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.

Sometimes

If I swearer I would curse this man into oblivion and curse ever decendent of his. I then tell his friends to abandon him and sabotage his very existence. I would encourage people to diminish his creditable so when he begged he wouldn't be forgiven.

I know I am making empty threats and I don't even know this man. It just seems as though his has no morals or principles of any kind. What person would stoop to such ignorance and stupidity. What person would express the incapable of having no manners when you are a perfectly capable person.

Seriously.

I don't mess with me;I will throw empty threats at you and shame your name. I will shun you with my greatest strength. I will do nothing. But write an angry rant...

Bow down to me. I am your lord.

Ok here's what happened:

I was setting up my lawn chair for this baseball game I have been dragged to (yup, its baseball season). So I'm setting up and being the 'nice-to-other-people-but-not-to-our-family-members' family we are we let this guy pass by us. Turns out he thought it was appropriate to smash his face up to the fence--blocking our view. Well, their view because I barely pay attention to these things.

Should I be mad? A little bit. If not mad maybe a little bit confused.

Am I mad? No.

I just...

I just needed something to rant about. This seemed like an occasion.

Moral of the story: learn your baseball park etiquette. Or any etiquette and apply it your life. The world would be a nicer place if everyone knew the unspoken rules of society.

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.

Blue Jays! (The annoyance of sports)

This guy is cheering for his daughter's team shouting "BBBBBLUUUUUEE JJJJAAAAYS!"
I just sitting here wondering how does he get his voice to sound so loud. So very loud. It sounds like it is big booming speaker screaming blue jays.
This school's bleachers are just crazy old school. Like wood, old school. When have I ever seen wooden bleachers in such a setting. Never.

I want to look up one the names scribbled into the bleachers but I'm afraid I'm going to find some weird fourth year old on Facebook. Most of the names are really worn out so they are barely legible. I'm pretty sure that these are originally to the school. No wait. I'm absolutely positive.

I sound like an old person when I say this but they don't make 'em like this anymore.
The blue jays are starting to lose (the opposing team) and I'm supposed to say I'm excited for their failure but I'm not. I don't really care.

Anyway, since the theme here has been surrounded my sport related things I thought I make a list of some of the funniest sport quotes to make me feel better because I really don't care to be here:



1. "If practice makes perfect, and no one is perfect, why practice?" -Derek P


2. "The important thing is not winning, it's making everyone else lose."-Stacy Aguilar


3. "Hunting is not a sport. in a sport both sides should know they're in a game"- unknown


4. "Real men date cross country runners. Catch one if you can"- Unknown


5. " If you want to come in second...follow me!"-Unknown

(Quotes are one of my favorite things about life- I love them so much)

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.

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...

Red Light

So a few days ago (Sunday), I was reading on Wattpad. The main teenage girl started talking about how both parents were killed in a car crash. Both. Admittedly since the author didn't elaborate about the girl's situation, I amused that the author just didn't want to add two more characters to the mix. Some stories drop like huge detail on the character and leave it hanging like it is no big deal.  I thought how cliche and unrealistic can you get. The author didn't make or set up the scene to create an impact.  It just didn't seem real.

Later that afternoon, my mom was talking about how my dad and her went to take back the rental minivan that we had rented for our weekend getaway. They just finished dropping off the minivan. They wet to pick up our dog at the boarders. They stopped at the light that was broken a few days ago. Traditional when you the light stops working you treat as if it was a four way stop. Anyway, the light was working this time. It just turned green.

Here comes this big company truck speeding and running the red light just right before my mom was about to make a left turn with my dad in the passenger's seat. The truck ran the second light down the road, but stopped at the third. THEY FINALLY STOPPED AT THE THIRD INTERSECTION. Why would they go through all that trouble and almost seriously injure my family to only go a few hundred feet down the road? That doesn't make sense, obviously. I just want to express to that person how stupid of a move they made. Then, I snap back to reality and realize that would never work. They wouldn't understand. And even if they did understand they would go back and act like I said nothing to them.

Has anybody heard the term you better check yourself before you wreck yourself. That person would have literally wrecked himself, the company truck, my parents, and our car.

My mom told me see wish she got the licence plate and reported him to his company. Honestly, I don't think that would have helped much. It probably wouldn't help at all.

It didn't seem real. It felt like I was reading the story I read earlier that day.

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. 

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.