Uniforms Debate

My school is pushing for uniforms for the next school year. That is my graduating year of high school, and it is going to suck that I will have to celebrate my last year of grade school in ill-fitting khakis and heavy polo shirts.

I really want to fight the issue of uniforms because it is not a necessary evil. It is not going to help behavioral issues. It not going change young boys' mindset of women. It is not going to change boys sagging there pants. You are solving nothing.

Improve test scores, you say? Ha, ha no. Tell me how that can be directly proven. More teachers are obligated to check dress code sacrificing valuable instructional time. I have seen more students in detention due to dress code than without it. I have been in detention one time, throughout my whole school career. That one time was due to not wearing my uniform correctly. Honestly, there is way more pressing issues than uniforms. Administration should have concerned with teachers getting cursed out by students. They should have been more focused on an education no matter what you were wearing. Education should be the main focus not the article of clothing on your body.

Increased attendance, you say? Sorry, but you are sadly mistaken. Uniforms may improve readiness time, but there is a lake of motivation to get up in the morning, in the first place. Students will find no reason to get excited for school. Personally, I would get up early to get ready if I was excited about a new dress I got. I had a sense of self-pride. I had a better body positive image of myself. Uniforms can be depressing. I never felt pretty in an uniform. Schools should encourage body positive not conformity.

Prisons strip identity. Should school do this too? I thoughts schools were supposed to promote
individuality. I thought school was supposed to be a safe place to express yourself. 

No bullying, you say? I'm very sorry to say, but bullying is always going to an issue. Bullying may be reduced, but bullying is always going to be present. People have their insecurities, and they lash out on others that are different. There will always be differences between students. Race. Religion. Culture. Gender. There is always judgmental attitudes. Uniforms are not sheltering your kid from the injustice in the world. I'm sorry for being straight forward. I'm just very passionate with the no uniforms movement.

She went from this...

To this

Helps people in poverty, you say? Parents may not feel obligated to pay for the latest fad in fashion, but what about the latest fad in technology? You have to have the new phone, right? What about name brand shoes? The Nikes? The Jordans? What about the best hair? What about the new makeup fad? There will always be that social competition.




If the administration doesn't change there mind, I'm going to have to spark some creativity into my uniform. Remember that episode of It's so Raven where she decked out her uniform to protest. Technically, she did not break any rules and she still looked fabulous. That's what I'm going to do.






Uniforms provide no benefit. Period. Honestly, I believe they are more of a hassle. My opinion is very basis, I agree. If you would like to comment your personal opinion, I encourage it. I would love to hear your opinion of the debate about uniforms.

I'm fed up with the public education system. Common core to uniforms. Foul play across the board.

College Search: The Drama

Is it really time to start thinking about college?

This is a debatable topic that many struggle over. And I know I want to go to college but I don't why. I know I'm supposed to. I know the outcome. I know it matters but why does it manner?

Sometimes college looks like a happy place to explore. Other times college looks like another hoop to jump through.

I feel conflicted.

I do, I do want to go to college. I just wish I never if I was ready or not when the opportunity comes in the near future. I hope I'm ready. I wish I didn't doubt myself--not my ability but my commit.

I don't want to waste my time getting a degree that I don't want nor wish to prosper in.

I think my main concern is fear. Fear that I won't enjoy what I do. Fear that I will not like my field.  Fear that something better is out there and I didn't find it.

I know that college is pretty cool but I just want to know if I'm there for the right reasons.

I have been taking various tests determining possible college majors. Most of them end of with engineering and mathematical careers. I looked into engineering as you may know but now I'm second-guessing everything. EVERYTHING.

I am conflicted.

I dunno.

Don't listen to me.

I'm just thinking out loud.

I'll be back with a fun post soon.

Computer Class

Normally when I go to my first class we do tons busy work which doesn't really have any real meaning behind it.


 I guess you can't wish for much when it comes to a computer class that doesn't have up to date computers. It is such a cliche; I find it strangely funny.

I had this brilliant opportunity in computer class a few weeks ago to write about anything I wanted. We could write a short story, poem, or song.

I took this as my chance to truly write what I wanted.  I toggled over ideas that would be labeled as typical: your idol, your high school experience so far, things you like, and even your favorite thing about yourself. Nothing seemed to spark my interest.

I then googled types of poems. I was sure I was going to write a poem. I saw familar poems and some layouts that I tried before. I stumbled upon a poem that uses mostly questions. It was a format that I heard of but never attempted.

Now, I had a layout plan. Then, I thought about things that I questioned.

Finally, I had my poem.  I printed and turned my paper in. I think was awesome and spot on. Simple and sweet. What do you think?

Here's my poem:

Questions

Why am I writing this?

A project?

An assigned paper?

Maybe I actually found a piece of inspiration,

Hidden among the loads of busy work?

Maybe I found a reason to actually try?

Maybe I looked at a goal, and really tried to succeed?

Perhaps I was so tired of the same repetitive nonsense

That I jumped on a chance to be creative?

To write my true thoughts?

To explain my point of view?

Maybe because this is simply what I was told to do?

An assigned paper?

A project?

Why am I writing this?

I wonder what my teacher thought. I should have asked him.

See you in my next post.

Bye.

Reaction to my 1st post

Yeah, I never thought this moment would come where I made a reaction video but the time has come. Recently, I was scouting for a new blog topic and came a course reaction video. I skipped over it but then came back to it thinking it would be a good idea since my first post was a video. 

I never really liked reaction videos but I thought I'll give it a try.

Basically, I cringed the whole time and critic my past self. It was pretty awful but this video isn't all that good either. 

Enjoy, I guess. 

Oh, yeah and I almost forgot. Here's the link to watch my first blog post.  That way you can watch the video with me and can both cringe together. 

I can't believe that it's been about 10 months since I started my blog. Time flies. 

See you in the next post. Bye.

Goals

Hey everybody.

It been days since I blogged due to my new obsession The Sims and I had a nasty little virus on my computer.  It was awful. Both the virus and the obsession.

I have a problem. Why are those little people made of pixels so interesting? Today, I told myself that I will not play at all because I wanted to dedicate myself to my writing and exercising. I'm still trying to reach my goal of 1,000 miles. I haven't actually set a date to finish the miles. But I'm hoping that It's by March. That would make it two years since I started which is really sad, but I could still say I did it. 

AND I still want to write a novel and publish by the time I graduate high school. That's almost two years away. AND I haven't even thought of a worthy idea to make into  novel.  AND publishers are tough.

Breath. 

This actually why  I put the 1000 miles as a goal.Walking/running makes me calm down in a way. I shouldn't be abusing my way of relaxation by setting a goal and beating myself to complete it.

I think that sounded too harsh. I didn't mean for it sound soooooo harsh. Honest. Everyone is probably saying "Calm down, girl. You're still young."

AND that's how I resorted to the Sims, I think. I can screw up their lives and not take any chances with mine. I can blow their budgets and throw parties every other day. I make them quit their job and constantly enjoy life.

One of my Sims even created a novel and their only problem was to make sure their basic needs were in check: hunger, bladder, sleep and hygiene.

Ugh. They make it look so easy.

Wow, long tune no see

I originally made my post called wow, no long time no see but then stupid auto correct on my phone made the post called wow, long tune no see. I kind of liked it, so I kept the title because it can apply to life and its funny how crazy auto correct make you sound wiser for a change than sound really really stupid.

People can preach so much and not practice it and hate how they do this. I even go back on ,y word sometimes. Long tune, no see. I rant and ramble about people's foolishness just to make you laugh.

I hoped you laughed.

I talk about my life happenings and say how I wake up like a zombie every single day and waddle around doing absolutely nothing productive sometimes. Then I turn around and say how you can be positive.

Long tune, no see.

I pick apart people's bones and say how annoying they are but make myself sound like a perfect angel at times.

I say I'm constantly bored and then turn around and say how you can inspire yourself.

Long tune, no see. (what a weird little saying that totally makes sense now)






I don't know what lesson I'm trying create but I just want you be mindful of this constant humanized act. Yeah, everyone has there bad days, week, month, or even year. I guess I'm trying to say is reach for that lifestyle that you are trying to create.



Live that life with inspiration and positive or what ever you been preaching (as long as it is within reason, of course).



Originally, this post was about me apologizing about being gone for so long. But seriously nobody, including me, wants to hear a halfway apologetic post about nothing. That's useless.

Like my teacher said you can write a whole paper and make it grammatically correct but it says nothing.

Communication skills

On Friday, I was staying after school for tutoring. well, I wouldn't call it tutoring. I would call it extra help for this big test coming up about our "Summer reading" book, The Stealth of Nations. You could learn more about my frustrations with this book here and here. I use the term "summer reading" loosely because my teacher's communication skills aren't the best and failed to contact people about the book. In return, he said he would push the test back. This is good thing because I get extra days to study and prep fro the test. He even decided to have studying and tutoring sessions. I didn't  go to the first two thinking that I get the  gist of those chapters. I finally decided to buckle myself down and go to the chapter 9&10 session. I knew for sure that my teacher was going to drop hints and basically give us the answers on the test so I was ready to take notes and everything.

My friend and I  decided to go with me to the tutoring so we both went to the class after the last bell rang. We stalled a little bit but decided to go. We sat down and three other people were in there. We put down our stuff. I pulled out my book all ready to learn. The teacher started talking and said he was tired and didn't want to do the tutoring today. He gave us a fake yawn and everything. We laughed and sat down. He went back to clicking away on his computer.

A few minutes later the three of them left. The teacher was still clicking around on his computer. I pointed to my watch and then to the teacher. My friend shrugged. I asked my teacher if he was serious earlier about no tutoring today. He said yeah, I was serious. Bye.

I stood there shocked out of mind. What does he mean, tutoring is cancelled? I thought he was being sarcastic earlier. He's always sarcastic!You can tell how sarcastic he is because I italicized, underlined, and made "always" bold.


I told him I had my thinking cap on and was ready to learn. All he said in return without looking up from his computer was sorry. He let us sit there for twenty minutes.

The crazy man. He gets on my absolute nerves.

Both our rides weren't going to be there until an hour later so we went to my sister's practice which was boring as usual. I rather not go into detail about that. It's not important to the story.

When practice ended, my friend's ride was there. Our dad still was no where to be found. I called him and he said he was still at work and he would be there in 25 minutes. I didn't really care to hear that. He was supposed to be here already. I reminded him. My sister reminded him. My mom reminded him. By the way, he got there in 28 minutes.

All I did while I waited was roll my eyes and become angrier by the second. I was so mad. Nothing was going as planned.

I guess you could tell everyone's communication skills were just not working that day.

So annoying

I just got picked up from school and my grandfather zoomed off to the hospital. It wasn't an emergency, no. Just a check up for m grandmother. I don't want to get into that though. Anyway, we zoomed off to sit across frm the hospital to wait in the car. Just to wait until my grandmother comes out from her appointment. It is so annoying I can't seem to grasp the idea of why we have to sit in the steamng hot car just get the call that's she is done.

Now we done this a million times before. Where my grandfather drops her off and sits in the parking garage, some random spot, or drives in endless circles. I just don't get wh he can't drop her off and go back to house and wait until she calls and says she is done or even almost done if she doesn't want to wait for about fifteen minutes. Better yet she could drive herself. She is perfectly capable if doing that. I even questioned them of their methods 'dropping off people' and they never really answer my question.

And I been taught not to question adults too much. My teacher begs to differ. He says asking why is the greatest things to do and society has ruined it by answering with because I said so.

 

Now I'm really mad because not only is hot out here but apparently a mosquito got in here and chewed up my arm I got bite three times on my left arm while I was typing away on he first paragraph. That sucks. I get chewed up so easily. the main reasons why I dislike outside: insects and the weather. 

Moving back on topic, we are still waiting for
my wonderful grandmother to show up and put herself in the passenger seat so we can go over to their house. Today out lucky spot is behind the hospital by a construction zone. My grandfather and brother must look like spectors to the amazing sport of people watching. They pulled out chairs and everything.


Yup, that's not awkward at all.

 We are parked pretty close to the sign that says hard hat zone. And right beside that sign is a port-a-potty: I hate the smell and constant reminder that I have to pee. Nobody even told me that I was getting dragged along to this; I they had I would have been prepared. I quests I'll stop ranting because my granddaddy just said she'll be done in five minutes.

 

Gym class? I rather not.

In my school we have this little thing called Physical Education and every time I take it, it sucks. This school year I have Gym all year long. That wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't so clumsy and actual hand-eye coordination.

People tell ask me all the time why I hate gym class. I just do. I never really liked or had an interest in team sports. I am not a team kind of person. If I happen to be in a team, I am a team player but if I had my choice I would want to work on my own thing every time.

Back to my story, I heard all these stories about how gym was going to make me so tired and sore. I heard how I was going to be doing circuit training to the max (a series of little workouts. Ex: push ups, sit ups, jumping rope, and jumping jacks).  I was so afraid of this class and this man. I hadn't exercised in about a three weeks so I amused I would be sore in the morning.

The night before I packed my gym clothes and went to sleep thinking that I was going to have an awful time (I had a lot of bad gym experiences in the past Ex. falling in class, sitting out of activities, and awkward dances. The things they made us do).

When it was finally in gym at the end of the day I was freaking out.

The stretching part at the beginning where everyone was standing perfectly apart was very awkward. The coach barked out all these orders and different stretches. When we did our circuit training we didn't stand in one place very long to really 'feel the burn' which was fine but we never really got started.

By the end of it though I was fine. I survived and it wasn't that bad. I think I did pretty well.  I was more in shape than I thought  I was.

I let all those people freak me out for nothing. I had to see and experience it for myself.

Chaos of the First Day of School

I went back to school toady. I can't really tell you much I wasn't ready to go back to school. Every year I have an excuse to not want to go back. The main reason this year was that I had to go back to school earlier than I did last year. Last year, the main reason I didn't want to go back to school was that I was becoming a freshmen and didn't know much about being a high-schooler. I was fresh meat not a freshman.

It is always a reason and probably always will be a reason.

This year I got some tough teachers from what I hear and what my impression from them. I know for a fact that a lot teachers come off tough but they are really nice. This one teacher when he shut the door just started laughing. It was a very creepy laugh too. He was laughing because someone had their phone out trying to "secretly" text. He kind of reminded me of Mr. Crocker from Fairly Odd Parents minus the hunched back and obsession with fairies. The tall skinny legs. The glasses. The haircut. The laugh. The impossible class to ace unless you're AJ which was the guy sitting in the chair by the corner. He stole all the awards last year and left me with zip. 

I also have this other teacher that wants the impossible and strangest things for her class. Why do we need post-it notes and graph paper composition notebook? I'm in Chemistry not math class. Someone please explain. 

Also for some apparent reason these upperclassmen are so superior. I just want to knock  them down a level since I have a ton of classes with all grades. I hope I don't come off as a jerk like other people do to the freshmen. 

A lot of people had their schedules screwed. People had three different 5th periods. How does the school miss that?

Bottom line is the first day of school is chaos. This post is chaos and I'm tired of talking about school for now. Bye. 

True...

Tourist

Hey everyone!
Guess, what? It's story time.

A month ago, as I told you, I was on vacation. I went to New Orleans with my family. We were totally out of our element. We never went south west of Tennessee. Anyway back to the story we were going to go to the aquarium there. To get there we were going to take the street car since it was cheaper than parking in a 20 dollar parking lot for every time we stopped somewhere and still have to walk a mile to get to our destination. It just didn't make sense, so my dad (he made this whole decision by himself) decided let's go get some street car tickets.

We drove around looking for this building that would sell us tickets for the street car. We found the building.  My family being completely clueless circled the block about five times looking for a space to park to go inside. We could only find handicapped spots right in front of this building. Some people were parking along the street. My mom even suggested to park at a fast food restaurant (it was either Burger King or McDonald's). We found that it was a parking garage connected to the building. We had to be buzzed inside. The person who answered let us up. We parked all the way at the top.

 I am so afraid of heights and strange places that I was literally freaking out.

We walked down these dingy stairs with this bad lighting. I was terrified. This place didn't look so friendly. We found this door that was extremely heavy for me (I'm not that strong). We went inside the door. I held the door with my foot just in case we get locked down there. To our right was some sort of room with big windows. It had a TV, chairs, and food in there. It was a break room. My Dad opened another door and quickly shut it back.

I started freaking out. I knew we somehow ended up in the wrong building. My mom was saying this is a real business place. I was about to go back into the door. Everyone followed the direction from were we came. Here comes a guy in his work uniform approaching us wondering what the heck we were doing there. I felt like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.  He was very nice and lead us to front room through the main work room. It was bus repair place. It was some pretty banged up buses in there. Ugh. I felt so stupid and awkward at this moment. He told us how to get back to our car when we were done.

Turns out the whole time the tickets for the streetcar was on the outside of the building in a little corner. The security lady was really nice and told us that she thought we worked there. She's only been working there a few months and doesn't know everybody yet.

 We had a strange adventure that day. Oh, the weird places tourists end up.

Why can't I just have a normal vacation for once?
Just chilling some where nice. Where the people serve you all day.
That would be nice.
Just a do nothing day.
NOTHING. 

Food Frutrations

Why do I always do this:
I go in fridge and look at the various things in there. I stare in there and move things around trying to find something tasty. I end up with nothing.

I always pick a food in the pantry or the fridge that I know I don't like. Today, I tried these hot and spicy Cheez Its and even a fresh peach again knowing that I tried it in the past but convincing myself that I'll love it. To no surprise I dislike the Cheez It. I swallow it but didn't eat the other half crumbling in my hand.

I should have taken a picture, but this all
I could find on Google images.

Then I make myself try a fresh peach. I liked peaches I don't know what happened to make my appeal of them changed. I know I don't like the fuzzy outside skin so I decide that I'll just cut off the skin and eat it like that.

I kind of forgot that peaches are squishy so I completely murdered the thing trying to cut the skin off. In frustration, I ate it anyway even though it didn't look good.  I made a mess. I made a disgusting mess...I murdered the thing. My mom just shook her head at me.

Why?

I don't know. Maybe I think I'll try different kinds of brands or different ways of preparations or recipes then I'll like the food. It always fails. I don't know.

Just another strange thing that I seem to do.

But when I do find something I like I'm crazy about it. I love food. I'm not a fancy foodie, but I do love food.

In virtual class

I'm in a virtual class right now and  I'm of like 4 people. It really interesting: the concept of virtual class. I always thought this how I would want my class in real life. I don't think so anymore. Yeah I can eat and switch over to my blog and type here.

We are talking about that summer reading book. Yup, the book that I totally dissed. And then turned around and said that I love the author.

My teacher is great (hope my teacher isn't reading this) but he is talker. He is the book Neuwirth. (the rambler). I believe that if you ramble on about something in extreme detail, you are passionate about that topic. And my teacher is highly passionate.
So that's what I was up to for the day.

At the end of the book talk, I felt exhausted. I don't know why. It was actually like I was in class. It kind of disgusted me in a way. It was like how dare you turn my comfy home into some type of learning environment with your face on my screen when I'm supposed to be eating junk food while watching TV.  

Joking aside, my teacher actually helped me understand and have a richer understanding about the book. He's awesome, but I can tell we're going to debate about certain topics.

(Wish me good luck because this teacher actually wants to teach. His class is going to be hard but worth it.)

Summer Reading Projects

I love reading, but summer reading projects are not the same. It's called summer break for a reason.

A teacher picks out this boring book that you end up having to do a report or take a test about. Usually after you read the book and take a test over it, you never hear about that book again. Then it pops up on the final exam and your like: I don't remember anything from that book. What was the name of it again?

That's me. I been reading this book called The Stealth of Nations. It is about the economy and stuff like that. It is really boring and it's not because of the topic. It is because of the author. The way he writes seems like you're in a conversation with a very interesting person, but he's super boring. He's a details man. He rambles. He says the same thing like three times and then moves to a complete opposite standpoint. It is like he's having a conversation with himself and your on the side nodding in agreement with him.

Personal, I lost interest in the book and it has been such a drag reading it. I think this 258-small-print-paged book could be chopped in half and still made sense and have all the information in it.

After reading a good 40 pages on the book I found Neuwirth, the author, on this website talking about his book to an audience in Europe. After watching the video, I had a new respect. Watching him on that stage, it made the book earlier to understand. In that 15 minutes of talking he basically summed up his book.

His book doesn't seem like him. He is not a rambler or boring. I think it is time I give this book a second chance. (Plus, my grade depends on it. I have no choice.)

Boarding my dog.

Hey everyone,

I was on vacation last Saturday through Wednesday. It was...different. Besides the point of my experience which I'll talk about in later post, I wanted to talk my dog's first experience with boarding.

We dropped our dog, Bandit, off Saturday at a small boarding place which was actually on a road that was named Barker. It was a cute little cabin and seemed like an actual vacation for Bandit. Honestly, I didn't know what to think about the process and the way Bandit was going to react.

The minute we walked in the place it was three other people that trailed behind us with their dogs. Bandit being his obvious overly friendly self wanted to basically wanted to harass the other dogs. It was these two small adorable dogs. They looked like they were mocking Bandit and really want to play with him.

The other lady with this lab that kind of looked like Bandit since he is a lab mix just sat there looking at the chaos. This fuzzy dog, I forgot the breed, snapped at the tiny dog and the owner took her outside.

A worker finally came out and started checking Bandit in. She asked about the food amount and that was it. That was it. I thought they would ask other questions even though we set up the time and stuff. It was strange. one of the tiny dogs started to poop on the floor like it was completely normal. After that little scene was cleaned up, Bandit excitedly followed a worker to his suite.  

Face palm

I had have an lot of awkward moments, but I prefer to call them random acts of clumsy stupidity.

For example, last night when I was dreaming I walking down a hallway and bumped into someone. I looked at them and said excuse me. In reality I rolled over in my bed and said excuse me to a wall. I was half sleep, but I clearly I was still acting insane.

Then today I got up from my laptop to get my ear buds because of courtesy reasons. I thought they were in the living room in my purse. I went in my purse and came back to the room I was with a cookie. How did that happen? I had to go back into the living room to find them and then realize I had them in my back pocket the whole time.
Ugh.


I recently even a few minutes ago I even forgot some of my stuff at my grandparent's house. I just wanted to get out of there so bad and then they are going to call me and tell me that I left something over there when I obviously know I left it because I don't have it.


I also trip on multiple objects in the floor, almost run into doorways, and bump into things. I should probably watch my surroundings. Surprisingly, I don't have countless bruises and sores everywhere or done forgot/lost something of high importance that I never found again.