The Article I Wrote That Got Me Yelled At by the Principal

The loss of the Senior Play

                We all fondly remember the days of filing into the auditorium and taking our seats to witness a group of seniors onstage poke fun at teachers and students alike all while telling some ridiculous story. We would see random sumo matches, “Mr. Kesey”, and even a banana run across the stage. This, the senior play, has been a rite of passage for graduating classes since the Stone Age. And now, suddenly, we, the graduating class of 2011, find ourselves without an outlet for our talent and wit. Something looked forward to since the days of being mere specks in the existence of York Catholic, something so treasured and revered is suddenly taken from us.

 When we ask why we are told, “there are too many people in sports, there wouldn’t be enough students..” or maybe the truth slips out with “last year’s class couldn’t seem to handle it..”.Well news flash! We aren’t last year’s class! Do not judge a son by his father’s actions. One class’s actions should not ruin it for the remaining generations at YC. And, if you must strip us of our happiness, at least have the decency to talk to the class you are depriving of the play. See if we can come up with a solution before you go to the extremes.

Not only did they disband the humorous senior play but they had the audacity to replace it with Our Town, a head nodding, eye lid drooping, fall asleep where you sit, number. They then take it a step further, yes further into the hole they have dug for themselves, by opening the auditions to all students in senior high… everyone. Our beloved senior play has turned into just another occasion to try to grab a quick nap. The fun times are over. RIP senior play.

When we ask why we are told, “there are too many people in sports, there wouldn’t be enough students..” or maybe the truth slips out with “last year’s class couldn’t seem to handle it..”.Well news flash! We aren’t last year’s class! Do not judge a son by his father’s actions. One class’s actions should not ruin it for the remaining generations at YC. And, if you must strip us of our happiness, at least have the decency to talk to the class you are depriving of the play. See if we can come up with a solution before you go to the extremes.

Not only did they disband the humorous senior play but they had the audacity to replace it with Our Town, a head nodding, eye lid drooping, fall asleep where you sit, number. They then take it a step further, yes further into the hole they have dug for themselves, by opening the auditions to all students in senior high… everyone. Our beloved senior play has turned into just another occasion to try to grab a quick nap. The fun times are over. RIP senior play.

 

the Meaning of Life

High school is a communist nation as far as the students are concerned. And this offers pros and cons. The pros are that we really don't have to do much thinking for ourselves. They point us at a book and we attack it.. or throw paper wads at it.. or perhaps just stare blankly at the wall. the point is we don't have to choose much. They tell us what classes to take, how things are graded, what is acceptable, what is not acceptable, what is mainstream and what is out of the ordinary. They form our opinions through expressions of theirs. The problem with this system comes to light when we, the student, suddenly find ourselves able to question the validity of these, previously inarguable, statements. At some point in our lives as students we turn from mindless drooling, he took my book so ill throw a spitball at him, suck up to the teacher with an apple, elementary students to the lazy self absorbed rebellious heard headed beings that we are. And in our change we realize that what is being preached to us everyday may, in fact, be not as infallible as we'd come to believe. That, perhaps, there was something wrong with the system.
This type of "dangerous" thinking must sound alarm bells off in the minds of all the administrators because suddenly, no matter how studious or well mannered you are, you find yourself on the "Ive got my eye on you" list of every teacher in the building. When we gain enough courage to voice these thoughts we often find that our opinions are often shared by many of our peers. So yes, there is something wrong with the system. The students should have equal pull in shaping their future. Also, we should not have to second guess ourselves when we want to speak up about something that is wrong. Teachers should listen to us. We, the seniors, are old enough to vote and decide how our country is run, i think our opinions are well-rounded enough to hold some valid points that deserve to be acknowledged.

a Welcome

As I sit in school durring my first period class i find that i have a lot I would like to say. First Is hello blogspot, it is so very nice to meet you. Though the likelyhood that my blog will become world famous and make into movies and books and such is so minimal i am, all the same, excited to make your aquaintance. If by chance you happen to be browsing through different submisions on how to make a cake shapped like a llama or perhaps a lesson on the geography of Pakistan and you happen to  have stumbled across mine let me take the time to say, hello, i like run on sentences as you can plainly see.

The thing is... i type how i think, so if this bog begins to go all over the spectrum as far as topics, words, or even time spans, im sorry. But i cant control my genetics. (Parents are just as cooky as I am)

Also, let me take this time to thank you for reading this far. The fact that you have suppressed the urdge to click that button to return to the home menu, google, your own blog or that scanelous site you have minimized means a lot to me. I hope to make your aquaintence again in the future. Now onto more pressing matters. Like where on earth I'm going next period and why the person next to me is looking at a picture of a bagel.

                                                                                  I love potatos