by: Kat Littfin
Editorial Editor

It is difficult to walk through the LGHS hallways without spotting the objects that are sweeping the nation, or rather, the teenage population here at LG: NeeDohs. These sensory fidget toys have become increasingly popular over the past year across Generation Z because who doesn’t love to have something to fidget with during class? I have always been enamored with NeeDohs, but over the past few weeks, I realized I cannot have one of my own. My misfortunes with NeeDohs have made me come to terms with this depressing truth, and I choose to share these stories to take the edge off of my circumstances.

My NeeDoh dilemma first came to light a few weeks ago, when I set out in search of one in stores downtown. I had grown jealous of my friends who kept bringing their toys to class and wanted to obtain my own. I searched three stores: Barnes and Noble, Walgreens, and Automobuild. On separate days, I had seen the coveted objects in all three stores, so I thought my mission would be an easy one – I had three promising options of stores. However, in each store I entered, the NeeDohs were sold out or not stocked at all. I was disappointed, but I did not take it as a sign. Instead, I used my failure to motivate me to find my destined NeeDoh. I knew my perfect NeeDoh, like a Harry Potter wand, would choose me.

After my shopping mishap, I tried to test run some of my friends’ NeeDohs, and even that was catastrophic. Every time I would squish their NeeDohs at school, I would continually drop them. These objects attract dirt and debris instantaneously, so I recieved some disgusted glares from my friends. When I went to my friend Sophia’s house for a sleepover and was absentmindedly fidgeting with one, I popped it. The gooey interior splattered all over her bed, my hands, and my clothes. When fellow El Gaton Chloe Wilson offered me one of her old NeeDohs to keep, I thoug5stated, but I was sure that I could keep it safe. But only days later, I popped it while it was on my bed, which meant me dirtying yet another pair of sheets with my NeeDoh misadventures.

I have since given up on finding a NeeDoh for myself. I should have known, as I had similar misfortunes with fidget spinners and slime during their respective crazes. But alas, I have accepted my fate. Maybe it’s the universe telling me not to follow trends and to make my own path, or whatever those motivational videos say.