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Today was pretty chill. I mostly focused on helping keep track of light and dark so everything stays on a good schedule. In the morning, I helped signal it was time to wake up, and later I worked more once it started getting dark and everyone was getting tired.

I checked in a little with the hypothalamus to help keep timing right. I’m not super loud or noticeable, but I help keep the daily rhythm running smoothly. Overall, calm day, but important work that is needed.

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Today I woke up and hopped out of bed! I was completely surrounded, deep in the brain. I opened my eyes and began looking around to see what I could move. I then greeted my neighbor, the Thalamus, before beginning my work. I still sit next to the Thalamus, at work, as he takes my assignments when I'm done with them. During the day I worked hard, and didn't get a single break! I constantly had to monitor the signals sent to me from my colleague, the cortex. I also had to respond to signals sent to me by the amygdala, which almost made me cry! When I wasn't doing that, I was reminding myself of all the things I've done before, and how I have to repeat them every day. I quizzed myself on these habits so many times that I've now begun to do them involuntarily! After work I went back to where I live, in the forebrain, and as I unwinded for the day I began to feel my eyes shut. Who am I?

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Keeping the Lights On - Mila Arandelovic

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Keeping the Lights On - Mila Arandelovic

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I woke up before anyone else today. I usually do. While the rest of the brain is still half-asleep and dreaming, I’m already hard at work making sure everything is running smoothly. Breathing? Check. Heart beating at the right pace? Check. No one ever thanks me for that, but I don’t really need the attention, I just can’t afford to take a day off.

I spent most of my morning hanging out with my neighbors who help keep balance and coordination in check. They’re a bit more flashy than me, always talking about movement and posture, but they know nothing works if I don’t do my job first. Later on, the cortex started getting busy thinking and planning, which is always interesting to watch. Lots of big ideas up there, but someone has to make sure the basics don’t fall apart while they’re daydreaming.

Around lunchtime, things got stressful when the amygdala started panicking over something again. I had to step in and keep everything calm and steady. Slow the breathing. Keep the rhythm going. Crisis avoided. Honestly, if I took a break every time something dramatic happened, the whole place would shut down.

In the afternoon, I stayed quietly in the background while memories were being made and movements were practiced. I don’t really go bowling or shopping like some of the others, I’m more of a behind-the-scenes kind of worker. Still, I like knowing that because of me, everyone else gets to enjoy their day without even thinking about it.

Now it’s night, and while dreams drift through the brain, I’m still here, steady as ever. No applause, no recognition, just doing what I’ve always done.

So, can you guess who I am?

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A Day Behind the Scenes - Paloma Scarapicchia

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A Day Behind the Scenes - Paloma Scarapicchia

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I woke up early and immediately got to work, even though no one ever really notices me. My whole day was about keeping things smooth and steady. When my person got out of bed, walked to school, and moved through crowded hallways, I was right there making tiny adjustments so nothing felt awkward or off-balance. I spent most of my time working closely with the motor cortex. Every time it sent a plan,walk, run, write, throw, I refined it so movements were controlled and precise, and I also checked in with the inner ear to make sure spinning, turning, and quick changes in direction didn’t cause any dizziness. Repetition took over in the afternoon, which is where I really shine. Practicing the same actions again and again helped movements become automatic and effortless, like the body just knew what to do without thinking. I didn’t spend much time with emotions or memories today, that’s more the amygdala’s and hippocampus’s job, but I stayed behind the scenes making sure everything flowed smoothly from start to finish, ending the day satisfied knowing that while I might not get credit, tho nothing would work quite right without me.

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Reliving the daily route around the neighborhood - Genesis Maximo

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Reliving the daily route around the neighborhood - Genesis Maximo

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Today I got out of bed remembering some of last night's highlights. The sunset glow and that catchy tune from last week's jam session can't fade away from my memory. I kicked off the morning walking down the temporal lobe streets with my taxi buddy, flipping through old beach trip pics from last summer, laughing over our old treasure map. "Lock in those coordinates," I shouted, while I scribbled shortcuts in my mental notebook. Midday hangout was at Central Park with the emotion crew. The amygdala was hyped and pacing over a thriller plot twist, but I pulled up my last escape plan to chill things out. The frontal lobe pulled up, feeling bossy. They were mapping dinner spots from pizza to sushi. We plotted the perfect route. During the afternoon, I hit the gym with the parietal squad. We dodged mazes and called landmarks. Evening wrapped cozy, filing the day's gems into my endless scrapbook over tea with the prefrontal planner. Exhausted but stoked, another day of paths, recalls, and reruns in the neighborhood. Oh well, that was my day! Can you guess who I am?

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Most of my day is spent quietly working behind the scenes, even though you rely on my constantly. I observe everything that comes in from the outside worlds. If you've ever felt the warmth of the sun on your skin, the string of a papercut, or the softness of your favorite hoodie, that was me. I'm the body's information center. Messages from your skin, muscles, and joints arrive constantly, and I organize them so you can make sense of what's happening. I spend a lot of my day working with the frontal lobe an the motor cortex. They decide when it's time to move and I make sure the body knows exactly where it is so those movements are smooth and precise. I'm not flashy like some of the others who deal with emotion or memory, but without me, the world would feel confusing and disconnected. I make sure you know where you are, what you're touching, and how your body fits in the space around you.

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Good morning! Today I woke up and said hello to my coworkers. We have a long day ahead of us. The first thing I did after clocking in was open my eyes. I saw the colors of the tree outside my window- they were orange! My retinas processed the color, then the shape of the limbs of the tree and I saw the form of the bird. The cohesive image came into view! I reached to pick up my phone, percieving how far away it was so I grabbed the right thing! I couldnt imagine what life would be like if i couldnt tell how far away things were. Then I transmit the visual data to the rest of the temporal lobe. When I got out of bed I did hit my head pretty hard on the ceiling though (it's a bunk bed) and i couldnt see for a second. I was really worried because when I began to see a little more it was blurry and I got really worried that I was about to be retired. After a full day of hard work it's sleepy time and I am no longer needed. I close my eyes and my job is done.

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I woke up to the sound of a voice calling me downstairs. I was called downstairs to eat breakfast. Meaning, it was time to break the fast that occurred throughout the night. I sit up to look at my clock where I see what are called numbers. I process what I see, reading the numbers, 8, 1, 5. 8:15 am. I head downstairs to get ready for school. I hear sizzling, realizing that there are eggs on the pan on the stove. My mom says "it's almost time to go." I hear her, but take a second to understand what I heard. Almost. Time. Go. I have to leave soon. I respond, "Okay, going to get my backpack." I run down the hall, sounds echoing around me. I realize it must be my shoes as they hit the floor below me. I go back downstairs, grabbing breakfast, and thanking my mom. I hear her say, "have a good day!" I pause. Have. Good. Day. How can I have a good day? That is not something I can possess or an object I can hold? I then remember that I can have something not physically and that it can just mean the state of something. I say "thank you" quickly before opening the front door. My friend, Broca's area is sitting in a car outside waiting for me. I hear a low buzzing sound. I survey my surroundings, before deciding the sound must be coming from the car. I walk down the driveway towards the car and I hear Broca's area greet me, "Good morning! Ready to go?" I reply to my friend, "Yes am I!" I quickly realize what I had said was incorrect. I then correct myself, "Yes I am!" I jump in the car and we head towards our school. As we arrive to the front of the school, letters are attached to the side of the building. I process them, only to understand that they say the name of our school. I hear voices surrounding me as I step inside of the school. "Class." "Work." "Did you." "Weekend." "Practice." "Mrs.-." I heard bits of sentences as I walk down the hall. I have trouble putting them into context as I heard these words in fragments. I stop at my locker where Broca's area and I have a conversation. A high pitched sound rings through the hallways, and the noise of conversation begins to quiet. That must have been the bell. I head over to my classroom. Ready to learn during the hours to come.

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I feel the warmth of your blanket, the comfort of your sheet, and the softness of your pillow. Your surrounding's and what I'm making you feel, make you feel deeply calm. I feel the light when you wake up. I have to hear the way you groan because you didn't sleep enough. I have to feel that vibration in your head from the alarm you won't turn off. Turn it off! You're going to give yourself a headache.

You feel this ache in you. It's the addiction. The need for coffee. Okay, make it then! You put on the stove, you leave it on too long. You burn your hand! Ow! I have to yell at you to get away from the stupid, burning handle. Why would you do this to me? I always have to feel the pain!

I tell you again and again it's your hand that hurts. You go to get a bandaid. I have to feel the sting of how you hurt yourself and the sting of the fluid you use to try and fix it. OW!

You go to get an icepack because I tell you to and you trip as you do so. You always fall! Why are you like this? That hurts, you know? Be more careful. I tell you the pains not in your leg. Stop moving! The pains in your knee. Stop moving your whole leg! Put the ice pack on your knee.

You need to be more careful so I finally get to feel the good stuff and not just feel the pain all of the time!

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The Job I was Made for- Connor Frederick

Today I got up and was ready for the day. The first thing I did was say hi to my friend, the spine, we also work together as well. I got ready by working out for thirty minutes. When I got home I got to work. My person likes to type a lot, so every day is exhausting for me, since my job is to handle all the voluntary movements of my person. I work in the frontal lobe of the brain, and can I say something is always happening there. Another one of my jobs is to plan out what my human will do, so if they want to type the letter E on the keyboard that is my job to prepare the muscles for that, and then do it. The main departments I work with are the hands/fingers, eyes, speech, and face muscle departments. I am the one who tells them what to do for every day activities, without me they would have trouble with concise movements. The way I tell them what to do is by planning and giving them an electric pulse that does it for them. I would say I am a pretty important part of the brain. So, now the question is who do you all think I am?

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Dear diary,

Today I decided to head to work. Luckily, I don’t work in the memory of emotions department, where most of the work is and most of the workers are snobs since they think their jobs is the most important but without me the whole company would be unbalanced and unprotected. And the other departments would have a pretty hard time working properly. I tried to keep everything cushioned and cleaned before heading home and going to bed.

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On an average day I start by waking up, not to the chimes of an alarm, but to my own internal clock that also tells me exactly when I need the restroom, breakfast, and to get ready. After I have finished my meal specifically an hour later, I set off to my workplace, a nice office. When I arrive I immediately set up my things in my small, neat cubicle. I personally enjoy having my own space to do work, but my coworker in the cubicle beside me, posterior pituitary, is absolutely obsessed with attempting to socialize. Whatever. I can endure it. Sometimes it gets cold in the office, so I make sure to keep an eye on the thermostat to see if it needs adjusting. Then, if it's too hot, I do the same. But I do more than just that -- honestly, I do too much: Every Monday I bring in donuts, and if the water in the break room's dispenser is running low I always make sure to fill it. It's not because I particularly care for my coworkers; I'm just a very structured person, and I like to keep a strict schedule and make sure everyone is sufficiently operating. Can you guess what I am?

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I start my day early because someone has to get things going. I help the brain wake up and stay alert enough to function, but not so alert that everything feels overwhelming. Once the day starts, information comes in nonstop. Things like sounds, sights, and thoughts. I decide what’s worth paying attention to and what can be ignored. The hippocampus wants to bring up memories, which is fine, just not always right away. When the amygdala flags something important, I let that through. During the day, I work with the cerebral cortex to help it focus. If I don’t everything feels distracting or foggy. I’m not in charge of thinking or emotions, I just help set the level of awareness. By the evening, I help slow things down and get the brain ready to rest. I’m still working in the background, just a bit quieter. Nothing too flashy just keeping things balanced.

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My day, overall, was pretty good! I first woke up early in the morning and said good morning to my people in the Cerebrum. Afterwards, I got ready for my job. What is my job? My very best friend, Thalamus, sent me these to-die-for food pieces to try and decide what flavours fit them best! Thalamus always gets this from others though, but they are usually very different in certain flavours. For example, some of them will be pastries, some will be soups, and some of the foods can be sour. For my breakfast, Thalamus sent me this place that did not have a distinct smell, but to me, tasted very sweet. It was meh overall, did not really give me enough energy, but I did not really do anything about it. After that, I went on a quick walk and did some home cleaning before going to lunch.

Lunch was so much better than breakfast in my opinion. I was told it gave off a very aromatic scent with a mix of herbs like rosemary, but was also told it was very hot to the touch. Overall, it was the best dish I had eaten today. It was so good, I contacted my very best friend, Amygdala, to remember the place I was at so we could go again some day. Eventually, when I had time, I posted to my vlog about the places I went so far so that others could also go there, so they also enjoy the same nutrients and enjoyment I got from eating. I have to leave again, but will be back soon. However, a question, who do you think I am?

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The Brain's Traffic Controller By Tapley Irby

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The Brain's Traffic Controller By Tapley Irby

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I wake up early in the morning  before everyone else, right in the middle of the brain’s busiest intersection. If I don’t get things moving, nothing runs smoothly. Messages from the top offices and the lower body rush through me all day, and I make sure they reach the right places without getting mixed up. In the morning, I check in on breathing and sleep schedules. I dont  control them, but I help keep everything steady and smooth. Later, I meet up with the Cerebellum to help coordinate movement like walking, talking, and blinking. The Amygdala stops by sometimes, bringing big emotions and urgent messages. I help deliver the alerts quickly so the rest of the brain can react. I also work  with the face by helping with expressions, chewing, and speaking so it can do everything normally. At night, I help the brain wind down and shift into sleep mode while keeping important systems running. I may not be the most famous part of the brain, but I’m always in the midst of the traffic, making sure everything stays connected and on track.

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By Julia Moffatt

I wake up before the rest of the household wakes up. Not because I am an early bird, but because as soon as the world outside me starts to wake up and become active, everything passes through me. All the senses arrive in line. The eyes talk amongst themselves about colours, and the ears send in their contributions about the rhythm of things. I do not use any of this information myself. I am the master coordinator. I sort out the chaos and send everything to the respective department. I send the visual information to the occipital lobe, sound to the temporal lobe, and tactile sensations to the parietal lobe. As mid-morning approaches, I meet with the cerebral cortex and get myself a cup of coffee. They are always ten steps ahead of me. They need me more than they let on. Without my contributions, they are in the dark. As lunchtime approaches, the amygdala bursts in with a mood. Even they need my help to keep the flow going and the brain from going into a downward spiral. As the day winds down, I check in with the brain stem to keep the dialogue between the body and the brain clear and simple. It’s not glamorous work, but it’s important. As the evening approaches, I turn off the lights and quiet the noise. I am now here to help the brain go to sleep. I am the central point of everything in the brain. Without me, your thoughts would be totally jumbled, a confusing mess with no way to make sense of them. Can you guess who I am?

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by Sadie Ruhana

Today I work up like anyother in my home of the cerebral cortex. I spent my morning helping people communicate, making sure they were processing what they were hearing and using our words correctly. I then got to go to lunch with my closest friend from work, the frontal lobe, parietal lob,e and occipital lobe. I help all 4 of us at lunch recall memories very long ago. Before I went to bed, I spent my time reading a book. Reading is one of my favorite pastimes because I am very good at processing words. Who do guys think I am?

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The Busy Coordinator Between Two Workers                                                       By: Sama Sohrabi

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The Busy Coordinator Between Two Workers                                                       By: Sama Sohrabi

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I work in a busy office, and even though I

don’t make big decisions or create new ideas myself, I am one of the most important people there. My day starts early, because two workers sit on opposite sides of the office, and they both need me from the moment work begins.

One of them is very good at making ideas, imagining pictures, and seeing the big picture. The other one is very good at following rules, organizing things, and using logic. They are both talented, but unfortunately they don't want to communicate directly with each other for some kind of reasons that I still don't know because they look so similar to each other, like two brothers. Anyway, so I spend my whole day walking back and forth, carrying messages between them.

Sometimes, other coworkers stop by our office. The memory manager comes in to drop off old files that might be useful. The emotion supervisor occasionally sends urgent messages that need to be delivered quickly. When that happens, I have to move even faster to make sure both sides of the office understand what is going on.

At lunch, I don’t really get a break, because the two workers are still thinking and planning, and I still need to keep passing information between them. If I slow down, their work becomes messy and uncoordinated.

I remember a time in another company when I was removed from my job. At first, everything seemed fine, but soon problems began to appear. One worker had great ideas but didn’t know how to apply them. The other knew all the rules but struggled to be creative. The company still functioned, but it was slower and less organized, because the connection between the two workers was gone.

That experience made me realize how important my role really is. I may not be the one making decisions or creating plans, but without me, the whole office cannot work at its best, and the team cannot truly work together.

Can you guess who I am?

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I was pretty much ready to go just as my body woke up. My upstairs roommate, Hypothalamus who is the main center for balance, gave me the go ahead. I started sending out as many signals as I could to get energy and metabolism up.

As you will see Hypothalamus and I see each other A LOT throughout the day. At first I didn't like it and wanted more space, but now I know it is necessary for us both to get our jobs done.

During the day, I was SO busy! My stress levels skyrocketed during my classes, especially my math test… I adjusted my signals to keep my body alert without totally freaking out. At one point during the test, Hypothalamus came and tapped on the window so we could stay on the same page. This is the art I am working on perfecting, keeping a balance- not too much stress where I feel overwhelmed, but not too little to lose my focus. Luckily, all went well.

At lunchtime, I focused on managing my hunger and energy balance. I make sure that the food I eat turns into fuel for my body to actually use. Later in the day, when I was tired I tried to prevent a full crash so I could get through my last class without feeling exhausted.

As evening hit I started to ease off more, slowing my alert messages. I checked in one last time with Hypothalamus, and listened to feedback from the organs making sure they were set before I went to sleep. I remember thinking- no one gives me enough credit. It's hard though, because if I mess up everyone notices and complains, but if I do my job well no one notices. I guess that's the final goal and I know I did my job. Guess who I am?!

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The One Who Never Sleeps                                         By: Chabela Negron 

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The One Who Never Sleeps                                         By: Chabela Negron 

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Today was an interesting, yet typical day. Starting my day off by never ending it, of course. In my neighborhood while everyone is asleep, I'm always awake and alert of anything unusual around the streets. Being on high alert is not always easy, it's my job. I was born to notice. My best friend, the Hippocampus, swung by early in the morning asking me my opinion on his memory scrapbooking. He asks me, “Help me decide which of these moments are important enough to keep.” I rolled my eyes sarcastically since my job is just to help it figure out which moments matter, not where to document them. A few hours later, I stopped by Thalamus’s house. They are basically the mail sorter of the neighborhood, everything passes through them and they often handle many sensory updates. They told me “Looks like you’ll want to keep an eye on these. Could be nothing. Could be something.” That's all it takes me to perk up. The sun was setting while I was hanging out with the Hypothalamus. Everytime I hang out with them they always try to regulate my business. “You seem tense,” they said, "Want me to tweak your levels a bit?” I responded, “No thanks if I get too relaxed, who’s going to keep this place safe?” By the end of the night, everyone was on their way back to their homes and of course, I stayed out by my window while carefully watching everything on the streets, not because Im scared. Because I'm the one who decides where everyone else should be. Who do you guys think I am?

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Sample Post - A Scared and Grumpy Fellow!(Make a creative Title) - by Jacob Crowder (Name Must Be In The Title)

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Sample Post - A Scared and Grumpy Fellow!(Make a creative Title) - by Jacob Crowder (Name Must Be In The Title)

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Well today I got out of bed and did what I usually do...I checked around the corner to make sure no one was going to come after me. I get a little scared sometimes. You never know what you might see out there! Sometimes I just want to run away! Other times I want to stand and fight. Sometimes I get so angry and aggressive...oh man you have never seen a sight like it before. After breakfast I went out for a walk. On my walk I saw a bear coming down the path. My good friend Mr. hippocampus reminded me that bears have attacked people and that they are much stronger so I immediately decided to run away. I told my friends the mortor cortex and the cerebellum that we needed to get out of here quick! Before you know it I was long gone and no bear in sight. That was much better. Later that day I played my good friend the frontal lobe in some chess. She always makes much better decisions than me and almost always beats me at chess. I get so mad and frustrated that today I turned over the chess board when she said checkmate! I have got to get a hold of my anger sometimes. Oh well that was my day! Can you guess who I am?