Here’s to the “Dumb” Kids

Here’s to the “dumb” kids who could never get above a C. They are the children society has tossed to the side as it embraces strait A’s. With each passing report card, parents yell, and the kids yell back. Here’s to the kids who try every time, but the same red ink beams into their eyeballs. Here’s to the kids who realized that trying yields the same result as procrastination, and so stopped the process early on.

Here’s to the “dumb” kids who throw pencils into ceilings instead of planting them in paper. Here’s to the kids who show up late to class with coffee in one hand and phone in the other. Here’s to the kids who giggle in the back chairs, stuffing laughter down their throats when teachers call their names. Here’s to the kids who spend weekends at each other’s houses instead of buried in books. Here’s to the kids who make plans instead of planners, and scheduale time around friends instead of quizzes. Here’s to the kids who climb out of their bedroom windows, feet dangling in the chill of the night, gazing at the moonlit yard beneath them. Here’s to the kids who stay up way too late and sleep in class. Here’s to the kids who speed down highways, with fear and adrenaline and pure joy in their veins. Here’s to the kids who date and break up and date and break up again, regretting it every time. Here’s to the kids who get in trouble and grin with memory in detentions. Here’s to the kids who have sleepovers and eat too much candy and share too much gossip. Here’s to the kids who go to parties and dance at them, too. Here’s to the kids in their cliques, who know themselves but not the outside world. Here’s to the kids who avoid working but find their passions in the process, who dream, who break their own hearts, who rebuild, who neglect the future but experience the present. Here’s to the kids who were never taught that they had more to offer than letter grades and high GPAs. Here’s to the kids who wish they were “smart.”

Here’s to the “dumb” kids whos’ eyes will soften and crack with wisdom. Here’s to the kids who will someday have little eyes gaze up at them as they rest their weary backs on weathered couches. Here’s to the kids whose shoulders will shake with each chuckle as they remember that time when good ol’ Paul or Joe or Sam got themselves in real big trouble with the principle. Here’s to the kids who will tell stories. Here’s to the kids who will wonder how each other are doing. Here’s to the kids who still call sometimes.

Here’s to the dumb kids. May you never forget what we have failed to learn.

grades

I’ve come to realize that grades are a dangerous thing. That is, if like me, you use grades to scale your overall self worth. Very bad, yes, I realize this. However, it’s very hard to put a clear distinction between the two at times when grades are the only thing that matter when you set expectations for yourself as high as mine.

Slowly, over the years, I’ve accepted that perfection—regarding grades for myself—is impossible, and that grades are a simple method used to put a letter or number on the work given, disregarding the personal struggles—or any emotion at all really— put into it. But there’s always a lurking feeling of anger, or maybe hopelessness, when an assignment is given a grade that is just unfair when real life factors are considered. I can almost hear grades mocking me sometimes, “I know you tried and struggled and wasted four hours of your ever fleeting precious time on me—but this is all ya get.” Cool.

Grades essentially label people’s level of intelligence and understanding right? So when I get a bad grade, does that mean I’m stupid, or don’t understand? And if I don’t understand something, does that mean I’m a failure? Must I understand everything to receive a perfect grade? If school is for learning, why is our understanding of something labeled so intensely and without remorse? What if I do understand something and I was just unable to put in my best effort? The school system isn’t going to work for everyone, so why do I take the fall for it when I could possibly compete on the same level as the “smart kids”. Are the people compatible with the school system the only ones allowed to succeed to their fullest potential?

Why Pineapple?

33acfaa7-480f-4a93-8e58-b07a24b3e0fcPineapple. The golden, juicy fruit that has the ability to lift someone out of their winter blues and remind them of a time when it was summer. Not only do pineapples have a decadent, tropical flavor, they are rich in vitamins, antioxidants, and enzymes that boost the immune system and promote strong bones. And if that wasn’t enough, pineapples are, surprisingly based on the flavor, low in calories. You can eat as much pineapple as your hear desires and never feel guilty, but is pineapple really worth it?

Although pineapple has a great flavor, many aspects of the fruit don’t measure up. First of all, the outside of a pineapple isn’t so great; not only is the outside covered in spikes that stab into your hands when you pick the fruit up, the leaves sprouting from the top are essentially razor blades that have the ability to slice your hands off. Sure the armadillo like casing on a pineapple protects the tender insides, it also makes the process of choosing a perfectly ripe pineapple close to impossible. The outside of a pineapple also makes for an enormous task when you’d actually like to enjoy the pineapple. Cutting a pineapple is arguably one of the most time consuming tasks on the planet; taking off the spike-y skin, removing the ginormous core, and cutting the edible portions into chunks or slices can take upwards of an hour. And this hour only has mediocre payoff. You’ve purchased a pineapple, cut the fruit up, and you’re ready to dig in. You eat the pineapple and enjoy every bite of it; that is until you realize how weird pineapple is. The texture is not good at all. The pineapple is stringy and constantly getting wedged in between your teeth in hopes of staying there for an eternity. Not only is the texture awful, the “healthy” enzymes in the pineapple are actually out to get you. That weird, almost dry and itchy, and quite frankly painful, feeling that pineapple leaves in your mouth is a result of the enzymes dissolving the proteins in your mouth. Now that’s kind of creepy right? Pineapple is dangerous on the outside, difficult to get into, and may be dangerous to eat, but if I can’t stop you from eating pineapple so be it. But just remember that when you eat pineapple, the pineapple eats you too. 

Math>English

Cole Paulin
Mrs. Durkee
Ap Language and Composition
3 January 2019
Mathematics and statistics are better than reading and writing. The structure and the sense of certainty make math the best school subject.
Black and white may lack excitement when compared to the other colors, but there is a certain beauty in simplicity. Math is black and white. There is always one right answer, and an infinite amount of wrong answers. The certainty that comes with math makes it easier to learn and understand. If there are X, Y, and Z steps to find the answer, all one needs to do is master those steps. Each type of problem has a correct method to finding the answer, and once the method for each problem is found, math just becomes a series of memorization. But as more formulas and strategies are memorized, they start to blend together so that everything—new and old— starts becoming more like second nature.
When it comes to English, no essay is ever right or wrong. The same exact essay can be both amazing and horrible, all depending on the reader. All the ambiguity muddles the question of what is really a good essay and a bad essay. A writer can never have the satisfaction of the perfect essay, because it doesn’t exist. Perfection is what competitors strive for. Within the world of math, there is always a perfect solution to each and every single problem. The ability to be perfect reflects in the grade book as well. If one knows everything that a math test encompasses, then the only points that could be deducted would be from frivolous mistakes. In English, thousands of different questions could be correct, but then it is up to the teacher to decide how they think your answer stacks up. One answer could even be correct but still lose points because it isn’t correct enough.
Clarity tops ambiguity, perfection overrules perception, and math trumps English.

The Importance of Random Acts of Kindness

img_1511   Have you ever been affected by a random act of kindness? Whether it was from an important person in your life, an acquaintance, a stranger, or an anonymous source, it made you feel good.  All warm and fuzzy, right? That person changed your life for the better, whether it was in a big way, or a small way.  What about when you perform a random act of kindness?  Doesn’t it also bring joy to you?  In order to make the world a better place, everyone needs to work to make each day for one another a little bit brighter.

Kindness is recurring, so when one human sends kindness, love, and compassion out into the Universe, those wonderful feelings will come back around to that same person.  By practicing random acts of kindness, we teach ourselves to recognize them and we are lifted to a more genuine level– a level in which we are more open to recieving these feelings.

By practicing a random act of kindness, a person has the power to improve someone’s life, lift their spirits higher than they thought was possible, or put a smile on their face, or even alter their whole way of thinking.  Whether the act of kindness one performs is as small as picking up a pen off of the ground and handing it to the person who dropped it, or as big as buying someone a house, the person being affected by the random act’s life will be changed for the better. no matter what their life is like before.

Who said that the practitioner of the random act of kindness won’t reap as much happiness as the receiver?  Nobody did.  Although one should not ever practice a random act of kindness to purely benefit themself, they will be benefited.  After performing an act of kindness, a person will never feel badly or deservingly be negatively sanctioned.  Instead, the practioner will feel happiness, bliss, and an overwhelming amount of joy when they realize how they just altered the path that someone is walking through life for the better.

Practice random acts of kindness as small as picking up litter to make the environment around us cleaner, planting a flower to make life a bit more beautiful , cracking a joke to make another laugh, or calling your grandparents to let them know how much you care.  Through these random acts of kindness, the love, compassion, and kindness that is sent out into the Universe will help to make the world a better place.

 

– Isabella Dube

Perfection is not Perfect

Every person in the modern world has extreme levels of anxiety, and for teenagers nowadays anxiety levels seem to be through the roof. With long hours of homework, finding a job to get gas for their cars, and ultimately just trying to get through the day, teenagers are falling apart.  The question that truly baffles adult minds however, is how does most of this stress come from a simple letter on the top of a paper. When did getting a B become a bad grade to get on the top of a paper instead of an A? Why has the letter C come to mean a teenagers life now forever will be a completely a failure? Truly no one knows the answers to these questions, simple letters on a paper should not be causing so much stress, in reality A,B and C are the first letters of the alphabet, why should people not feel accomplished for receiving them. The problem of stressed related issues due to school has been going on forever. More and more teenagers anxieties to be perfect and get straight A’s have been causing problems worldwide. Somehow over time teenagers have formed the idea that everything in their life needs to go perfectly, they need to have amazing grades, beautiful appearances, and an overall spectacular life otherwise they are not worthy, in reality though, no one is perfect. Our generation has created a mantra, whose mission is solely to put people down. With the next generation the mantra which has hurt thousands needs to change. Instead of being disappointed about not getting an A, be proud of the B that took hours of studying to achieve. Instead of feeling the appearances we can’t change are subpar, look deep down and know every person’s beauty is unique to them, and know each individual is in fact beautiful. Accept mistakes and let them teach the possibility of thriving in the future. Perfection will never happen, making the most of what is given and what’s around will truly be the mantra that will make society thrive.

The Pickle

Stiffly, forcibly facing forward, her lower jaw drops deep so her lips can barely stay pursed – brows shoot up. Usually tender cheeks tighten upwards against her eyelids as her only tell that she’s battling hard against the eruption of a smile.

We come to an artificially jolted stop. Our collarbones chafe against the seatbelt edges in the sudden halt, but nobody groans; it’s as if there is no oxygen left to take in or to let out.

I violently thrust my chin over my right, inside shoulder and glare back threateningly at the oldest two. I wait. And wait. Finally, with emphasis and kingly grandeur, “Get! Out!” pours out of my mouth before I can drink it back down.

In the murderously terrifying darkness of an unfamiliar and famously nondescript rest area (y’know, like the ones in that Netflix series you’ve seen), the volume on my voice increases intensely and I drill, “GET! OUT! I MEAN IT! GET! OUT!”

Note: I ought to mention here that, in this moment, my own fear surfaces and seems comparable to the fear I am trying to invoke. In fact, I’m speaking slowly to them mostly because I’m working to conjure an authority that I’m no longer convinced I should harbor. I mean, what am I doing? Is someone going to witness and call social services, even 911, on me or am I “parenting?” Oh my god. But they’re disrespectful and being insane! And, My MOTHER is sitting right here!

“YOU, AND YOU, RUN! RUN SIX LAPS around this car. Now! YOU WILL NOT GET BACK IN this car until you are done behaving like ANIMALS! I WILL NOT let you back in here until you are done! I! AM! DONE!” The mechanical clank of the sliding door slowly draws to a close against their young noses but I set the latching lock for emphasis. Sshwukknnntttt.

After a deathly quiet and obedient first and second lap, their tiny bodies bobbing in and out of view as they cut through the harsh beams of the headlights, I catch a sound of reality — the balloon in mom’s throat forcibly bursts air through her nose in quick eruptive blasts. My mom’s hands both make an attempt to cover her inauthentic serious look. She laughs behind it all, laughs but still tries failingly to conceal. Solidarity.

I cannot bear to let a deep fear overtake them so I let up a little.

They peek longingly at their Gram and me each time they come back into view. Around lap four or five, as they try to speed around the front, I lean on the horn. The blare works wonders. Finally, each of us belly-laughs at the startle it causes and at the spectacle we’ve made of ourselves in this lonely, and haunting darkness.

I’d like to think those lined-up-truckers who were trying to rest and stay warm, could tell what was happening off in our distance; maybe they even smiled in support — and that all of the parents wizzing and zooming past in their parallel journies were cheering me on. Knowingly.

Why Do People Change?

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I am not the same person I was a year ago, or a month ago, or a week ago, or yesterday. I morph constantly, shedding the skin of old demeanors. I am not a better person than I was, nor am I a worse person. I am just a person.

Does this happen to everyone? Or is this just a symptom of my youth? Do adults feel the same? Is it fickleness to change one’s beliefs, or an evolution of logic? I am changing ideas, opinions, and personality. Or maybe I am not changing at all. Maybe I have constructed a self-inflicted illusion to help me cope with what I do not know.

As a child, my thoughts were very simple. My goal was to gain happiness as quickly as possible. With a brain like a cardboard puzzle, I pieced together simple pathways of thought. Want to play? Get a toy. Want to move? Go outside. Hungry? Eat. Upset? Cry.

At my age, I can now construct ideas my tiny child mind could not have begun to comprehend. I can understand religion, politics, and relationships. I can challenge the fundamental fountains of moral code. I can pick apart logical pathways. I can understand the point of view of other human beings, without having ever experienced life as them before. I have new emotions that I never experienced as a child,

But this is the same for everyone. Why do we change so dramatically? Why could not we have all stayed as simple as the animals? I like to believe that it is because each human is a complete work of art; they are a tapestry of perfection and flaws, mood and logic, hope and hopelessness, love and hate. Each human is a unique, special, beautiful masterpiece unseen before in all of history. No two people are alike.

But, even as this is, we are not so simple. This is why we change—we are not stagnant like paintings, but transforming artworks. We are nebulas, exploding constantly, expanding, changing hues, all to become one beautiful creation. My advice is to embrace the change, and to continue to love getting older; you are adding more to your beauty.

The Most Dangerous Sport in the World

IMG_1385 When you try to think of some the most dangerous sports in the world, you will probably think about serious injuries in full contact sports.  Football and basketball may be the sports most likely to comen to mind, but try thinking about cheering, a difficult and dangerous sport.  It is easy to see how dangerous of a sport cheering can be.   In a two and a half minute routine, cheerleaders exhibit their flexibility, tumbling and stunting skills, jumps, dancing ability, strength, and endurance.  Compared to other sports, cheering actually has a low overall number of injuries.  However, over half of all catastrophic injuries in females resulted from cheering because in this sport, injuries are often more severe.

Injurise caused by cheering can affect any part of the body.  Wrists, shoulders, ankles, head, and neck are the most commonly injured areas.  Sprains, which are the cause of more than half of all cheering injuries, can also occur in the knees, wrists, neck and back, another commonly injured place.  In cheering, concussions are becoming a more and more common injury.  As more evidence about the damage of these head injuries such as concussions can cause is found, awareness of cheering related injuries are heightened.  For example, I have suffered from a concussion in fifth, seventh, and tenth grade.  Now, my parents decided to purchase a stiff headband that absorbs up to eighty percent of the impact my head is hit with in an effort to protect my brain.  Sadly, I have yet to meet another cheerleader who took such precautions to protect her brain too.

The majority of cheering injuries are caused by a lack of training, practice with stunting, conditioning, and protective gear.  In order to be a successful athlete in the cheer world, you must not lack these things.  Ninety-six percent of all concussions and head injuries in cheering are caused by stunting.  Restrictions have been put in place that specify skill levels, and safety rules such as to always practice stunts on cheer mats, because cheering is one of the only sports where athletes are more likely to get injured at practice then in competition.  Also, not many people view cheering as a sport and understand how dangerous it can be.  Therefore, without much thought, inexperienced and unqualified people are put in the position to coach a cheer team.  At a minimum, a cheering coach should know proper stunting and tumbling technique, should always heavily be supervising practice, and should be able to identify the symptoms of serious injuries such as a concussion.  Lastly, cheerleading is not viewed as a sport that athletes need to train for, but stretching in yoga or Pilates can help to loosen muscles and prevent strains, pulls, and sprains.  Strength training and conditioning can help to prepare muscles to lift a large amount of wait, for example, your teammate’s body.

In conclusion, people should become more educated on the sport of cheer and the safety of the athletes participating in this sport should be handled more carefully.

 

Homework Happy

BADC7722-AC7D-42C1-A440-9A699A8F4207Picture this: there’s one week of school left until Christmas vacation and the pressure is on. Teachers are scrambling to squeeze three classes worth of lessons into one class and students are barely keeping their heads above water with all of the homework being thrown at them. To top everything off, the assignments you’re going to have to do over break are quickly piling up; every single teacher makes the same comments over and over again. “You should have plenty of time to finish the assignments over break” or “I’m sure most of your teachers are giving you a free ride but not me. I need you to do an entire project.” This, ladies and gentlemen, is what I like to call homework happy. 

To be homework happy is to be clueless, or at at the very least naive. Not only do students despise receiving homework over break, they resent any and all teachers that assign homework. Sure there are pros of homework over break, such as keeping students on track or preparing for future lessons, but the cons include a much greater list. When a student is subjected to doing homework, they miss out on very valuable and crucial family time. Winter vacation is a time in which students should be filled with joy and holiday spirit, not stress and anxiety, which brings us to our next point. Holidays tend to be stressful for some students as is, so assigning loads of homework only increases the already increases levels of stress and anxiety. Lastly, most homework assigned over Christmas vacation tends to just be holiday-themed busy work, nothing that challenges students intellectually. Why bother assigning work if the work only steals time and has no benefit to a student’s knowledge? 

Here’s a pro-tip: just don’t be that teacher who assigns homework over Christmas vacation, or any vacation for that matter; you really don’t want to be considered homework happy. 

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