Friday, September 30, 2011
Best Pep Rally Ever
I hope all our future pep rallies are like that.
Because we are #1 in the county, Fox 6's Good Day Alabama came to our pep rally (which we consequently had to have in the morning, instead of the afternoon, as usual) and it was the best! Cheerleaders and teachers got pied, like usual, but this time there was a different atmosphere.
Usually everyone is so complacent; they don't really care so the atmosphere is so boring. But today--because Fox 6 was there--everyone was seriously excited to be at school and in a pep rally.
Jeh Jeh Live: Pep Rally Friday - Hueytown
Jeh Jeh Live: Pep Rally Friday - Hueytown part 2
Jeh Jeh Live: Pep Rally Friday - Hueytown part 3
Jeh Jeh Live: Pep Rally Friday - Hueytown part 4
It was very interesting, but it says a lot about this school; unless there are cameras, no one really cares too much. Maybe we need to look into different school names...
Vaintown High School?
Hue-me-town?
You decide.
GO GOPHERS!
Because we are #1 in the county, Fox 6's Good Day Alabama came to our pep rally (which we consequently had to have in the morning, instead of the afternoon, as usual) and it was the best! Cheerleaders and teachers got pied, like usual, but this time there was a different atmosphere.
Usually everyone is so complacent; they don't really care so the atmosphere is so boring. But today--because Fox 6 was there--everyone was seriously excited to be at school and in a pep rally.
Jeh Jeh Live: Pep Rally Friday - Hueytown
Jeh Jeh Live: Pep Rally Friday - Hueytown part 2
Jeh Jeh Live: Pep Rally Friday - Hueytown part 3
Jeh Jeh Live: Pep Rally Friday - Hueytown part 4
It was very interesting, but it says a lot about this school; unless there are cameras, no one really cares too much. Maybe we need to look into different school names...
Vaintown High School?
Hue-me-town?
You decide.
GO GOPHERS!
Monday, September 26, 2011
New York, New York (Update)
So, Friday, my DECA teacher told me it was okay for me to go with McAdory's DECA to New York; however, my aunts, whom I was trusting to get me at least $200 for my deposit, backed out on me. Needless to say I was upset.
I felt like no one believed in me. I felt as if my dreams meant nothing. And I told my mother so. My brother was in the room though, and he told me he would pay for my trip.
I hugged him for what I think was the first time in my life.
Now reassured that I would make all the money and be able to go, my aunt gave me a check for $100. My mom, dad, and brother went to my other family and my cousin-in-law- wrote me a check for $300 (along with some $25-$50 donations from my grandparents). That's more than I ever dreamed for from my family; or any one person, honestly.
So this weekend has been amazing.
Thanks.
I felt like no one believed in me. I felt as if my dreams meant nothing. And I told my mother so. My brother was in the room though, and he told me he would pay for my trip.
I hugged him for what I think was the first time in my life.
Now reassured that I would make all the money and be able to go, my aunt gave me a check for $100. My mom, dad, and brother went to my other family and my cousin-in-law- wrote me a check for $300 (along with some $25-$50 donations from my grandparents). That's more than I ever dreamed for from my family; or any one person, honestly.
So this weekend has been amazing.
Thanks.
Friday, September 23, 2011
The War Against Bullying
What is bullying?
Webster Dictionary Online defines the verb "bully" as "to affect by means of force or coercion".
Today, someone I do not know personally, but many of my friends know, has been bullied into tears. She came in this morning, minding her own business, and people began to bully her because she wants to start a Gay-Straight Alliance here at school. She was crying before school started. I do not know what all went on, but I know that this is wrong.
What is the school doing about it? The student in question is in the office in tears, and the school is not doing anything.
I immediately pulled out my school issued planner with the code of conduct inside. A Class II offense, which should result in up to six hours of "out-of-school" detention (in the event of a first offense), has a harassment and bullying policy. It reads as follows:
Webster Dictionary Online defines the verb "bully" as "to affect by means of force or coercion".
Today, someone I do not know personally, but many of my friends know, has been bullied into tears. She came in this morning, minding her own business, and people began to bully her because she wants to start a Gay-Straight Alliance here at school. She was crying before school started. I do not know what all went on, but I know that this is wrong.
What is the school doing about it? The student in question is in the office in tears, and the school is not doing anything.
I immediately pulled out my school issued planner with the code of conduct inside. A Class II offense, which should result in up to six hours of "out-of-school" detention (in the event of a first offense), has a harassment and bullying policy. It reads as follows:
2.09 Harassment/BullyingThe student's mother is on her way up here right now, and she is probably going to start a fight with the administration. This is my "calm", logical cry to arms against the administration. Kill them with the law. Show them that by ignoring this infraction, they are violating a law that they promised to uphold school rules.
With intent to harass, annoy, intimidate, or alarm whether socially, physically, or emotionally, a student:
A. ...
B. ...
...
E. use speech or other expression intended to insult or stigmatize others on the basis of their sex, race, color, handicap, religion, sexual orientation or national origin;
F. ...
Such activity may result in an automatic suspension of up to three (3) days from school.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
I was in the News!
Over the summer, as many of you may know, I was in the news! I was on television, and in the paper. Here's a link to the Birmingham News Article where I'm pictured!
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
New York, New York
My dream has always been to go to New York. I've always wanted to live in what is known as the capital of the world. When I see New York City in movies or tv shows, I can't help but smile at the warmth in my heart that burns.
When I initially found out the high school band was going to go to New York this spring for there trip, I was jealous. I was beyond jealous. I considered stuffing myself into someone's suitcase.
Then I found out my friend from another school was going to New York also. I got angry-jealous by that time. I mean, there I was, this little girl with a big dream that everyone else was going to reach before me, whether it was there dream or not.
Then I discovered my high school DECA was going to go, and the passionate fire in my heart ignited. I wanted to go so bad, so I immediately contacted the teacher to get more information.
I was informed that New York is expensive. Of course, I already knew that, but my family usually comes through for me. Not this time.
My mom just got out of the hospital, and we have those bills to pay. My brother has graduated college and moved back home, so that's another mouth we feed. I'm driving, trying to find work, but no one's hiring and ga prices are skyrocketing. It seemed New York was out of the question.
I was upset. I considered death because of my reckless emotional state. I was angry at God. What did I do? What did this family do to deserve these trails?
I went to talk to the DECA sponsor again. She told me they were having fundraisers to help pay for the trip, and gave me a Little Caesars' Pizza Kit sales booklet. I thought I had a chance.
I asked everyone I knew. I begged. I explained, but a lot of people just couldn't afford it. I told them they could also just sponsor me without buying, and many said they would see.
I turned in my money having sold 6 pizza kits- which is a record for me. That's when I was told devastating news; my high school DECA may not be able to go due to lack of interest.
I was crushed. I walked through the hallways in anger, frustration, and sadness. When I finally made it to my car I'd sucked up the years and just sat brooding in anger. I blamed all my emotions on a teacher I'd gotten on trouble with earlier that day and cranked up the rock music.
The fire was still there though. The teacher told me it was possible we could still go, but we need someone- anyone- to turn in their deposit. I told her I was trying, but I don't think that was good enough.
I have $37 in donations. The deposit is $350. I'm asking for charity. I'm laying my insecurities down and admitting what my parents won't-I need help.
If anyone would like to please e-mail me or Facebook me. You're not a bad person if you don't. I understand that we're all going through tough times, I'm just trying to meet my dreams.
E-mail: writermiddle@yahoo.com
Please put "New York DECA" as the subject line. (This is to weed out spam.)
And thank you. Just for even reading this and sending up a prayer or good thoughts, thanks.
When I initially found out the high school band was going to go to New York this spring for there trip, I was jealous. I was beyond jealous. I considered stuffing myself into someone's suitcase.
Then I found out my friend from another school was going to New York also. I got angry-jealous by that time. I mean, there I was, this little girl with a big dream that everyone else was going to reach before me, whether it was there dream or not.
Then I discovered my high school DECA was going to go, and the passionate fire in my heart ignited. I wanted to go so bad, so I immediately contacted the teacher to get more information.
I was informed that New York is expensive. Of course, I already knew that, but my family usually comes through for me. Not this time.
My mom just got out of the hospital, and we have those bills to pay. My brother has graduated college and moved back home, so that's another mouth we feed. I'm driving, trying to find work, but no one's hiring and ga prices are skyrocketing. It seemed New York was out of the question.
I was upset. I considered death because of my reckless emotional state. I was angry at God. What did I do? What did this family do to deserve these trails?
I went to talk to the DECA sponsor again. She told me they were having fundraisers to help pay for the trip, and gave me a Little Caesars' Pizza Kit sales booklet. I thought I had a chance.
I asked everyone I knew. I begged. I explained, but a lot of people just couldn't afford it. I told them they could also just sponsor me without buying, and many said they would see.
I turned in my money having sold 6 pizza kits- which is a record for me. That's when I was told devastating news; my high school DECA may not be able to go due to lack of interest.
I was crushed. I walked through the hallways in anger, frustration, and sadness. When I finally made it to my car I'd sucked up the years and just sat brooding in anger. I blamed all my emotions on a teacher I'd gotten on trouble with earlier that day and cranked up the rock music.
The fire was still there though. The teacher told me it was possible we could still go, but we need someone- anyone- to turn in their deposit. I told her I was trying, but I don't think that was good enough.
I have $37 in donations. The deposit is $350. I'm asking for charity. I'm laying my insecurities down and admitting what my parents won't-I need help.
If anyone would like to please e-mail me or Facebook me. You're not a bad person if you don't. I understand that we're all going through tough times, I'm just trying to meet my dreams.
E-mail: writermiddle@yahoo.com
Please put "New York DECA" as the subject line. (This is to weed out spam.)
And thank you. Just for even reading this and sending up a prayer or good thoughts, thanks.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
18 September 2011
I've had a great weekend. As I post this, it's midnight-thirty on Sunday. I have church in the morning and I'm excited to go, but right now I just want to reflect on the past two days.
Friday, as you know, I was a little pissed off, (see "I'm Pissed") but I quickly got over that as I headed to pick up my friends Desarae and Delaney. We were all going to the Hueytown vs. McAdory game together which premiered on ESPN U. Twenty thousand people were at the game, but we all managed to find our friends Lauren, Jane, Jacob, Squishy, and Leigh-Ann (which I always seem to change the way to spell her name), anyways, I also found a new friend, Haleigh. She's another one of 'dem white girls witta black card', or that was my impression. She is Jane's friend so we hung out a lot that night.
We all had lot of fun at the game (minus the time I spilt Gatorade in my bag and ruined my new copy of Kathryn Stockett's The Help), Hueytown won (GO HYT!), and I took Delaney, Desarae, and Jane back to my house.
We left immediately. We piled into my car, and took Delaney home, we jammed some, took Jane home to get her clothes, jammed some more, dropped Jane off at our friend's house, and instead of jamming the short distance back to my house, Desarae and I tried to get in touch with Caroline and Lauren to make sure A) they weren't waiting on us at my house, and B) they were gonna make it to my house. We found out Lauren was eating at Burger King (ew) and Caroline was at her house, waiting. Desarae and I decided they'd make it some way (okay, that's shrugging off the subject, but its kinda what happened) and we hung out at my house. She learned about my genealogy, I decided I was going to die from heat, and we began cooking chicken fingers.
The chicken fingers were almost done. I was flipping them over and they would need a few more minutes. As I explained this to Desarae, she screamed and ran through the small door into my dining room. I looked up and Lauren and Caroline had arrived. It was very post-scary funny; I was laughing and my heart was racing. "How'd ya'll get in without opening the door?" I joked, because we hadn't heard them come in. I blame the congestion that my ears were not up to par.
They walked in (cause Caroline used to practically live here) and went to put all there stuff on my bed and change clothes. I followed them and we talked a little. Mom came out of her room and was surprised to see that we had multiplied. She went to bed shortly after (she knew we were gonna be super hyper). Dad and my brother, Stephen came home an hour or so later. We had eaten and drank sodas, and we were telling pick up lines. When Stephen walked in I turned to him and asked him some cheesy innuendo, to which he replied with his own, then sat down and joined us.
We got bored with pick up lines and turned toward Netflix via Stephen's PS3. We wanted to watch something funny, but Netflix only has dumb stuff, so we didn't pay much attention to it. We laughed and "fought" (over seats mostly) some more and finally got tired.
"Ssssttteeeppphhhaaaniiiee," Desarae (I believe) whined with a slur, "Didn't you clean up downstairs so we could sleep?"
"Ya," I replied, tired myself.
"Do you have this," the speaker (I have no clue who) asked, indicating toward the television, "down there?"
"I don't know if I do. Maybe," I said. My Wii had been broken for a while, "I'll go see."
"GO SEE!" Caroline yelled. She likes to pretend she's the boss of me.
I went down and fixed everything up. We migrated downstairs and turned on Tangled. Everyone was trying to stay awake, but it was four a.m., and that wasn't happening. Caroline, Desarae, and Lauren spread out on the two twin bed that were next to each other (a day bed and a trundle) and I spread out on the couch we were all previously squished on.
Caroline (the light-weight) went to sleep pretty quickly, but Desarae, Lauren, and I stayed up and talked about boys, life, and other things you see in all those weird movies. We decided to go to sleep and I turned off the lamp. Not a minute later we heard Caroline say (in her sleep) "Out of order!" After a fit of giggles and jokes of what in the world she could be dreaming about, we went to sleep.
My mom came down around 11 a.m. and told us she was leaving with my brother to Hoover. We decided it was time to get up. Actually, they decided it was time to get up. I wanted to sleep forever. I did, however, eventually get up and make my way groggily up the stairs. They discovered the pancake batter and decided they would try their hand at cooking. Caroline did it mostly (after I fixed the hot plate where it would actually cook the pancakes). They weren't amazing, but they weren't horrible. At least they were something.
We spent the next hour and a half trying to decide what to do. When we finally did, I called my mom to tell her. (We were going to get the tickets for the "Who Shot Rock and Roll?" exhibit from Caroline's mom and go there). Drama. My family was going to the Quad for the Alabama game in a few hours, and I wouldn't have time to do both. I tried to tell my friends I wanted to go to the Quad, but they weren't having it. They begged and pleaded and promised to never talk to me again if I didn't do this, so I gave in.
It took us forever to all take showers and get ready, but we were out the door around 2:10 p.m. We almost died on the interstate when Desarae accidently knocked my car in neutral, but we made it to Birmingham in one piece. We had to park about half a mile from the Birmingham Museum of Art, but we stayed together and I tried to be the voice of reason when Caroline and Lauren decided it would be fun to scream back at these people across the street. (they weren't saying words, it was just whoops of some sort). We went to the exhibit and saw really cool, amazing pictures.
We looked at the outside garden, then decided it as time to leave. It was about 4:00- 4:30. We headed back toward the car and this man who was a self described "homeless nigger" came and asked us for money so he could get something from McDonald's. I love to help the homeless, don't get me wrong, but not when I'm the oldest person there, and a part of the only gender. I told him we didn't have any money, and we ran across the street after he had turned to leave us. I thank the people in the car on that street for watching us, along with the two men across the street. Anyways, we got to the car and I locked the doors. Good thing to, because when we got to the light right before the on ramp, the man we had talked to was right next to us, and the light was red. I told them not to look over, but he noticed us. Luckily, the light turned green.
I sped on to the interstate and we all heaved a sigh of relief. I tried explaining that the man was probably harmless, but I was happy with the way we handled the situation. Feeling much older, we headed back toward town.
We went to Little Caesar's and shared a pepperoni pizza and Italian Cheese Bread. We went to McDonald's and bought tea and a chocolate shake for me (I was the only one with enough). We stayed in that parking lot and watched the intersection. It was fun. We talked more about people, and life, and the day we'd had.
We finished our food and got bored sitting there. We, again, couldn't decide where to go, so I simply cranked the car and started driving. Desarae and Caroline decided they wanted to play "Destination Unknown" in which all the passengers in the car closed there eyes and tried to figure out where we we going. (Yes, we did make this at the moment). Lauren joined in and they all started yelling about where we were going. I honestly didn't know where we we going, but it was fun, and funny to listen to them get confused and be so lost. I drove a weird way to the football stadium and they were so lost. I explained how we got there, and we decided to play again. They closed there eyes and started yelling about what we were passing. They got something wrong though, and eventually in their minds we had driven through Food Giant, through Pine building, into Qubec, past Onterio, and ended up in the middle school parking lot. (That's where I had them open their eyes). It was hilarious.
Desarae had to meet "her person" soon so we could only go to a place nearby. We ended up going to Wal-Mart. After a thirty second burst of energy, we all crashed. (Except Lauren who happens to made of highly excited atoms that never stop moving.) We walked around for about ten to fifteen minutes before we walked back out and I took Lauren home.
Desarae's person was at Zaxby's, so we went there, then we decided to wait on her person to get finished eating before we'd leave. We tried to sleep in the car, but it didn't work well. We ran inside when we found out the band kids were there, but shortly came back out because we couldn't stand to stand. We talked about things that didn't make since and acted like we were drunk, and finally Jaylen, (Desarae's person), came out and told her they were leaving.
I took Caroline home (whom was still trying to take a nap in the back seat), and went home myself. It was 7:15 ish. I turned on the Alabama game and, shortly after, fell asleep.
My parents came home, but I slept a little longer, then I decided to change into pj's, and tell you all about the day, but now its 2:00 in the morning and this post is extremely long. Oh well. It was a great weekend. God has blessed me with great friends.
[Note: I haven't had time to edit any of the grammar mistakes or awkward sentences, but I need to go to bed, so I'm going to do all that later. Comment if you see anything.]
Friday, as you know, I was a little pissed off, (see "I'm Pissed") but I quickly got over that as I headed to pick up my friends Desarae and Delaney. We were all going to the Hueytown vs. McAdory game together which premiered on ESPN U. Twenty thousand people were at the game, but we all managed to find our friends Lauren, Jane, Jacob, Squishy, and Leigh-Ann (which I always seem to change the way to spell her name), anyways, I also found a new friend, Haleigh. She's another one of 'dem white girls witta black card', or that was my impression. She is Jane's friend so we hung out a lot that night.
We all had lot of fun at the game (minus the time I spilt Gatorade in my bag and ruined my new copy of Kathryn Stockett's The Help), Hueytown won (GO HYT!), and I took Delaney, Desarae, and Jane back to my house.
We left immediately. We piled into my car, and took Delaney home, we jammed some, took Jane home to get her clothes, jammed some more, dropped Jane off at our friend's house, and instead of jamming the short distance back to my house, Desarae and I tried to get in touch with Caroline and Lauren to make sure A) they weren't waiting on us at my house, and B) they were gonna make it to my house. We found out Lauren was eating at Burger King (ew) and Caroline was at her house, waiting. Desarae and I decided they'd make it some way (okay, that's shrugging off the subject, but its kinda what happened) and we hung out at my house. She learned about my genealogy, I decided I was going to die from heat, and we began cooking chicken fingers.
The chicken fingers were almost done. I was flipping them over and they would need a few more minutes. As I explained this to Desarae, she screamed and ran through the small door into my dining room. I looked up and Lauren and Caroline had arrived. It was very post-scary funny; I was laughing and my heart was racing. "How'd ya'll get in without opening the door?" I joked, because we hadn't heard them come in. I blame the congestion that my ears were not up to par.
They walked in (cause Caroline used to practically live here) and went to put all there stuff on my bed and change clothes. I followed them and we talked a little. Mom came out of her room and was surprised to see that we had multiplied. She went to bed shortly after (she knew we were gonna be super hyper). Dad and my brother, Stephen came home an hour or so later. We had eaten and drank sodas, and we were telling pick up lines. When Stephen walked in I turned to him and asked him some cheesy innuendo, to which he replied with his own, then sat down and joined us.
We got bored with pick up lines and turned toward Netflix via Stephen's PS3. We wanted to watch something funny, but Netflix only has dumb stuff, so we didn't pay much attention to it. We laughed and "fought" (over seats mostly) some more and finally got tired.
"Ssssttteeeppphhhaaaniiiee," Desarae (I believe) whined with a slur, "Didn't you clean up downstairs so we could sleep?"
"Ya," I replied, tired myself.
"Do you have this," the speaker (I have no clue who) asked, indicating toward the television, "down there?"
"I don't know if I do. Maybe," I said. My Wii had been broken for a while, "I'll go see."
"GO SEE!" Caroline yelled. She likes to pretend she's the boss of me.
I went down and fixed everything up. We migrated downstairs and turned on Tangled. Everyone was trying to stay awake, but it was four a.m., and that wasn't happening. Caroline, Desarae, and Lauren spread out on the two twin bed that were next to each other (a day bed and a trundle) and I spread out on the couch we were all previously squished on.
Caroline (the light-weight) went to sleep pretty quickly, but Desarae, Lauren, and I stayed up and talked about boys, life, and other things you see in all those weird movies. We decided to go to sleep and I turned off the lamp. Not a minute later we heard Caroline say (in her sleep) "Out of order!" After a fit of giggles and jokes of what in the world she could be dreaming about, we went to sleep.
My mom came down around 11 a.m. and told us she was leaving with my brother to Hoover. We decided it was time to get up. Actually, they decided it was time to get up. I wanted to sleep forever. I did, however, eventually get up and make my way groggily up the stairs. They discovered the pancake batter and decided they would try their hand at cooking. Caroline did it mostly (after I fixed the hot plate where it would actually cook the pancakes). They weren't amazing, but they weren't horrible. At least they were something.
We spent the next hour and a half trying to decide what to do. When we finally did, I called my mom to tell her. (We were going to get the tickets for the "Who Shot Rock and Roll?" exhibit from Caroline's mom and go there). Drama. My family was going to the Quad for the Alabama game in a few hours, and I wouldn't have time to do both. I tried to tell my friends I wanted to go to the Quad, but they weren't having it. They begged and pleaded and promised to never talk to me again if I didn't do this, so I gave in.
It took us forever to all take showers and get ready, but we were out the door around 2:10 p.m. We almost died on the interstate when Desarae accidently knocked my car in neutral, but we made it to Birmingham in one piece. We had to park about half a mile from the Birmingham Museum of Art, but we stayed together and I tried to be the voice of reason when Caroline and Lauren decided it would be fun to scream back at these people across the street. (they weren't saying words, it was just whoops of some sort). We went to the exhibit and saw really cool, amazing pictures.
We looked at the outside garden, then decided it as time to leave. It was about 4:00- 4:30. We headed back toward the car and this man who was a self described "homeless nigger" came and asked us for money so he could get something from McDonald's. I love to help the homeless, don't get me wrong, but not when I'm the oldest person there, and a part of the only gender. I told him we didn't have any money, and we ran across the street after he had turned to leave us. I thank the people in the car on that street for watching us, along with the two men across the street. Anyways, we got to the car and I locked the doors. Good thing to, because when we got to the light right before the on ramp, the man we had talked to was right next to us, and the light was red. I told them not to look over, but he noticed us. Luckily, the light turned green.
I sped on to the interstate and we all heaved a sigh of relief. I tried explaining that the man was probably harmless, but I was happy with the way we handled the situation. Feeling much older, we headed back toward town.
We went to Little Caesar's and shared a pepperoni pizza and Italian Cheese Bread. We went to McDonald's and bought tea and a chocolate shake for me (I was the only one with enough). We stayed in that parking lot and watched the intersection. It was fun. We talked more about people, and life, and the day we'd had.
We finished our food and got bored sitting there. We, again, couldn't decide where to go, so I simply cranked the car and started driving. Desarae and Caroline decided they wanted to play "Destination Unknown" in which all the passengers in the car closed there eyes and tried to figure out where we we going. (Yes, we did make this at the moment). Lauren joined in and they all started yelling about where we were going. I honestly didn't know where we we going, but it was fun, and funny to listen to them get confused and be so lost. I drove a weird way to the football stadium and they were so lost. I explained how we got there, and we decided to play again. They closed there eyes and started yelling about what we were passing. They got something wrong though, and eventually in their minds we had driven through Food Giant, through Pine building, into Qubec, past Onterio, and ended up in the middle school parking lot. (That's where I had them open their eyes). It was hilarious.
Desarae had to meet "her person" soon so we could only go to a place nearby. We ended up going to Wal-Mart. After a thirty second burst of energy, we all crashed. (Except Lauren who happens to made of highly excited atoms that never stop moving.) We walked around for about ten to fifteen minutes before we walked back out and I took Lauren home.
Desarae's person was at Zaxby's, so we went there, then we decided to wait on her person to get finished eating before we'd leave. We tried to sleep in the car, but it didn't work well. We ran inside when we found out the band kids were there, but shortly came back out because we couldn't stand to stand. We talked about things that didn't make since and acted like we were drunk, and finally Jaylen, (Desarae's person), came out and told her they were leaving.
I took Caroline home (whom was still trying to take a nap in the back seat), and went home myself. It was 7:15 ish. I turned on the Alabama game and, shortly after, fell asleep.
My parents came home, but I slept a little longer, then I decided to change into pj's, and tell you all about the day, but now its 2:00 in the morning and this post is extremely long. Oh well. It was a great weekend. God has blessed me with great friends.
[Note: I haven't had time to edit any of the grammar mistakes or awkward sentences, but I need to go to bed, so I'm going to do all that later. Comment if you see anything.]
Friday, September 16, 2011
I'm Pissed
High school is the gate way to adulthood, right?
High school is supposed to be where students learn the daily skills needed in today's society.
It is also where students are supposed to learn how to live and act like adults; with passion and creativity.
Cursing is part of that creativity.
No, I'm not talking about someone pisses you off and you say, "Hey man, F*** you and your momma!"
I'm talking about joking around with some buddies and saying, "Ha, fuck you man, you know I don't like reggae."
The use of "curse words" is seen as highly offensive and "immature", but the fact of the matter is adults use them all the time.
"Well you're not supposed to use them in the 'workplace' setting," some people would say. But then why did my boss constantly curse in front of me (not at me) while I was working with him? He never cursed at anyone, but he cursed in front of whomever he wanted.
"Well he's an adult," you'd say, but ho-ho-ho, I've got you there. You see, the beginning of this post explains how high school is the gateway to adulthood.
All I'm asking for is some freedom. You control when we stand and sit, you control where we go and at what times, you control which doors we're allowed to use, you control what we eat, what we drink, and when we do so. The only "freedom" we have is in the hallways between classes, but with some teachers and administrators, even helping someone up who's fallen can be seen as a threat.
I just don't understand how you can harp on how the Bill of Rights is one of the most important pieces of legislature ever passed, and then go and deny us those right. It just doesn't make since to me.
I want the freedom to curse. That's all. I want the freedom to express myself and be me. If you can't give me that then what, exactly, am I getting from high school?
High school is supposed to be where students learn the daily skills needed in today's society.
It is also where students are supposed to learn how to live and act like adults; with passion and creativity.
Cursing is part of that creativity.
No, I'm not talking about someone pisses you off and you say, "Hey man, F*** you and your momma!"
I'm talking about joking around with some buddies and saying, "Ha, fuck you man, you know I don't like reggae."
The use of "curse words" is seen as highly offensive and "immature", but the fact of the matter is adults use them all the time.
"Well you're not supposed to use them in the 'workplace' setting," some people would say. But then why did my boss constantly curse in front of me (not at me) while I was working with him? He never cursed at anyone, but he cursed in front of whomever he wanted.
"Well he's an adult," you'd say, but ho-ho-ho, I've got you there. You see, the beginning of this post explains how high school is the gateway to adulthood.
All I'm asking for is some freedom. You control when we stand and sit, you control where we go and at what times, you control which doors we're allowed to use, you control what we eat, what we drink, and when we do so. The only "freedom" we have is in the hallways between classes, but with some teachers and administrators, even helping someone up who's fallen can be seen as a threat.
I just don't understand how you can harp on how the Bill of Rights is one of the most important pieces of legislature ever passed, and then go and deny us those right. It just doesn't make since to me.
I want the freedom to curse. That's all. I want the freedom to express myself and be me. If you can't give me that then what, exactly, am I getting from high school?
It Speaks!
I have one voice, but many keys. Words are a way of life. Words can start wars, or stop them. Words can make someone fall in love with you, or hate your guts. In every great speech, there are words. In every great memoir, there are words. Words are important, and there are millions of them. If you include other languages there are over ten-trillion of them! (I don't know exactly, I'm just trying to get a point across).
So this blog will be some of my words. Maybe some of my class assignments for journalism. Mostly a lot of weird rambles, but rambles full of--you guessed it--words!
So this blog will be some of my words. Maybe some of my class assignments for journalism. Mostly a lot of weird rambles, but rambles full of--you guessed it--words!
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