and head straight to the end of the line. Chicket, on the other hand, decided to cut the line,

because no one pays attention to cats. He was wrong.

    Cricket weaves through the crowd, bobbing and weaving through each leg. He gracefully

slips through the door and is instantly found by the apothecary. “Hey, little buddy, what are you

doing here?” The man picks up Chicket, puts him on a bed, and goes to tend to the patient he was

just looking at. He’s unassuming with brown messy hair, a cross necklace around his neck, and

generally normal attire. He seems to constantly have a smile on his face, always happy to help

the next person without struggle. Despite being caught once for sneaking into the medical haven,

Chicket decided to sneak around. Or at least try. You see, Chicket is generally a stealthy kitty.

Despite this, the floorboards were so creaky that not even a feather could go unnoticed. And so,

Cricket was found by the healer, again and again. And over the next couple of hours, the line

dwindled until Trigger and Indo walk inside.

    The medic has a look of confusion when eyeing the two as he is unfamiliar with the two.

“Hello there, my name is Ralph, and welcome to Forg. How can I help you today?” Trigger goes

up to speak with him, but Indo puts his arm against him and goes up. “You see, my kind sir, we

have been traveling on a quest to obtain the wish spell. We were wondering if you had any

provisions or services you could provide to assist us.” Ralph eyes both of them closely and then

says, “I can provide my services on the field if need be. Although I’m an apothecary by trade, I

am also a cleric. You see, long ago, I was part of a band of adventurers who decided to split up

for efficiency. My partner at the time, a small Goliath named Hugh ventured with me east. We

found this village, rampant with illness and disease. So we took the time to stay here and aid the

village of Forg in any way we can. After some time, he left for the dwarf fortress of Tungstone. I

stayed here to continue to shepherd after the people and haven’t left since. I will join you, as long

as I reunite with my crew. Do we have a deal?” Ralph extends his hand out, his cheery facial

expression instantly changes into a serious look as he locks eyes with Indo. Indo looks to

Trigger, and he gives Indo a slight nod and he shakes his hand. Chicket is slightly peeved by this

event. By having another human onto the team, his plans for animal world domination diminish.

However, he has a plan. That night the crew heads to bed in Ralph’s home and is sleepy ‘til the

next morning.

    The next morning, Ralph, Indo, Trigger, and Chicket walk into Wendy’s, the diner and

weapons store mashup, looking for a job to take on to accumulate some funds. Chicket goes up

to the board and points to one about a lost frog. Indo takes it and reads it. The flyer says, “100

GP REWARD FOR FINDING LOST FROG. LAST SEEN NEAR THE BRIDGE” The group

decides to get some waffles to go and venture towards the bridge.

    At the bridge itself, they find several gnolls. Gnolls are hyenas turned into demonic,

humanoid creatures, hellbent on causing destruction wherever they go. They are nomadic

creatures, picking easy targets as their victims. They lack compassion or morals and often have

infighting within themselves. The gnolls snarl and surround the frog, surrounding it, leaving no

space for a possible exit. As the team walks towards the bridge, their scent is noticed by the

gnolls, and they ready their weapons. Indo shoots first, with his trusty flintlock, severely injuring

one of the gnolls in the shoulder. Cricket, the cat, casts Firebolt against another gnoll and causes

2nd degree burns across its arm. Trigger also casts Firebolt against the same gnoll, causing that

one to burn up in flames and perish. The gnolls ready their short bows and fire against the squad,

scraping Indo’s side and shooting Trigger in the leg. However, the shots fired against Chicket all

missed due to Chicket’s maneuverability. After the death of the last gnoll, Ralph heals the party

through his magic and the team recovers the frog. Chicket talks to the frog to see if he’s okay.

“Well, I’ll say, I never thought I would see the day that a cat could cast spells.” Well, you can

achieve the same power if you follow my plan.” “Well, what is this… plan of yours anyways?”

“Animal world domination. People have treated us too harshly for too long, the time for

retaliation is now! Your owner couldn’t even protect you, so why not leave her to protect

yourself?” “Hmmm, I’ll help you as long as you help me get out again.” “Again?” “You see, my

owner drags me around everywhere with her, the little girl is relentless. I need to be free from

children, from the same small terrarium.” “Then we have a deal” The frog sticks out his tongue

while Chicket takes it with his paws to solidify the deal. The team then returns the frog and

heads off on the road once more, slightly richer, and slightly more powerful.

Killed my hope--Zhichen

 

    The respondent I conducted an interview with was a former UC San Diego undergraduate

student, which the survivors of UCSD shoot accident in 2020. She is the former UCSD

sophomore student — Vivian Lin. After she witnessed the shooting accident, she took a gap of

one year, and then chose to go back to China to future finish her education. Her family has felt

shocked and heartbroken by this accident, but simultaneously Vivian’s mental health received

heavy damage. The reason that I interviewed her is to know how an accident influences people’s

life track. Many people think that those who survive the accident are the luckiest; however, it

turns out that those who survive are the most unlucky. Serious mental scars lead victims to be

tortured by mental trauma for the rest of life, have a mental breakdown, and finally go on the

road to suicide. As a victim of a shooting accident, Vivian claims that she felt the same way, this

trauma haunts her whether she was awake or asleep. She dresses in a black dress and sits on a

brown chair with a dark light in the room. Her eyes are tear-filled. Vivian Lin forcibly grasps her

clothes, tears flowing from her eyes down along her cheeks, with a trembling voice, “ The Pain

of the shooting incident is always tormenting me. It would never let me go.”

    When she first came to the United States, Vivian announced that she had a happy life

with her family. After she comes to the study room, she sits down and starts with a nervous tone,

claiming, “I put a lot of effort into coming to the United States as an international student and

trying my best to go to my dream school, UC San Diego. I have a delighted family with my

parents. I always feel I am the happiest person.” Vivian has a solid relationship with her parents.

She repeats, “ My parents love me very much and very readily support my dream. Therefore, I

think I am a lucky person.” She gladly clasps her hands together in her lap. She expresses that

she is very proud when talking about her family. “ The love from family is the luckiest thing in

my life. It is also one of the reasons that supports me to live.” Then, she takes a deep breath.

    

    “Could you explain how the accident happened?” I asked. “ I remembered I finished my

class and walked along the road to the campus. When I went to the main road to leave school,

then I saw two people drag racing.” Vivan leans slightly forward and quietly mumbles, “ I heard

two louder sounds, and the gun went off. We tried to go back to the teaching building. My

professor brought us into the nearby classroom. Through the window, I saw two men wearing

black cloth and went upstairs with gum. I heard the sound of a broken window.” Vivian leans

back, retakes a deep breath, then sputters, “We locked ourselves in a small and closed storage

room inside the class.” She furrows her eyebrows, squinting her eyes. Finally, she speaks with a

trembling voice, “Staying in the storage room is the most difficult time in my entire life. I have

claustrophobia, and I can not stay in a no window closed room for a long time.” That all

happened too fast, she did not realize that she was in danger. “ We were trying for about a few

minutes to call 911 and then tell them the specific place and the situation,” Vivian speaks with

her head down, profoundly getting lost in thought.

    “How do you feel after the accident?” Next, Vivian detailly explains her colossal life

change after her experience and describes that she never escaped the cycle of the “shooting”

psychological shadow. The atmosphere becomes oppressive. Her lip corners pull down, talks

with a voice crack, “ Actually, it almost changed my life track. After the accident, my mother

quit her job and come to the US to take care of me.” She forced me to leave my dream school

because she thinks San Diego is unsafe.” She looks straight ahead and repeats, “ After I left my

dream school, I thought my life was pointless. Since I left my school, my visa has been canceled

" Vivian’s eyes filled with tears again, and sniffling between words. At last, she states that she

has a beautiful plan for her future, but this shooting accident almost kills most of her dreams with

hope.

    “ If you're afraid to leave the house unless you're armed, you don't need a gun, you need a

psychiatrist.” - Oliver Markus Malloy, Inside The Mind of an Introvert. Vivian states that she

was highly expectant of the future and eventually lost everything. After undergoing significant

life changes, Vivian believes that the shooting incident left deep scars and impacted her life's

path forever. She looks up at the light, and tears well up in her eyes. She waits for a while and

sighs heavily, letting her head drop, and painfully murmurs, “ I would never leave from this

trauma.”

How to--Cha, Chai, Tea...--Harshith

Tea is a hot drink made by infusing the dried crushed leaves of the tea plant in boiling water. When you think of tea you may often imagine the Brits with their tea and crumpets or the Boston Tea Party. As Americans, that is often the mental image we have attached to tea, however, coming from an immigrant family from Punjab, India, my view of tea is different. 

When I was young I would see my parents drink their morning and afternoon tea every single day. If my mother didn’t get her daily dose of tea, she’d have a raging headache all day. Whenever I tasted it, I thought it was disgusting and couldn’t fathom the fact that my parents genuinely were addicted to this disgusting potion. If I ever got sick, my mother would force me to drink a piping hot cup of tea, cha as we called it. To me drinking cha felt like a punishment, this soon changed. As I got older, I noticed people would order drinks like “chai tea” at Starbucks and I would be so confused. All they were saying was “tea tea” because chai and tea mean the same thing. I tasted this “chai tea” and realized it was a watered down version of traditional cha. 

My mother started to offer me cha when I got older and would do homework late at night, I’d say yes. Drinking cha again, made me realize how much my taste buds had evolved and how grateful I was to not have to order “chai teas.” Now cha has become a huge part of my daily life. I drink a cup of cha every day and it is often the best part of my day. My cousin-sisters, sister, aunt, and mother all enjoy each other's company while drinking our cha. Often it is the only time we are able to catch up with one another with our busy schedules. Not only did cha help me bond with my family but it also brought me closer to my culture. 

Today I am going to teach you guys step by step, how to make traditional Punjabi cha! (I asked Mama how much the exact measurements were and she said “whatever your heart tells you is the right amount.” That for you is a Punjabi mother response) 

First, add one cup of water in a steel pot pan.

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Second, add some fennel seeds.

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Third, grate ginger and add how much you prefer.

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Fourth, add cardamom.

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Fifth, let all ingredients come to a boil. 

Sixth, add one spoonful of sugar.

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Seventh, add one spoonful of “chai patti” which are South Asian tea leaves. (You can find them in your local Indian stores.)

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Eighth, add one cup of milk. (We use whole milk)

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Ninth, let it all come to a boil and stop it right when the boil is about to overflow.

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Tenth, pick your favorite cup and get out a strainer. 

Eleventh, strain the cha into your cup.

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Twelvth, enjoy your traditional Punjabi cha!!