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What is Apotize? Apotizing is the act of change towards civilization. No I’m just kidding, I just like to talk a lot. And change society. And teach psychology. And, yeah, I just like to talk a lot.

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Dear high school students,
Freshies, sophomores, and juniors generally, seniors specifically,
I have a word I need to share with you.

I used to be the kid that planned his next project out with details to the point of perfectionism. I sat down during lunch and wrote down my ideas, and the next day I made the ideas more specific, then got into details, and sooner than later, I realized the year was over, and I had done nothing in that school but plan projects. During my senior year, I decided to work on all of these projects, and put them together. I did. I built a fan base of 35,000 myspace fan list. With that being said, I got two directors (Hollywood) to work with. [Names cannot be mentioned due to legal papers insisting so]. The last two lines were not brought up for bragging, for if it was, I would’ve told you a long time ago already. I want you to know how big one can be without the need to be working under somebody or the feel to be signed under a specific record label for all these musicians out there looking to get signed.

During my senior year, I became active in the Art Academy I was referred to by my Photography teacher, Ms. Alison Stewart. I joined the Art Academy during the last two months of my senior year, and through out the work I put in, I gathered two different $500 awards and a medal for outstanding achievements.

The point here is that you need to get your act together before you look into all of these companies you want to work with, or the classes you want to take in college. I want you to take all of these alternative classes and join these clubs. You might find your real passion. Not everyone is great at what they do, but some people turn out to be amazing because of loving that path they’ve taken.

If you enjoy taking care of the sick, then go ahead and major in any medical related field. You’ll enjoy life. However, if you be a doctor because dad or mom wanted you to, there’s a problem. Dad and mom will destroy your future life without knowing it. If you want to become an artist, do your thing. Realize that you need your connections around you. A degree will take you no where if you don’t have skill nor determination. Yes, both at the same time. Find your passion and stick to it. People have made millions off of selling the most little, stupid ideas I’ve ever heard of, but hey, with enough passion, they make more than you and I and our families make, combined.

Take an early step. Do your work but stay social. You need your people. Don’t get signed too early. Don’t get hooked to a company too early. Start your own path and if someone decides to pick you up, that’s when you know you made it for your self not for impressing anybody else.

Enjoy life, and let your self enjoy it as well. Your brain needs its fun too, not only your body.
Go do your fun projects and make money while you’re at it. You’re gonna be bigger than ever, independently.

Go join these groups, have a fun class in your schedule, and aim towards success. It’s never too early. Never too early.

Apo Avedissian

Media kills. Easy and simple. Michael Jackson. Who made him ? Who took him down ?
A lot of arguments can go on debating whether Michael Jackson did sleep with a kid, but were there any evidence ? No.
Nothing was proven, and the man was played around with like he was a toy. He was ridiculed. His “masked” pictures covering every newspaper’s main pages calling him “whacko”, when a few years before the same newspaper would buy Michael Jackson’s worn sock, and what happens after he dies (gets killed, COUGH), people like him again. Oh, beautiful media.

As we talked about the Roman Theater in our Theater Arts class today, the professor described how the Romans had actual death scenes occur on stage. An actor, literally dying in front of you. Let’s not forget now, these people were great architects and thinkers, so, no, they were not in the stone age. A civilized nation used prisoners in plays and killed them in front of 17,000-30,000 viewers just because the play told the story of a character that dies throughout the whole script. The professor compared it to UFC today. How ironic, isn’t it ?

I left my Theater Arts class and headed to my History class. The History professor, now, talked about how ‘distorted’ our reality is. He talked about youtube having Kennedy’s live death video uploaded. He talked about Saddam Hussain’s execution video getting millions of views and how distorting that is. After all of this, he said “we might even have a “Death Penalty Pay Per View” program going on soon, jokingly.

I didn’t take that as a joke. I know it’ll happen very soon considering the amount of violence on TV already. People pay to see two able bodied men slam each other until one of them suffers a concussion. Does that ring a bell ? Definitely. Boxing, UFC, Martial Arts, you name it.
Media continues to add crap and distort our lives. If a show doesn’t have cops and drugs involved, nobody would watch them these days. Ask anybody what nationality Kim Kardashian is however, and watch the same answer pouring from all 4 sides.

I never found any song better describing media than this: Coldplay – Lost (ft. Jay Z).
Jay Z describes what ever I wrote up there in his way. I love it, and thought I should share it with you.
“With the same sword they knight you, they gon’ good night you with
Shit, that’s only half if they like you
That ain’t even the half what they might do
Don’t believe me? ask Michael
See Martin, see Malcolm
See Biggie, see Pac, see success and its outcome
See Jesus, see Judas
See Caesar, see Brutus, see success is like suicide
Suicide, it’s a suicide
If you succeed, prepare to be crucified
Media meddles, ni**as sue you, you settle
Every step you take, they remind you you’re ghetto
So it’s tough being Bobby Brown
To be Bobby then, you have to be Bobby now
And the question is, “Is to have had and lost
Better than not having at all?”
Because I’m…Lost.”
Jay Z

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Just another day of school finished, and it was time for my friends and I to go grab a lahmajeen (lahmajoon) from the store two blocks down from our school which made them. We all paid and got our “pizzas”. I walked down to grab the lemonade to add on my lahmajeen, and the symphony of the AK47s started. I knew it wasn’t very close to us, around 200 meters away, but the people’s words made us worry. I was in the seventh grade, and being that old, or young in a situation like that, it is very hard to concentrate on things that happen around you. First thing that happens is your body becomes a statue as you start thinking and wondering what had happened and what will happen next. The older men ran outside to see what happened, and we stood in the restaurant to watch through the dirty windows.

Three pick-up trucks passed by, full with militias who opened fire on all of the restaurants and stores around the block. I always thought that a moment like that would take forever to finish; I was wrong. The drive-by felt so fast that we all fell down, heard the shots followed by silence with the truck noises only coming after seconds. “Drive-by !” somebody yelled after around a minute of the shooting, while bleeding to death on the floor. Awkward, I thought. I’ve always believed that people show you their real selves when they’re put in a “live or die” situation, and I was right on that one. The men on the floor were trying to reach for something. Each of them tried to reach his hand to a side they couldn’t reach, but kept trying. I was scared, and detail like these scared me even harder. I looked around to find my friends; and I did. All of my group were doing alright, only the older men who went outside were the ones hurt or killed in the shooting. I left my friends after around thirty seconds, scared of another drive-by. Five men came from the back of the store and each of them had an AK47 with them. Two of them were the men who ran the store. I’ve known them for years. They ran outside to see if any of the militias stayed there. Another pick-up truck passed by and the five men ripped the car apart thinking that it belongs to the militias. Later on they realized that the driver had nothing to do with them, and fortunately was only shot in the leg.

The next day, as I was walking out of school, I heard new gun shots and, as usual, ran to find cover. I ducked behind the school’s wall until a couple of minutes passed from the shooting and enough people were outside. I got up and continued walking towards home. I saw around fifty people standing outside the restaurant I ate at every day. I walked faster since I knew something was wrong. One of the store owners was killed in a new drive-by; only this time they weren’t militias, they were the other truck driver’s, who was shot by mistake, family.

That main street was closed for three days with huge tents. That is a process every Muslim goes through after a death in the family. They install a huge tent or two in the middle of the street and relatives come in to sit, talk, and pray. This event followed up by many deaths taking the innocents’ lives in order to make the guilty feel better. Even though such an event may be described as a disaster, these were the rules. We’ve grown up going through this. It is very hard to understand the rules until you live them every day. Just like the Nazis’ hate to the Jews, just like the Turks’ hate to the Armenians, some “rules” are made up by the strongest, and are run through the people creating fear and disasters. I have gone through the fear and disasters, and have probably, without realizing doing so, practiced my own rules on the weak as well. I now understand how that term works, and I hope it is understandable enough for anyone going through trouble. Don’t bring anyone down for not knowing something. Teach them.

Apo Avedissian