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A Teen Writer’s Trip to the Top

The _____ Day Ever (Part 1) February 20, 2009

Why today may be the worst day so far in my (young) life:

1. Someone that I like is getting married.  It does not matter who.  I do not want to marry him.  But the fact that he is currently engaged is depressing.

2. My boyfriend was not in school today.  I carefully made the point of wearing the necklace he gave me today, and he was not there to see me effort.  The reason that he was not here is because he is sick.  I coughed a couple times today and fear I have caught his cold.  And he told me he was not contagious!

3. The Forensics 3 Curse.  Every year, the day of the 3rd forensics meeting, I manage to injure at least two of my fingers.  I forgot about the curse until I received a paper cut.  Later, before the meeting, I smashed another one of my fingers in my organizer.

4. One of my friends may be gay.  This in itself is not an issue.  The issue is that this is someone I have/do have a crush on and who, I believed, had a crush/was hitting on me.  Could that be any more embarrassing?

5. I have not finished a poem in days.  Also I found out a friend of mine is a VERY good writer.  You know, good for him.  But it only makes me look even worse.

6. My English sucks (excuse my French).  I have a pen pal in Korea who is hoping (or is it hopping?) that I will help her out with her English.  As if I am an expert in the language I claim to speak!

7. Lunch was a series of badness.  First I clearly called a seat check, which was ignored.  When I came back, the only seat left was one that was covered in glitter.  I took it. Then I proceded to spill msahed potatoes all over myself.  Not to mention, before I had I chance to bite into my sandwhich, Scotty looked over (we usually order the same thing) and says “Just so you know, the food tastes like ass today.”

 

Add It All Up January 11, 2009

I love philosophy and the old cliches that are true in life.  When I am lost I rely on wise words to get me through. Some of my favorite cliches are those that involve knowledge, time or love. (“The good life is inspired by love and guided by knowledge.” Bertrand Russell).
Although on the surface I might appear shallow to others, I am usually motivated by the desire to have others go beyond trivial emotions and pains in life.  I try to base all of my decisions on logic and not on whim alone.  Sometimes, however, logic doesn’t even make it’s way into the equation.
I often try to control my surroundings in any way possible.  Generally, this does not work out and it leaves me feeling powerless and depressed.  When I feel insecure my sense of humor completely disappears.
I spend a good amount of my free time planning the future.  I have trouble with dwelling in the past and hoping for the future that I ignore the present.  I do not do my homework yet I’ll set there and research colleges.  The absolute pointlessness of it all make me laugh, but cry a little inside.  I could tell you more about Eastern Michigan University then I could tell you about the structure of cells or factoring an equation.

 

Pet Peeves January 10, 2009

Starting off, the phrase ‘pet peeves’ bothers me.  It is one of the most annoying in the English language.  When I the words ‘pet peeve’, I almost want to slap the person whose mouth it came out of.
That isn’t the only phrase that ticks me off.  What I hate are people in class who give an answer and upon discovering it is wrong, say “I was just kidding’.  It is quite obvious that they were not kidding and really did think is was the right answer.  Same with people who follow the answer with ‘Oh, I lied’.
There are so many things in this world that I cannot stand.  Here are some of them;

I hate how during lock down everyone seems to talk but me.  Even the quiet girl who rarely talks has something to say in a lock down drill.
When people physically switch the desks around so they can rest their feet in a basket.  Perhaps what I hate more is the gum underneath the desk I feel as I am putting it back.
People who throw a piece of paper in the trash when the recycling bin is right next to it.  It doesn’t take that much energy to walk an extra step.
I hate having to cheat off my friend on a test and still failing.
Wet ink rubbing off on my pinkie as I write.  Not to mention the smudges a pencil leaves behind.
I hate being called a teenager, young, a student, even though deep down I know I am.
Seeing people not wash their hangs after they go to the bathroom.  I understand there is barely any time between classes.  I also understand, and have experienced, the chance of being late by the small amount of time it takes to wash your hands.  Even when people do wash there hands, it seems the paper towel dispenser is either empty or broken.  You end up walking out of there shaking your hands furiously.
People improperly using the word ironic.  Ironic means ironic. It does not mean unfortunate, coincidental, or any of the other adjectives that you confuse it with.
When you find a really cute piece of clothing on the rack and they have like twenty in size XS, two in size 3X, and not a single one in your size.
When someone leaves their phone number at the end of a long message and they say it so fast you can’t understand it and have to listen multiple times to figure it out.
When someone is writing on a chalkboard and then they erase it to write something new, but they don’t erase all of it, so you still see half of a letter here and there.
When you’re with a group of people and you think nobody saw that you just tripped, and you think you’re in the clear. But the one person who did see it points it out to everybody else.
I hate people that are…
Hypocritical, Two-Faced, Stubborn, Conceited, Shallow, Self-Centered, Obnoxious, Rude, Self-Absorbed, Ignorant, Closed Minded, Wanna-Be’s, Indecisive, Insensitive, Back-Stabbers, Overly Optimistic, Naive, Overly Sensitive, Egotistical, Posers or Users.
To sum it all up, I hate people that are breathing.

 

Losing My Religion December 25, 2008

“It is not X-mas.  It is Christmas!  CHRISTmas!  Geez!” my friend Amelia shouts at the AP Biology board.  I shake my head at her.
“There are other religions besides your Amelia.”  I know this because a good deal of my friends are Islamic.  Either that or Atheist, Catholic, Mormon… basically I have friends with a wide range of spiritual views.
“Yes, but people from other religions should be able to respect the fact that it is the celebration of the savior.  Don’t call it something it isn’t.  For goodness sakes, it is a Christmas  tree, not a holiday tree.  Merry Christmas!  Not happy holidays! Those without religion celebrate Christmas.”
“That isn’t completly true.  I celebrate Christmas…”
“And you have no religion, proving my point!”
“BUT, I would celebrate Hanukkah if I had a menorah.  Same with Kwanzaa, or whatever kooky holiday they have these days.”
It is not like I do not like religion.  I am all for people coming together, having faith and keeping alive.  The last part is the complicated one.  Other than oil, religion seems to be the main motivator of war.  Besides the crusades, Jihads, fanatical sect violence, the inquisition, and faith-driven terrorist attacks, religion causes most of the day to day prejudice in the world.
I would like to believe that there is some higher power who awards believers and those who do well.  That doesn’t seem to be the case.
Everyday I hear about some near saint being shot or a bunch of innocent men, women and children being wiped out by genocide and natural disasters.  I could not imagine that an almighty could smite their own creation like that.

 

If you can’t meet a deadline… October 27, 2008

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No, I do not pay attention in English. I’ll admit to it. But that is not the reason I am currently failing. I’m failing because time is my worst enemy.

My teacher does not accept late work. For the most part, I understand this and I respect it. However, when the thing I cannot turn in late is what the teacher is basing the entire first card marking on, I’m going to be ticked. Especially when the project is something a respectable writer should not be doing.

Let me elaborate. Every year, as a student in multiple classes within the language arts department, I am stuck composing a book of poetry, Do not get me wrong, I love writing poetry. I don not even mind being graded solely on how well write, or my ability to stick to a form.

However, in no way do I condone mindless typing and binding of work. Finding picture in magazines (using someone else’s work to show of your originality.) and slapping them onto previously untainted literary art is just not right. Neither is putting a title on every poem, lest ye be marked down for not finishing the assignment. Not every poem can be titled right away. Sometimes it takes day, even weeks to think of a fitting title. So having a student label a poem five minutes after writing it is unjust and agaisnt any sort of writers code.

I do not fail from not doing the work. I do the work, as pointless as I find it. I have it done, just not with me. It was due at the beginning of the hour, as soon as I arrived. Unfortunately, at the time it was siting n my nightstand. I attempted to have my mother drop it off, but it never came.

So don’t call me a slacker. Do not say that I am under protest and wanted this failing grade. Just see it as another attack from time, another victim to the cause.