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Prescription Games
By Ezeck Warren (Each year RockScissorsPaper publishes the winners of the James Strickland Award for Writing. Named after an honored colleague and SRU Professor Emeritus, these award-winning essays have been submitted by SRU English faculty and winners have been determined by SRU English Department Faculty, the College of Liberal Arts, and Professor Strickland himself. The following essay deserves an Honorable Mention for the 2020-2021 academic year. Professor Strickland noted the following in selecting this essay: “Another honorable mention should go to Ezeck Warren’s “Prescription Games,” an engaging essay that asks readers to reconceive of videogames as therapeutic, offering video game playing as a way to relieve stress and certain illnesses such…
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Creating Awareness to Efficiently Provide Prom Dresses Presented to Pittsburgh Public Schools District Student Support Services Department
By Emily Graham (Each year RockScissorsPaper publishes the winners of the James Strickland Award for Writing. Named after an honored colleague and SRU Professor Emeritus, these award-winning essays have been submitted by SRU English faculty and winners have been determined by SRU English Department Faculty, the College of Liberal Arts, and Professor Strickland himself. The following essay deserves an Honorable Mention for the 2020-2021 academic year. Professor Strickland noted the following in selecting this essay as one of our finalists: “Graham made the heart-felt case that a charity, Becca’s Closet, one that provides free prom dresses to young women for whom the expense is prohibitive, deserves to have a free…
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Modifying Slippery Rock University’s English: Creative Writing Major
(Each year RockScissorsPaper publishes the winners of the James Strickland Award for Writing. Named after an honored colleague and SRU Professor Emeritus, these award-winning essays have been submitted by SRU English faculty and winners have been determined by SRU English Department Faculty, the College of Liberal Arts, and Professor Strickland himself. The following essay earned third place and a scholarship for the 2020-2021 academic year. Professor Strickland noted the following in selecting this essay as our third-place winner: “Byrne began with an opening that challenges the reader: if writers learn to write by writing and by writing a significant number of words every day, why would the university ask Creative Writing…
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Does Texting Really Affect Writing?
(Each year RockScissorsPaper publishes the winners of the James Strickland Award for Writing. Named after an honored colleague and SRU Professor Emeritus, these award-winning essays have been submitted by SRU English faculty and winners have been determined by SRU English Department Faculty, the College of Liberal Arts, and Professor Strickland himself. The following essay was the second-place winner for the 2020-2021 academic year. Professor Strickland noted the following in selecting this essay as our runner-up: “His title was meant to draw in readers because his argument is really whether new technology, especially that connected to smartphones, changes how writers write. Rogan used evidence from educators, bloggers, journalists, and researchers to look…
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Native American Voter Suppression
By Victoria Lydon (Each year RockScissorsPaper publishes the winners of the James Strickland Award for Writing. Named after an honored colleague and SRU Professor Emeritus, these award-winning essays have been submitted by SRU English faculty and winners have been determined by SRU English Department Faculty, the College of Liberal Arts, and Professor Strickland himself. The following essay was the winner for the 2020-2021 academic year. Professor Strickland noted the following in selecting this essay as our winner: “The essay began with a challenging thought–what if our voting rights were endangered by the very people elected to protect our rights, and then proceeded to explain the different laws and conditions that…
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lexapro
By Amy Myers my mind was once so loud. knocking on my skull; tyranny, invisible to all, to me, never able to quiet down. my mind was once so loud. lit by merely one, dark cloud. reaching out to the eye of the storm, they responded with the thought that my cerebral fight is out of the norm and assigned me my mask to be bought. i waited in line with all the rest to become numbed into a trance and absolve the knot in my chest with one orange bottle that i glanced. each day i swallow a synthetic seed that slides down my throat dissolving…
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natural roots
By Amy Myers thoughtless days pound in my head, but the absence of thinking prevents my lying in bed. i grow…yet in a backwards motion, like an arrogant tsunami pulling in all sides of the aggressive ocean. my brunette hair creeps in from my roots, reminding me of my overwhelming mind that my bleached hair tried to mute. my bangs fall heavy by the sides of my ears, soon will they reach my chin; something they haven’t done in years. effortless growth with heavy intention, perfectly crafted bleached and toned deception.
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no more apples
By Amy Myers a couplet a day keeps the depression at bay… in the time that i have here i’ve spent it in fear fleeting days simply wash away within the blue lights of a camera, so bright education may continue but my mind stays behind you i am not learning; rather, i am yearning for a time that i can say that i would love to stay
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the two x’s
By Amy Myers sunny days tend to be worse than others, for the inner monologue is so..so loud. i am never enough…not in your eyes, but mine burn in each reflective surface. i hate to see it, but i have to look. my weeping circles gaze back at me, begging to be loved by their owner. i’m so hostile….but only to myself. as if i’m experiencing stockholm syndrome within my own body. i don’t wish to leave, but i am so unkind to my reflection. comparison shadows me, like an altered version of myself. i walk, and it’s there. i run, and it’s there. i think, and it’s there. like…
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The Diner
By Melina Bowser The ceramic mug sits heavy in dainty hands— steam warming her face. Perfect circles stained the boomerang laminate countertop again. She sits quietly, taking long breaths between sips, thinking of a friend. Pulling out a book, she scrawls cursive words onto a page of ardor. Tears blur the pen ink knowing she will never read these words meant for her.
