24/7 Policy

The ritual has been the same for years. Someones parents have to go away for a night or the weekend and they trust their child home alone. Then once the parents are long gone the party begins. Kids pile in with drugs, alcohol, and whatever else they can think of to have a good time. Some parties are huge successes while other get busted but hey it happens. But unless that party happens to be on school grounds (why someone would actually do that is beyond me)should have absolutely no effect on their school life.

The 24/7 policy states any student arrested for drug or alcohol use, whether on school grounds or not, faces suspension from sports and other extracurricular activities. To me that sounds way to extreme. Kids like to have fun and be rebellious sometimes to escape the pressure of school or anything else going on in their life. They shouldn't be punished academically for choices they made outside of school. As for getting in trouble with cops and juvenile records and all that fun stuff, that's free game because that follows you where ever you go.

Fear of detention probably won't stop students for partying on the weekends so why even bother with it? It seems like it does more harm then good.

Why Is It A Sin To Read?

I agree that reading a good book can be a "gateway drug" to literature. Its starts a domino effect that could get even the most resistant teen to start reading a little bit more then usual. Reading a Jodi Picoult book is still on my to-do list but I've mostly only heard good things about them. I like how she tries to connect with each of her fans no matter how many she'll see in the day.

I disagree with those who believe that reading should not be a passive experience. why would your read a story that you don't enjoy? I couldn't count how many nights I've stayed up until the early hours because i just can't put a book down. Some of those such books are from the Twilight series by Stephanie Meyers. It may be highly unrealistic with vampires and werewolves but everyone has got that forbidden love that they cant let go of.

Zadie Smith wrote that "readers fail when they allow themselves to believe that fiction is the thing you relate to and writers the amenable people you seek out when you want to have your own version of the world confirmed and reinforced". In my opinion although the characters may be non-fiction, the issues are still real and relatable to and they help the readers feel understood if something similar happened to them.

Over all i agree with authors like Jodi Picoult who just write stories for the trill and do whatever they can to keep the youth interested. I wish them luck in their fight against the self-appointed, so-called "literature police".

ChRiStMaS TiMe

Ever since i can remember Christmas has been one of the most exciting days of the year (besides my birthday of course), and i assumed this year would be no different. Its started out like it always does, my youngest sister wakes everyone up early so she can go down and check out the loot Santa left her. My dad goes down first to grab the video camera to document our reactions to look back on in years to come. When the OK is giving everyone rushes down into the room piled high with wrapped packages of all shapes and sizes. My youngest sister freaked when she saw the life size miniature house sitting by her stocking (its probably the closest she'll ever come to getting a real pony for Christmas). As my two sister tear through their gifts the hungry bears i take my time opening each of my gifts and appreciating each of them. This year i made out pretty well by getting an i-touch and a laptop and some other little trinkets. Since i got a lot of smaller expensive things this year my pile looked smaller then my sisters so my parents decided to wrap up a printer and put it with my gift. The look of confusion on my face after opening it was met w my dad saying "its a present for everyone!". Soon everything was opened and i was glad with everything i got but something was still off. I didn't feel the usually Christmas excitement i remember for years past. It was just another dad where i got a lot of nice stuff. Its almost as if I'm o old for Christmas though i really don't believe there is such a thing. I don't know what my problem was this year but hopefully ill have more of a Christmas spirit next year.

old people

Have you ever realized how truly old the elderly are? The thought hadn't even crossed my mind until my friend Julius mentioned it last night. how you ever thought about what there life was like? They were alive for World War II. They were alive for Hitler. They were alive for a small chuck of history we now learn about it school. They remember when John F. Kennedy got shot. They remember when African Americans didn't have any rights. Its such a weird thing to ponder. Most people just think that when an old person talks it must be nonsense but if u actually stop to listen to what they have to say you could learn something you never knew before. They've lived through the decades. Some can honestly say they've done all the crazy drugs and its not worth it. Some are still messed up from it. Each person is a story and every day, more and more pages get added. Our books are probably only a few thousands of pages long while theirs is tens of thousands, maybe even hundreds of thousands. its mind blowing. the elderly really are ancient people and deserve more respect then they get sometimes. next time you speak to a grandparents or someone older then their 60's ask them what it was like for them growing up, then open you mind and listen.

Ive tried my hardest to avoid the fact that summer is over and winter is finally here but waking up Saturday morning totally crushed my spirit. The air was so icy that each breath was like inhaling icicles. My cheeks instantly flared up with color as thought they were kissed by jack frost himself. The dark clouds stood out against the grey Sky and cried down on the world below. Thanks to a promised made to a friend to company her to the Cherokee game i suited up from an adventure. i felt like an onion with all my layers on but i new once i got outside it would all be worth it. By the time i left my house the temperature had struck low enough so the first snow had started to quietly flutter down. Our two-some evolved into a three-some and then the real expedition began. The wind and slow mixed with a bit of hail fought us every step of the way. Most of the walk was full of hostility towards mother nature along with some jokes to lighten the situation. Not even half way to our destination and we were already fed-up. We dipped of into the warmth of our friends house without another thought. We stripped off as many soaking wet layers as we could without venturing into being inappropriate. I don't know about my companions but the sudden heat filled my fingers and toes with a tingling sensation as if getting poked by pins and needles. Outside the window we watched the weather rage with a new force that we had thankfully avoided. I give credit to all those who made it to the game and stood out in the wretched weather to support our chiefs. GO CHEROKEE!

random??

yea so i think i totally messed up this whole setting up a blog thing. im so lost and i have no idea what to write so i guess ill just sit here and talk about random things til class ends at 10:48.

its a monday and im mad tired and math 1st period didnt help much either.

my weekend was pretty fun tho.

slept in a church friday night with my friends youth group and got into an intense game of christian (its like cops and robbers but in a pitch black church).

i also got 2 ride on my friends mo-ped which is always fun.

i got to hang with my friends for most of saturday but i had 2 stay in saturday nighht cuz i pissed off my dad =/.

i cleaned my room and found $8 so that was good.

sunday i almost got hit by a car but that was mostly my fault.

bell rang but its not mine =(

i hate when that happens!

but im gonna go anyway

byee!