What Happened

Each week, Social Underground will go over the newest episode of the hit show Mr. Robot. There will be a recap of what happened, and then some commentary on what happened and where the show might go next. Trying to figure out where this show goes is pretty difficult since there are many plots that interweave. The good thing about that is having a show that’s unpredictable. No one like knowing the end of a season at the beginning. LAST WEEK’S RECAP: MR. ROBOT — RECAP AND ANALYSIS —…

the winter it’s almost ominous. “I just don’t feel the same way about you anymore, Aleksei” that’s definitely the worst thing anyone has ever said to me. It feels like it didn’t happen, but at the same time it feels like it’s the only thing that’s happened all week. Everything else is just jaded by those words. This was my first day of my junior year in college, I’ve been living with my boyfriend, Noah, for almost two years. It would have been two years tomorrow, I think. I came back to our…

“This isn’t actually happening? How could this be? What? Why?” These questions kept running around in my head as I stay up through the gloomy, cold nights. I desperately tried to disregard the darkness of the situation. It was problematic for me to focus on keeping warm in this blank, emotionless room when this situation, of roughly three months ago, had kept recapping in my mind – the intense pain shared between friends and family, endless tears, and the cramping of my hands from trying to look…

I swung up and slid gently into my saddle as the worn leather creaked slightly as I situated myself on Buttons my mare. The leather felt cool to the touch and the warm Colorado sun shone out of a clean slate of blue that brought out the comforting smell of horse and leather. I breathed in deeply and caught the piney scent of the sage brush which quickly turned to dust in my nose as the horses in the corral churned up the dry, dusty dirt of the mountains. I rode past the weathered wooden barn…

I was crying uncontrollably when I heard a soft knock on the window. It was my Aunt. I unlocked the door and she sat beside me. Her words, so gently spoken, “I was angry when it first happened too.” She continued, “Dee, anger gives you no peace, it gives you no hope, no meaning… Come on, let’s take a walk.” She took my hand as we exited the car and we walked slowly to the barn in silence. Then she spoke softly as we watched the cows…

on one’s soul. This is very important in the recovery process of the survivor. Many times the Church’s stance upon hearing of such event is to advise the survivor that they must instantly forgive the person who did them wrong and forget this every happened. This is not something I can agree with. During the time after the assault, the last thing a survivor needs to hear is this. If I were to put myself in their shoes, I would feel a mixture of anger, shame, disgust and loneliness. A few thoughts…

Fractured “What happened? Where am I? Who am I?” I wake up in a hospital bed. The very first thing I did was… fall down from the bed. “I’m fine. Huh, there isn’t a soul here. Ahh, good thing there’s nobody here to know that but me.” I got up and tried to find something about me in the room. I looked for some time and found something interesting. “Well, well, looks like I found an ID card and a mirror. “I look really good.” Then, I looked in the mirror. “Hmm, it looks like I’m a teen. Huh, Jake…

rearrange pieces of their memory, both good and bad, and make their past into what they want others to understand and believe about themselves. One can also use past memories to reflect who they are today. Patricia Hampl, an American memoirist and poet, wrote an article titled “Memory and Imagination,” in which she recalls her first piano lesson. In her recollection, she soon discovers that the way she believed things had happened and the way she explained them may not have actually been the…

nearing, we seemed to break loose on what seemed like a promising attack. I…

events that happened or something that they had learned. Although one can recall certain memories, can they recall every single detail? This semester, we were asked to recall the events of a day that happened six weeks prior to the beginning of class. While some students could explain some details of what they had done that day, not all could be certain. Details may not seem to be that important when telling a story from a childhood experience or maybe the retelling of a joke, but what if a…