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We, The Reflection is a 7 piece progressive metal band from Wallingford, Connecticut. Formed in September of 2010, We, The Reflection is a promising group of musicians who have shown dedication to both the music they play and the people they play with.
We, The Reflection has played with bands like Ender, Texas In July and The Air I Breathe. Their inspirations and influences include bands like Thursday, La Dispute, Lower Definition, Dance Gavin Dance, and many other bands from the indie, post hardcore and progressive genres.
We, The Reflection's debut EP "Departures" was released in August and they are now working on a seven song EP. You can listen to the EP on Facebook and YouTube and will be released on iTunes shortly.
We, The Reflection is:
+ Mike Arntsen - Lead Vocals
+ Alex Miller - Clean Vocals
+ Pat Burke - Guitar
+ Dylan Champion - Guitar
+ Brandon Rush - Bass
+ Rob Lauria - Drums
+ Brennen Angelo - Synth
We, The Reflection —> http://twitter.com/WeTheReflection
Mike Arntsen —> http://twitter.com/ArntsenWTR
Dylan Champion —> http://twitter.com/Dylan_Champion
Brandon Rush —> http://twitter.com/BrandonWTR
Brennen Angelo —> http://twitter.com/BrennenAngelo
Alex Miller —> http://twitter.com/AlexAmbitions
Pat Burke —> http://twitter.com/PatWTR
Rob Lauria —> http://twitter.com/RobWTR
Ruthi 666 —> http://twitter.com/Ruthi666
Everyone in the band has a Twitter now so be sure to harass them all!
I am starting a gothic inspired jewelry store online that will be launched in the very near future provided that I have enough support to do so. Since I have a very alternative style that is uncommon in the United States, I have to buy a lot of my clothing and jewelry from stores in Europe and that can get extremely expensive with shipping costs and whatnot. So, I’ve decided to bring my style to the USA.
Although not everything that I make is considered “gothic” the store is definitely going to be themed as such.
These are two of the necklaces that I am going to be selling when I launch the store:
If you like what you see here, please take the time to check out my Facebook page and to follow me on Twitter for more information about when the store will open.
My goal is to target people of all ages who have an alternative style and who have a love for jewelry.
Please, spread the word for me!
Our friend is launching a jewelry store soon. Check it out!
I am so tired of being scared all the time.
Let me take a moment to spill my heart out to you without judgment. I am writing this not because I want attention and not because I need a response. I am writing this to warn you of the dangers of this world, to simply state that sometimes, bad things happen no matter who you are.
I feel like too many people hear about sexual harassment and brush it aside because they’re thinking to themselves “well, that would never happen to me.” I am here to tell you that it can happen to you.
I am from a town where we practically live in a bubble. It is a predominately inhabited by Caucasian families who all belong to the upper middle class and upper class of society. Yes, I am from a rich, snobby town of people who are constantly competing with one another over who has the newest phone, nicest car, and largest house. But being from a town like this doesn’t mean that you are safe from being assaulted.
I had never felt unsafe in my town before. My friends and I used to joke about the local police department getting excited when they pulled over someone for speeding or a teenager for drunk driving on a Saturday night. But that all changed when I was in high school.
I found myself in an abusive relationship and I was raped when I was fifteen years old. That was my first experience with sexual harassment. The relationship was complicated, unhealthy, and pretty much toxic to anyone who tried to get involved. It was nearly fatal as well. However, that is in the past now. I have worked myself through the aftermath and I am now happily in a relationship with someone who doesn’t stop making me smile, the way a relationship should be.
My mistake was thinking that I was going to be done with dealing with harassment and sexual harassment.
This fall, I started college. However, I am not taking classes at the college that I was accepted to. The college I was accepted to wanted me to go abroad for the first semester and since I appealed it, they agreed to allow me to take courses at another school and I could transfer the credit when I started in January. The school I am currently at is an inner city school, a commuting school with a very large student body. This is exactly what I wasn’t used to. My graduating class at my high school had 189 students in it. Here, I would be surprised if I crossed paths with the same person twice.
Nothing is good about the situation that I am in at this school. First of all, I don’t know anyone at this school. No one from my high school applied or is going to this school. So I didn’t already have a “built in friend” at this school where I would have if I had started at the school that I was originally accepted to. Second, the student body is made up of a very different racial structure than my high school was. This is a public, inner city school, and most of the population is hispanic or black. There are many fewer Caucasian students. I am not racist by any stretch of the imagination, I would have no right to be, I am constantly promoting people to be open-minded and whatnot, however, it is a little shocking to me because it is so different than what I am used to. The overall feel of the school is extremely different and that was already unsettling to me.
Just to solidify my point that I am not racist at all let me tell you that I am someone who doesn’t like change. I get put into a situation, I get used to it, and if something changes that situation, I get anxious and uncomfortable. This is one of those situations. I was in a small high school and suddenly I am in a huge school. The cultures are completely different. It’s not the people at all, it’s the overall community.
Anyhow, over the past two weeks I have had four negative experiences on this campus. The first time was when I was sitting on my computer in between two of my classes in the lobby of one of the buildings I have classes in. I had my headphones on and I was doing work. Someone, a guy, came up to me and poked me in the side and said “hey.” He didn’t approach me directly, but from the side so I couldn’t really see him directly. I pulled out one of my headphones and said, “hey,” assuming that he was just going to sit down and let me carry on with my work. But he didn’t. He kept poking me in the side until I finally said, “Sorry, I have to go,” closed my laptop and walked away. He didn’t follow me or ask questions. But it was weird.
I tried not to think anything of that situation and I figured, ehh, one time, things happen, I’ll just move on with my life.
The second time, I was walking out of my science lecture and a guy grabbed my arm. He said something like “hey beautiful” and tried to shove his hand down my pants. Luckily for me, I wear skinny jeans and a belt every single day, so he didn’t have the best luck. I said, “GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME,” and kneed him in the crotch as hard as I could and ran without looking behind me. I didn’t even really get to see his face so I couldn’t identify him even if I wanted to.
The third time was on Monday when I was leaving class for the day and I was walking to my car, but I had to cut across campus first. I heard someone yell, “hey that’s the bitch who kneed me in the balls” and I turned around to see a guy pointing at me, I assume he’s the one who had grabbed me, and a group of his friends. They started walking towards me so I turned around and bolted. They followed me until I lost them in the crowd. There must’ve been seven or eight of them. I still don’t know how to describe them other than that they were a group of darker skinned people, which again, is no way to describe people at all, I would’ve said the same thing had they been white. But that event really disturbed me and when I went to visit my boyfriend later that evening at his school, I broke down and cried about how scared I was to go back there.
Today was the final incident. I was, again, walking back to my car after classes and I was about to cross one of the parking lots to get to the parking lot where my car was when I was confronted by a man. The man didn’t look the normal age of a college student, he was probably in his mid-twenties, which for this school isn’t unusual because there are a lot of adults who are taking classes here as well. The man stepped in front of me and said, “hey.” But it wasn’t a “hey” like “hey how are you doing today?” or a “hey” that would’ve led to an introduction. It was almost monotone and as soon as he said it, I got a shiver down my spine and something inside of me told me to get the fuck away. So I said, “hey” to be polite and I started walking away. But the man followed me. Now, I was surrounded by other people, but none of them seemed to notice that there was anything wrong. The man just kept following me and saying “hey” in that same tone. So I walked faster until I got to the cross walk where I knew there was a campus police stationed there to help kids cross the street without getting hit by other kids driving their cars. As I got closer, I turned and said “Hey! Stop following me!” loud enough so that the campus police would hear me. The campus police did hear me and he stopped and walked over to the guy and started asking questions while I walked to my car. As I was reaching the parking lot my car was in, I saw the police officer escort the man onto a bus. I don’t know if the man was supposed to be on campus or not, but I was relieved that he was told to leave campus.
At this point, I am not going to just shove these occurrences aside as “oh shit happens sometimes.” This is actually a problem and I don’t feel safe.
I told my parents today when they got home from work and my dad is calling the school tomorrow about these situations. If it is happening to me, it is happening to other people. There is no way that I, one girl, is the only one being targeted in a student body of thousands. My dad used to be on the board of this particular college and he feels strongly about changing the security policies on campus because he wants me to feel safe but because it would be for the greater good of the student population.
I hope that if you took the time to read this you understand that these things can happen to anyone. It doesn’t matter who you are. Harassment of any kind doesn’t discriminate. It does not limit to one race. It is not one kind of person who can be harassed or who is the person harassing other people. It can be anyone.
It is really a crazy fucking world that we live in and I care about the well-being of others. Sexual harassment is not something that should be taken lightly, ever. Rape jokes are never funny. You have no idea who you could be hurting.
I am so tired of being scared all the time and I shouldn’t have to be scared all the time.
Raise awareness and be vigilant of those around you. Be protective of your body no matter who you are. Your body belongs to you and you should be able to choose who you share it with.
Please, for my sake and for the sake of others, take the time to reblog this story.
READ AND REBLOG THIS.
Our friend Ruthi 666 is in charge of promotion for us. Head over to her Facebook page for updates on the newest music.
Say hi to her! She’s not that scary. Promise.
Not a happy camper.
Sex is still an option though, all hope is not lost.
Be safe everyone! And have lots of hurricane sex.
It’s not just because I know them and work for them. It’s because I know that they have the passion and the talent to do so. Reblog if you believe in We, The Reflection. Let’s see how many of you actually follow and believe in these guys.
We want to see your support!