A Death of Innocence

        I’ve never been the type of person to be easily offended. I can joke about pretty much any topic. But while reading Gone by Michael Grant, something he wrote struck me as just plain offensive. I was only a few chapters into the book, which was describing a world where there are no adults or anyone over the age of fourteen. Being a responsible caretaker to my four-year-old sister,  I noted in my journal that if I had been in that situation, my first priority would have been to care for the younger children. However, they had barely been mentioned in the book.

        I kept reading until I reached a section of the novel that absolutely horrified me. The main character, Sam, walks into an abandoned house and finds a deceased toddler who had simply been forgotten. I expected this to have a significant impact on the mood of the book. But to my disgust, Sam throws the child into a garbage sack and compares it to “taking out the trash.” The book then continues with no further discussion of the death.

        Taking out the trash? How could anyone with a heart say that about such a precious life being lost? I decided that it must come from the life the author lives. As a sister and frequent babysitter, I am in contact with babies and children every day, and can’t think of anything more perfect than the sweet and loving innocence of a child. Maybe this author has never had that experience. Maybe Michael Grant should spend a day doing my job, and then try to write about the death of a baby.

I, Too, Sing America Thesis Statement (3B)

In Langston Hughes' poem, I, Too, Sing America, the resentfully hopeful tone reflects the main character's frustration with the time that he lives in. The "darker brother" in the story resents the fact that he is oppressed by another race and being told to "eat in the kitchen." However, he predicts that in the future, the white race will see their wrong-doing, and there will be a time for equality in America.

Mr. Goodwin krumps?

My first blog! *cue the confetti*
Hi everyone. If you're reading this you're either a) bored. b) a loser who has nothing better to do. or c) a stalker.
So if you find yourself in that last category, well...I have a taser.

I started school last week, which is partly why I'm starting the blog. Now I can have something fun to do when I'm slacking off in class with my handy-dandy laptop. What I wouldn't give for minis in Mr. Goodwin's class. Today I had to resort to composing music in that class to stay awake. When you find composing classical violin music fun, where else would you be besides 10th grade World History?

So! High school.
Things I can live with.
~Mrs. Harmon is giving us coffee. Which is pretty awesome. And since she'll probably read this, 'sup Mrs. Harmon?
~Chemistry is fun. We're doing a mastery system, which basically means I can procrastinate or over-achieve at my own discretion.
~I can't think of anything else. I'm such a pessimistic teen stereotype, I could be on Degrassi.

Things that are stupid.
~Advisory. I mean, Coach Armstrong is cooler than waffles, don't get me wrong. But what's the point? I have to give up 20 minutes of lunch just to make random conversation about Dave the Barbarian and hippies? And I couldn't even bust into the Pastry Booger Song from Dave the Barbarian because no one loves it like I do. Frustrating.
~What happened to the slushy machine in the cafeteria?
~I'm not allowed to ride the band bus to games. Waaaaaaah.
~I have this increasing paranoia that something super cool goes on in World History while I'm asleep. Every B day I say to myself, "Okay. I'm going to stay awake today. I can do it, I got like..5 hours of sleep last night!" But I get in there, and he turns the lights off and starts talking and I am OUT. But then I got to thinking. What if while I'm asleep, he decides to turn on a Disney movie and give everyone popsicles? Or a DJ drops down from the ceiling and Mr. Goodwin starts krumping? Because it is just NOT possible for a class to be so uneventful.

Okay I'm in English, so I'm gonna go do some classwork. Bye!

PS. Just so you know a little more about my blog..
The title/url is a Jared Leto reference. He is my future husband.