I am going to write about the day to day struggles that a teenager goes through, and how we see the world. I will include things about drugs, school life, bullying, and sex. If you like to know to know what other teens are doing, stay tuned.
Thursday, November 7, 2013
I Pledge Allegiance to the Struggle
What is the struggle???? Well to a girl like Jay T. the struggle is when you have nothing to do, your in a study hall, and your teacher took your phone. Also, he made you pull out a history book, to read a chapter than anyone with a brain could understand. That's the struggle. To a guy like Turly, the struggle simple. Do your work, make people laugh and repeat that same cycle every school day. Personally, I believe that the struggle is going to a great school, but your mother wants to hold you back and send you to a second rate school that has no ability to impact your life. That's the struggle. In class today, we learned about true grit and what it takes to be successful...I learned that pull up on your back, on a bouncy ball is hard. I know that I true grit. I've been working hard for a long time. Sleep is the bane of my existence, and school/work has consumed what used to be my life. I don't mind it though, I like working, it keeps me busy and my mind on the right things. Therefore, I pledge allegiance to the struggle, in the United States of America, and to the students who will stand as one nation under college, for liberty and for all. *I forgot how to say the allegiance,lol
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Rules For Breaking Up
Dear Ladies,
I know for sure that you would love what I have to say, but some girls can be just as shady as a guy can be. So here are some guideline to stick by, and hopefully you won't suffer the same consequence that my friend did. Rule #1 Do not under any circumstances dump someone over that phone/in a text message. Rule #2 Don't tell your friends about the breakup until you tell your boyfriend/girlfriend. Rule #3 Don't date someone who is petty. Rule #4 If your going to drink/smoke don't have sex with another person!!!! Now, her is a real life situation that my friend is suffering through right now because she didn't follow ALL of my rules. A girl has a boyfriend, but she likes another boy. She dumps her boyfriend via text message for the new guy. The ex (who is super salty) tells the girls mom that her new boyfriend is an alcoholic. So she like any good mother goes on Facebook to check it out. Obviously, she didn't like what she saw and had her daughter TESTED for drugs. This is NOT funny, don't snicker. just don't make the same mistake.
The Achilles heel
I was in class today and we're reading the Iliad, then we're going to read the odyssey. Needless to say...I was bored. So I decided to write this poem, and tell me what you think. "Great love can make a weak man strong, and true love can make a brave man fall to his knees." lol I felt so deep when I wrote this. But I had a hard time understanding when there was at least 15 kids in my class who didn't know whom Achilles, Priam, Hector, Paris, Helen were. I've been learning Greek mythology since seventh grade, I mean come on, they must be some no nothing kids. Back on topic; Achilles was a bull-headed, arrogant, warrior. Hector KILLED Achilles best friend (not cousin), and he wanted revenge. Along the way, Achilles fell in love with a mortal woman Briseis, but she was taken away. Later down the line Hector's younger brother, Paris (who took Helen of Troy) shot him with an arrow in his heel. BTW kidnapping Helen started the Trojan/Greek war.
Monday, November 4, 2013
The Knight Struck Twice
Heres the deal. My friend K. Knight worte this rap, because peole at school don't treat him with respect. So I decided to post soem real life problems that fat kids in a skinny society face. THE WORDS SAID IN THIS RAP DO NOT IN ANYWAY REFLECT MY PERSONAL OR SOCIAL BELIEFS. "Everyone hates me...but that’s okay, I mean honest to god I don’t give a d*** bout ya’ll b**ch a** niggas anyway. As soon as I make it big, richer than an oil rig, I make sure ya’ll get your deserved back pay’ ya niggas dig? Because getting tired of the decriers, rhymes hotter than a dryer, ya’ll keep fucking with me making up shit man I hate a damn liar. Make your mom a b**ch, turn her into a hooker then I buyer. Getting of topic, hot topic, just stop it or the nice act Imma drop it. Crafting my hot stuff like a holy blacksmit. F*** this shit man, I fucking hate school a bunch nonsensical half-wits. Sucking c**t, getting a hit, keep f***ing with the tiger watch them get bit. Jaggered blades is what I spit and niggas throats that’s what I split. I’m up in Untamed making raps it’s getting hard to commit. People just don’t understand better yet can’t seem to comprehand my complexion, I know it’s perplexing but they can’t take the testing. So I drop them like Gatorade and the woods, and make sure I lose them like jewelry in the hood. Cause my mood is always angry like a post Rihanna looking Ares. Calling me immature, Peter Pan, except for the fucking fairies. But to those who actually accept me and are actually hearing this verbal selfie because I am nerdy like Sagan intelligence so high like I’m soaring like Hawkins."
These Blinding Lights
Today, I wrote down a not so common, but interesting sentence. I asked five AECHS students what their response to it was. S. Donka wrote me the poem, "Blinding lights, in my eyes. Hoping they go away; these lies. Car headlights, go into the light. White hot blinding pain, so bright. Confessing and praying. breathing her last breathe. Waiting for the lights to go off, the signal of death. Eyes closed; breathes are final, no more. Blinding lights disappear, soul leaves the core." The second entry was done by A.W-Cale and Ally Sano made an INTERESTING quote, "Something hidden like a shadow; an endless and unforgiving darkness, this is being sought out by the blinding lights." Second to last the ever so Asian C. Mehm told me that "cars" was the first thing to pop in her head. Last but not least Ari(curly top)P. wrote, "Lights at a carnival in the night, much like a ferris wheel, spin around and around until the once blinding lights become the blurred imagines of my childhood.
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