So, what’s your typical Saturday night? Go out, party, get drunk, have fun, and not do school work. The last thing that's going to be on your mind, on the weekend, is school. Well for some people, school is everything, and they don’t even get to live the full college experience. These people that I am talking about are kids with cancer, or who are really sick. More people, than we could ever imagine, are diagnosed with cancer, and their whole lives are dramatically changed. You need to appreciate your lives. A fun thing that your sorority can do to get everyone involved, is organize an event. You could organize anything; a run, a clinic, a food drive, a bake sell, or whatever you and your sorority thinks is a good idea. You just pick something that you want to raise money for, and go for it. You guys are very smart and talented; you will be able to think of something to do. If you plan an event like this, it forces people to come together. You can meet new friends and have fun, without doing something you’re not supposed to be doing. People are always willing to give money to a good cause, and if they see some really inspired girls out there, trying to raise money for the less fortunate, they will be even more generous. Remember though, that this money goes to those people, not to you. This is an opportunity to give back to your community, so don’t take advantage of it.
People who are sick or just cant even afford things, work their butt off to try and do the “normal” things, which you take to granted everyday. You go out, party, drink tons of alcohol, and what do you get from it? A night of fun that you can’t even remember, and a messed up liver? Sounds like a great time. Not. One thing that you should appreciate though, are your friendships. When you go to college, no one knows anyone. Everyone is complete strangers, and you have to put your self out there to try and get to know everyone. This is why it’s great to join a sorority. A sorority should be a place to make new friends and grow on these relationships.
Now, don’t get me wrong. In a sorority, partying and having a fun time is amazing too, but maybe you should spend more time studying. In fact, you could make a study group out of your sorority, and before tests you could get together and help each other out. You need to appreciate the resources and everything around you. They are there for a reason: to use. OK, so pretty much just keep in mind these things and I think that you will definitely appreciate life and everything else, so much more. You will see the bad and the good, and maybe it will make you want to help out even more, and if so, that’s great.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
WA8 d 1
So, what’s your typical Saturday night? Go out, party, get drunk, have fun, and not do school work. The last thing on your mind, on a weekend, is school. Well, for some people, school is everything, and they don’t even get to live the full college experience. These people that I am talking about are kids with cancer. More people, than we could ever imagine, are diagnosed with cancer, and their whole lives are dramatically changed. You need to appreciate your lives. A fun thing that your sorority can do, to get everyone involved, is organize an event. You could organize anything; a run, a clinic, a food drive, a bake sell, or anything. You just pick something that you want to raise money for, and go for it. You guys are very smart, and talented; you will be able to think of something to plan. If you plan an event like this, it gets people together. You can meet new friends and have fun, without doing something you’re not supposed to be doing. People are always willing to give money to a good cause, and if they see some really inspired girls out there, trying to raise money for the less fortunate, they will be even more generous. Now remember though, that this money goes to those people, not to you. This is an opportunity to give back to your community, so don’t take advantage of it.
People who are sick or just cant even afford it, they work their butt off, to try and do the “normal” things, which you take to granted everyday. You go out, party, drink tons of alcohol, and what do you get from it? A night of fun that you can’t even remember, and a messed up liver? Sounds like a great time. Not. One thing that you should appreciate though, are your friendships. When you go to college, no one knows anyone. Everyone is complete strangers, and you have to put your self out there to try and get to know them. This is why it’s great to join a sorority. A sorority should be a place to make new friends and grow on these relationships.
Now, don’t get me wrong. In a sorority, partying, and having fun time is amazing too, but maybe you should spend more time studying. In fact, you could make a study group out of your sorority, and before tests you could get together and help each other out. You need to appreciate the recourses and everything around you. They are there for a reason: to use. Ok, so pretty much just keep in mind these things and I think that you will definitely appreciate life, and everything else, so much more. You will see the bad, and the good, and maybe it will make you want to help out even more, and if so, that’s great.
People who are sick or just cant even afford it, they work their butt off, to try and do the “normal” things, which you take to granted everyday. You go out, party, drink tons of alcohol, and what do you get from it? A night of fun that you can’t even remember, and a messed up liver? Sounds like a great time. Not. One thing that you should appreciate though, are your friendships. When you go to college, no one knows anyone. Everyone is complete strangers, and you have to put your self out there to try and get to know them. This is why it’s great to join a sorority. A sorority should be a place to make new friends and grow on these relationships.
Now, don’t get me wrong. In a sorority, partying, and having fun time is amazing too, but maybe you should spend more time studying. In fact, you could make a study group out of your sorority, and before tests you could get together and help each other out. You need to appreciate the recourses and everything around you. They are there for a reason: to use. Ok, so pretty much just keep in mind these things and I think that you will definitely appreciate life, and everything else, so much more. You will see the bad, and the good, and maybe it will make you want to help out even more, and if so, that’s great.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
WA6 final
It’s a great day on the beach. The waves are crashing down on the warm grainy sand. It’s warm and sunny out: the perfect summer day. This is my first time I’ve ever been to the beach. Usually, we just go skiing at this really cool and big house we own in Vail Colorado. We have to drive there and we live in Virginia. It’s so long; I usually just go to sleep on the ride there and back. This year, my parents told us that gas prices are too high so we have to go to some place close to home. We decided on Virginia Beach.
Mommy just told me that we could go get some ice cream! Oh no. she just met another teacher from the school she works at. My mom is a third grade teacher, I’m in second grade, I guess ill have her next year. That should be…interesting. Anyways, this is going to be forever. Everywhere we go, my mommy sees someone, even when we go to a gas station for a potty break. It ends up being an extra twenty minutes on our trip, because she runs her big mouth for so long. “I just want to get some ice cream, mommy. Hurry up; it’s so hot out here and I’m starving.”
My mom; if I had to describe her in a few words, I would say chatter box, bubbly, and talkative. Man, my mom can talk. Oh my goodness. Look at that girl; she’s building a sand castle. I really want to build a sand castle. My friend one time made a huge castle and said it was awesome! I’ve never been to the beach before, but I’ve heard they are so cool. Hmmmm, maybe if my mom keeps talking to this lady I can sneak away and play in the sand… “Sally, I think Bobby is running away.” “Bobby, if you want to go play, you have to ask first.” “But mom, I tried but you just kept talking” (my mom interrupts me) “bobby sit down, I don’t want to hear another word from you.” This was not fair. I was just trying to have fun. I wonder where my older brother and sister are. They left like thirty minutes ago with my dad. I bet they are off having fun, playing in the sand, and eating ice cream.
“Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, oh my gosh! Have you been in the water yet? It’s awesome: warm, and there are huge waves. We love the beach!” says my older brother. My sister told me that we could even go to the boardwalk later. I wasn’t really sure what that was at first, but then she told me it was a place where you can walk near the beach and there are all these stores and arcades and stuff. I responded with “anything is better than this, look at mom.” Our mom was still over there jabbering away.
Mommy just told me that we could go get some ice cream! Oh no. she just met another teacher from the school she works at. My mom is a third grade teacher, I’m in second grade, I guess ill have her next year. That should be…interesting. Anyways, this is going to be forever. Everywhere we go, my mommy sees someone, even when we go to a gas station for a potty break. It ends up being an extra twenty minutes on our trip, because she runs her big mouth for so long. “I just want to get some ice cream, mommy. Hurry up; it’s so hot out here and I’m starving.”
My mom; if I had to describe her in a few words, I would say chatter box, bubbly, and talkative. Man, my mom can talk. Oh my goodness. Look at that girl; she’s building a sand castle. I really want to build a sand castle. My friend one time made a huge castle and said it was awesome! I’ve never been to the beach before, but I’ve heard they are so cool. Hmmmm, maybe if my mom keeps talking to this lady I can sneak away and play in the sand… “Sally, I think Bobby is running away.” “Bobby, if you want to go play, you have to ask first.” “But mom, I tried but you just kept talking” (my mom interrupts me) “bobby sit down, I don’t want to hear another word from you.” This was not fair. I was just trying to have fun. I wonder where my older brother and sister are. They left like thirty minutes ago with my dad. I bet they are off having fun, playing in the sand, and eating ice cream.
“Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, oh my gosh! Have you been in the water yet? It’s awesome: warm, and there are huge waves. We love the beach!” says my older brother. My sister told me that we could even go to the boardwalk later. I wasn’t really sure what that was at first, but then she told me it was a place where you can walk near the beach and there are all these stores and arcades and stuff. I responded with “anything is better than this, look at mom.” Our mom was still over there jabbering away.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
WA6 draft 1
It’s a great day on the beach; so warm and sunny. This is my first time I’ve ever been to the beach. Usually, we just go skiing at this really cool and big house we own in Vail Colorado. We have to drive there and we live in Virginia. It’s so long; I usually just go to sleep on the ride there and back. This year, my parents told us that gas prices are too high so we have to go to some place close to home. We decided on Virginia Beach.
Mommy just told me that we could go get some ice cream! Oh no. she just met another teacher from the school she works at. My mom is a third grade teacher, I’m in second grade, I guess ill have her next year. Anyways, this is going to be forever. Everywhere we go, my mommy sees someone, even when we go to a gas station for a potty break. It ends up being an extra twenty minutes on our trip, because she runs her big mouth for so long. “I just want to get some ice cream, mommy. Hurry up; it’s so hot out here and I’m starving.” My mom; if I had to describe her in a few words, I would say chatter box, bubbly, and talkative. Man, my mom can talk. Oh my goodness. Look at that girl; she’s building a sand castle. I really want to build a sand castle. I’ve never been to the beach before, but I’ve heard they are so cool. My friend one time made a huge castle and said it was awesome! Hmmmm, maybe if my mom keeps talking to this lady I can sneak away and play in the sand… “Sally, I think Bobby is running away.” “Bobby, if you want to go play, you have to ask first.” “But mom, I tried but you just kept talking” (my mom interrupts me) “bobby sit down, I don’t want to hear anything more from you.” This was not fair. I was just trying to have fun. I wonder where my older brother, sister, and dad are. They left like thirty minutes ago. I bet they are off having fun, playing in the sand, and eating ice cream.
“Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, oh my gosh! Have you been in the water yet? It’s awesome: warm, and there are huge waves. We love the beach!” says my older brother. My sister told me that we could even go to the boardwalk later. I wasn’t really sure what that was at first, but then she told me it was a place where you can walk near the beach and there are all these stores and arcades and stuff. I responded with “anything is better than this, look at mom.” Our mom was still over there jabbering away.
Mommy just told me that we could go get some ice cream! Oh no. she just met another teacher from the school she works at. My mom is a third grade teacher, I’m in second grade, I guess ill have her next year. Anyways, this is going to be forever. Everywhere we go, my mommy sees someone, even when we go to a gas station for a potty break. It ends up being an extra twenty minutes on our trip, because she runs her big mouth for so long. “I just want to get some ice cream, mommy. Hurry up; it’s so hot out here and I’m starving.” My mom; if I had to describe her in a few words, I would say chatter box, bubbly, and talkative. Man, my mom can talk. Oh my goodness. Look at that girl; she’s building a sand castle. I really want to build a sand castle. I’ve never been to the beach before, but I’ve heard they are so cool. My friend one time made a huge castle and said it was awesome! Hmmmm, maybe if my mom keeps talking to this lady I can sneak away and play in the sand… “Sally, I think Bobby is running away.” “Bobby, if you want to go play, you have to ask first.” “But mom, I tried but you just kept talking” (my mom interrupts me) “bobby sit down, I don’t want to hear anything more from you.” This was not fair. I was just trying to have fun. I wonder where my older brother, sister, and dad are. They left like thirty minutes ago. I bet they are off having fun, playing in the sand, and eating ice cream.
“Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, oh my gosh! Have you been in the water yet? It’s awesome: warm, and there are huge waves. We love the beach!” says my older brother. My sister told me that we could even go to the boardwalk later. I wasn’t really sure what that was at first, but then she told me it was a place where you can walk near the beach and there are all these stores and arcades and stuff. I responded with “anything is better than this, look at mom.” Our mom was still over there jabbering away.
Monday, March 2, 2009
WA 5 draft 3
Bridesmaid:
Why does this dress look so terrible on me? It must be a way to get back at me. How would she know I snuck into the bachelor’s party and hooked up with her fiancé? “Come help me zipper this up Renee,” says the obnoxious bride. That should be me in that dress, not her. I would look amazing in it, when she looks, average. I helped her put the dress on: perfect fit. A maid of honor comes in and tells us we have to go down to the ceremony. I, very lackadaisically, go. The walk down the isle goes as slow and painful for me as a visit to the dentist office. That should be me up there, not her. She gets everything she wants, and now the perfect man. They say their vows. The priest asks if anyone objects to the couple spending the rest of their lives together. I couldn’t control my self, I started sobbing right then. I loved him too much to see him marry her. I jump out of my seat bumping into everyone and everything. I burst out into a cry screeching “this isn’t fair! Joseph, I LOVE YOU! It’s been many years now, and this nincompoop isn’t right for you, I am.” With that, he runs over to me. I knew it, he loved me! We ran out of the church singing and dancing, as happy as ever.
Just kidding. That’s not exactly what happened. See, I could never announce my undying love for him, not here, not ever. It just wouldn’t happen. While they were saying there vows I only thought to myself this scenario. For now, I will just have to picture myself with my perfect Joseph. And when I see them together, I will have to bear it. I will not cry, I will not show any emotion, for I love Joseph too much to mess up his life; that wouldn’t be fair to him. For now, I will just keep these thoughts in my head, and when the time comes (which I hope is very soon) I can tell him how I feel, and that he should be with me, not Veronica.
Bride:
It’s the day of the wedding. I’m so nervous. I’m trying on my dress. Oh no, why is the zipper not going up? I guess I should ask Renee to help. “Come help me zipper this up, Renee.” Why is she looking at me like that? Did I spill taco sauce on it from lunch this morning? I’m so nervous! Is this the right guy? Do I really love Joseph? Man last night was fun. Oh no! I HOOKED UP WITH ONE OF JOSEPHS BESET FRIENDS! He snuck into my party last night. Wow. That was so fun. But what about Joseph? I love him. Wait. Do I? I think I do. Yeah, I do. My maid of honor comes in and tells us that the wedding is starting soon. I walk past the mirror. Man! I look AMAZING! Yeah, Joseph definitely will love this.
I walk down the isle. The only thing I can think about is the guy I hooked up with last night. Man he was HOT! I’m at the altar. Why is Renee staring at me like that? Oh no! Did she find out about my hook up last night? What if she told Joseph? That guy was a good kisser! Wait, what am I saying? He’s announcing his love to me, and all I can think of is some silly hook up. I love Joseph. But why is Renee looking at Joseph like that? He’s mine, not hers. The only eyes that should be laid on him are mine. But wait. What if Joseph can’t marry me? Oh my God I think I would die. I bet that guy from last night would help me with my pain…wait no, veronica stop thinking about him. You are about to get married to this wonderful man who has done nothing but love you.
“I do” we are finally married! Why does Renee look like she’s about to cry? “Pictures anyone?” the photographer announced. With that, I completely forgot about Renee. This was MY big day, not hers.
Why does this dress look so terrible on me? It must be a way to get back at me. How would she know I snuck into the bachelor’s party and hooked up with her fiancé? “Come help me zipper this up Renee,” says the obnoxious bride. That should be me in that dress, not her. I would look amazing in it, when she looks, average. I helped her put the dress on: perfect fit. A maid of honor comes in and tells us we have to go down to the ceremony. I, very lackadaisically, go. The walk down the isle goes as slow and painful for me as a visit to the dentist office. That should be me up there, not her. She gets everything she wants, and now the perfect man. They say their vows. The priest asks if anyone objects to the couple spending the rest of their lives together. I couldn’t control my self, I started sobbing right then. I loved him too much to see him marry her. I jump out of my seat bumping into everyone and everything. I burst out into a cry screeching “this isn’t fair! Joseph, I LOVE YOU! It’s been many years now, and this nincompoop isn’t right for you, I am.” With that, he runs over to me. I knew it, he loved me! We ran out of the church singing and dancing, as happy as ever.
Just kidding. That’s not exactly what happened. See, I could never announce my undying love for him, not here, not ever. It just wouldn’t happen. While they were saying there vows I only thought to myself this scenario. For now, I will just have to picture myself with my perfect Joseph. And when I see them together, I will have to bear it. I will not cry, I will not show any emotion, for I love Joseph too much to mess up his life; that wouldn’t be fair to him. For now, I will just keep these thoughts in my head, and when the time comes (which I hope is very soon) I can tell him how I feel, and that he should be with me, not Veronica.
Bride:
It’s the day of the wedding. I’m so nervous. I’m trying on my dress. Oh no, why is the zipper not going up? I guess I should ask Renee to help. “Come help me zipper this up, Renee.” Why is she looking at me like that? Did I spill taco sauce on it from lunch this morning? I’m so nervous! Is this the right guy? Do I really love Joseph? Man last night was fun. Oh no! I HOOKED UP WITH ONE OF JOSEPHS BESET FRIENDS! He snuck into my party last night. Wow. That was so fun. But what about Joseph? I love him. Wait. Do I? I think I do. Yeah, I do. My maid of honor comes in and tells us that the wedding is starting soon. I walk past the mirror. Man! I look AMAZING! Yeah, Joseph definitely will love this.
I walk down the isle. The only thing I can think about is the guy I hooked up with last night. Man he was HOT! I’m at the altar. Why is Renee staring at me like that? Oh no! Did she find out about my hook up last night? What if she told Joseph? That guy was a good kisser! Wait, what am I saying? He’s announcing his love to me, and all I can think of is some silly hook up. I love Joseph. But why is Renee looking at Joseph like that? He’s mine, not hers. The only eyes that should be laid on him are mine. But wait. What if Joseph can’t marry me? Oh my God I think I would die. I bet that guy from last night would help me with my pain…wait no, veronica stop thinking about him. You are about to get married to this wonderful man who has done nothing but love you.
“I do” we are finally married! Why does Renee look like she’s about to cry? “Pictures anyone?” the photographer announced. With that, I completely forgot about Renee. This was MY big day, not hers.
Monday, February 23, 2009
WA 5 Draft 2
It’s the day of the wedding. I’m so nervous. I’m trying on my dress. Oh no, why is the zipper not going up? Is it stuck? I guess I should ask Renee to help. “Come help me zipper this up, Renee.” Why is she looking at me like that? Is there a spot on my dress? Did I spill my taco sauce on it from lunch this morning? I’m so nervous! Is this the right guy? Do I really love Joseph? How will I know? Man last night was fun. I think I remember…oh no!! I HOOKED UP WITH ONE OF JOSEPHS BESET FRIENDS! He snuck into my party last night. Oh wow. That was so fun. But what about Joseph? I love him. Or well wait. Do I? I think I do. Yeah, I do. Jackie, my maid of honor comes in and tells us that the wedding is going to start soon and that we have to go set up. I walk past the mirror. Man! I look AMAZING! Yeah, Joseph definitely will love this…
I’m walking down the isle. The only thing I can think about it that guy that I hooked up with last night. Man he was HOT! I get to the altar. Why is Renee staring at me like that? Oh no! Did she find out about my hook up last night? What if she told Joseph? But oh my. That guy was a good kisser, I think even better than Joseph! Wait, what am I saying? I’m up here, he’s announcing his love to me, and all I can think of is just some silly hook up that happened well, not so briefly last night. I love Joseph. But wait. Renee. Why is she looking at Joseph like that? He’s my man not hers. The only eyes that should be laid on him are mine. Not my well, best friend and bridesmaid! But wait. What if Joseph cant do it? What if he can’t marry me? Oh my God I think I would die. I bet that guy from last night would help me with my pain…wait no, veronica stop thinking about him. You are about to get married to this wonderful man who has only done nothing but love you, in a matter of seconds.
“I do” we are finally married! He said the magic words, and I said the magic words! WERE OFFICIALLY MARRIED! I’m so excited! And well. Wait a second. Why does Renee have that look on her face? It looks like she’s holding back tears. “Pictures anyone?” the photographer announced. With that, I completely forgot about Renee. I just couldn’t help it. This was MY big day, not hers.
I’m walking down the isle. The only thing I can think about it that guy that I hooked up with last night. Man he was HOT! I get to the altar. Why is Renee staring at me like that? Oh no! Did she find out about my hook up last night? What if she told Joseph? But oh my. That guy was a good kisser, I think even better than Joseph! Wait, what am I saying? I’m up here, he’s announcing his love to me, and all I can think of is just some silly hook up that happened well, not so briefly last night. I love Joseph. But wait. Renee. Why is she looking at Joseph like that? He’s my man not hers. The only eyes that should be laid on him are mine. Not my well, best friend and bridesmaid! But wait. What if Joseph cant do it? What if he can’t marry me? Oh my God I think I would die. I bet that guy from last night would help me with my pain…wait no, veronica stop thinking about him. You are about to get married to this wonderful man who has only done nothing but love you, in a matter of seconds.
“I do” we are finally married! He said the magic words, and I said the magic words! WERE OFFICIALLY MARRIED! I’m so excited! And well. Wait a second. Why does Renee have that look on her face? It looks like she’s holding back tears. “Pictures anyone?” the photographer announced. With that, I completely forgot about Renee. I just couldn’t help it. This was MY big day, not hers.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
WA 5 Draft 1
It’s the day of the wedding. Why does this dress look so terrible on me? It must be a way to get back at me, her bridesmaid. Wait, how would she even know that I snuck into the bachelor’s party and kind of hooked up with her fiancé? “Come help me zipper this up Renee,” says the obnoxious bride. Man that should be me in that dress, not her. I deserve it the most. I would like amazing in it, when she just looks…average. I went and helped her put the dress on: perfect fit. But of course it was, Veronica gets everything she wants, and it’s always perfect. A maid of honor comes in and tells us we have to go down to the ceremony now. I, very lackadaisically, walk down. The bride walks down the isle. It almost goes as slowly and painful for me as a visit to the dentist office. I hate this. The whole time I only think to my self, that should be me up there, not her. She always gets everything she wants, and now even the perfect man, which whom I’ve loved for almost ten years now (longer than they’ve even known each other!) The bride and the groom walk up to the alter, and say their vows. The priest asks if anyone in the audience objects to this couple spending the rest of their lives together. I just, I couldn’t control my self, and I started sobbing right then and there, with everyone looking at me. I loved him too much to see him marry her. I jump out of my seat nearly bumping into everyone and everything around me. I burst out into a cry screeching “this isn’t fair! Joseph, I LOVE YOU! Please just give me a chance, its been almost ten years now, and this nincompoop is not right for you, I am.” And with that, he jumps down from where he’s standing with his almost wife, snatching is hands out of hers. Was he really coming for me? I knew it, he loved me! We ran out of the church singing and dancing, as happy as ever. The End.
Just kidding. That’s not exactly how it went down. See, I could never announce my undying love for him, not here, not ever. It just wouldn’t happen. While they were saying there vows I only thought to myself this scenario. Oh, how I wish this was true. For now, I guess I will just have to picture myself with the very amazingly perfect Joseph. And when I see them together, I will just have to bear it. I will not cry, I will not show any emotion, for I love Joseph too much to mess up his life; that just wouldn’t be fair to him. So, for now, I guess I will just keep these thoughts in my head, and when the time comes (which I hope is very, very soon) I can tell him how I feel, and that he should be with me, not Veronica.
Just kidding. That’s not exactly how it went down. See, I could never announce my undying love for him, not here, not ever. It just wouldn’t happen. While they were saying there vows I only thought to myself this scenario. Oh, how I wish this was true. For now, I guess I will just have to picture myself with the very amazingly perfect Joseph. And when I see them together, I will just have to bear it. I will not cry, I will not show any emotion, for I love Joseph too much to mess up his life; that just wouldn’t be fair to him. So, for now, I guess I will just keep these thoughts in my head, and when the time comes (which I hope is very, very soon) I can tell him how I feel, and that he should be with me, not Veronica.
Monday, January 26, 2009
WA 4 draft 2
Dear Mr. Obama,
If I were the president of the United States of America, I would make sure that I focused on some very important points. Most importantly, I would really like to address the issue of our education. I am from a well, not so rich school, in fact a lot of the students in my school have to buy free or reduced lunches, live in foster homes, or even live on the streets. I hear about these kids who have one parent, or none at all, they sneak away from their houses go to parties and get drunk, and mess up their lives forever. Well school is supposed to be a place where you can escape from all of this. At school you are supposed to feel safe and gain knowledge. At my school I constantly feel threatened. There are fights going on all the time, so much drama and rumors being spread, and with all this, not even a good education to come out of it with. I know that being a teenager comes with all of this drama, but I think that if schools really buckled down, and started disciplining us, that we would have a much better environment to learn in, and we would actually get the kind of education that we need. I feel like sometimes it’s not even just that the kids aren’t cooperating and trying to learn, but that the teachers are very impatient with us, and sometimes don’t even put forth the effort to teach us. I think that the teachers’ “quality” is really not good, and that the kids are getting blamed for not learning the information, when their not even being taught it in the first place.
Another big issue about our education is that we are required to take the S.O.L.’s. I think that these standardized tests are not a good judgment of the knowledge that we have gained throughout the courses that we’ve taken. One test can not prove that we have learned anything, and it can not show what we have learned. Some people are just really bad test takers, and actually know what we have learned just completely blank when a one hundred multiple choice question test is placed in front of them. And some kids just completely guess on the whole test, because they don’t even want to try because they think it’s stupid. I think that in order to see if the child has retained the information that he or she has learned, you should just look at their over all grades in all of the subjects. That way it shows that the student has in fact learned the material, or hasn’t learned it at all.
My mom is a middle school teacher. She will come home most days from work, talking about how the kids were so disrespectful and were very disruptive. One kid cut an electrical cord in her room. Another kid choked another guy. Both of these kids? They came back to the school in a matter of weeks. Yes, she wrote them up, gave them a referral, and everything. The principal just sends them back after a few days of out of school suspension. The discipline needs to be stricter and less tolerable. They need to stick to rules and not let anyone push them around.
Anyways, I’m so happy for you, that you got elected president, and I hope that you make our country proud to have you as our first African American president, and I’m sure you will.
Kelli Wisbauer
If I were the president of the United States of America, I would make sure that I focused on some very important points. Most importantly, I would really like to address the issue of our education. I am from a well, not so rich school, in fact a lot of the students in my school have to buy free or reduced lunches, live in foster homes, or even live on the streets. I hear about these kids who have one parent, or none at all, they sneak away from their houses go to parties and get drunk, and mess up their lives forever. Well school is supposed to be a place where you can escape from all of this. At school you are supposed to feel safe and gain knowledge. At my school I constantly feel threatened. There are fights going on all the time, so much drama and rumors being spread, and with all this, not even a good education to come out of it with. I know that being a teenager comes with all of this drama, but I think that if schools really buckled down, and started disciplining us, that we would have a much better environment to learn in, and we would actually get the kind of education that we need. I feel like sometimes it’s not even just that the kids aren’t cooperating and trying to learn, but that the teachers are very impatient with us, and sometimes don’t even put forth the effort to teach us. I think that the teachers’ “quality” is really not good, and that the kids are getting blamed for not learning the information, when their not even being taught it in the first place.
Another big issue about our education is that we are required to take the S.O.L.’s. I think that these standardized tests are not a good judgment of the knowledge that we have gained throughout the courses that we’ve taken. One test can not prove that we have learned anything, and it can not show what we have learned. Some people are just really bad test takers, and actually know what we have learned just completely blank when a one hundred multiple choice question test is placed in front of them. And some kids just completely guess on the whole test, because they don’t even want to try because they think it’s stupid. I think that in order to see if the child has retained the information that he or she has learned, you should just look at their over all grades in all of the subjects. That way it shows that the student has in fact learned the material, or hasn’t learned it at all.
My mom is a middle school teacher. She will come home most days from work, talking about how the kids were so disrespectful and were very disruptive. One kid cut an electrical cord in her room. Another kid choked another guy. Both of these kids? They came back to the school in a matter of weeks. Yes, she wrote them up, gave them a referral, and everything. The principal just sends them back after a few days of out of school suspension. The discipline needs to be stricter and less tolerable. They need to stick to rules and not let anyone push them around.
Anyways, I’m so happy for you, that you got elected president, and I hope that you make our country proud to have you as our first African American president, and I’m sure you will.
Kelli Wisbauer
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
WA4 Draft 1
Dear Mr. Obama,
If I were the president of the United States of America, I would make sure that I focused on some very important points. First of all, and most important I think, I would really like the address the issue of our education. I am from a well, not so rich school, in fact a lot of the students in my school have to buy free or reduced lunches, live in foster homes, or even live just on the streets. I hear about these kids who have one parent, or none at all, they sneak away from their houses go to parties and get drunk. Well school is supposed to be a place where you can escape from all of this. At school you are supposed to feel safe and gain knowledge. At my school I constantly feel threatened. There are fights going on all the time, so much drama and rumors being spread, and with all this, not even a good education to come out of it with. I know that being a teenager comes with all of this drama, but I think that if schools really buckled down, and started disciplining us, that we would have a much better environment, and we would actually get the kind of education that we need. I feel like sometimes if not even just that the kids aren’t cooperating and trying to learn, but that the teachers are very impatient with us, and sometimes don’t even put forth the effort to teach us. I think that the teachers’ “quality” is really not good, and that the kids are getting blamed for not being taught the information.
Another big issue about our education is that we are required to take the S.O.L.’s. I think that these standardized tests are not a good judgment of the knowledge that we have gained throughout the courses that we’ve taken. One test can not prove that we have learned anything, and it can not show what we have learned. Some people are just really bad test takers, and actually know what we have learned just completely blank when a one hundred multiple choice question test is placed in front of them. I think that in order to see if the child has retained the information that he or she has learned, you should just look at their over all grades in all of the subjects. That way it shows that the student has in fact learned the material, or hasn’t learned it at all.
My mom is a middle school teacher. She will come home most days from work, talking about how the kids were so disrespectful and were very disruptive. One kid cut an electrical cord in her room. Another kid choked another guy. Both of these kids? They came back to the school. Yes, she wrote them up, gave them a referral, and everything. The principal just sends them back after a week of out of school suspension. The discipline needs to be stricter and less tolerable. They need to stick to rules and not let anyone push them around.
Anyways, I’m so happy for you, that you got elected president, and I hope that you make our country proud to have you as our first president, all though I’m sure you will.
Kelli Wisbauer
If I were the president of the United States of America, I would make sure that I focused on some very important points. First of all, and most important I think, I would really like the address the issue of our education. I am from a well, not so rich school, in fact a lot of the students in my school have to buy free or reduced lunches, live in foster homes, or even live just on the streets. I hear about these kids who have one parent, or none at all, they sneak away from their houses go to parties and get drunk. Well school is supposed to be a place where you can escape from all of this. At school you are supposed to feel safe and gain knowledge. At my school I constantly feel threatened. There are fights going on all the time, so much drama and rumors being spread, and with all this, not even a good education to come out of it with. I know that being a teenager comes with all of this drama, but I think that if schools really buckled down, and started disciplining us, that we would have a much better environment, and we would actually get the kind of education that we need. I feel like sometimes if not even just that the kids aren’t cooperating and trying to learn, but that the teachers are very impatient with us, and sometimes don’t even put forth the effort to teach us. I think that the teachers’ “quality” is really not good, and that the kids are getting blamed for not being taught the information.
Another big issue about our education is that we are required to take the S.O.L.’s. I think that these standardized tests are not a good judgment of the knowledge that we have gained throughout the courses that we’ve taken. One test can not prove that we have learned anything, and it can not show what we have learned. Some people are just really bad test takers, and actually know what we have learned just completely blank when a one hundred multiple choice question test is placed in front of them. I think that in order to see if the child has retained the information that he or she has learned, you should just look at their over all grades in all of the subjects. That way it shows that the student has in fact learned the material, or hasn’t learned it at all.
My mom is a middle school teacher. She will come home most days from work, talking about how the kids were so disrespectful and were very disruptive. One kid cut an electrical cord in her room. Another kid choked another guy. Both of these kids? They came back to the school. Yes, she wrote them up, gave them a referral, and everything. The principal just sends them back after a week of out of school suspension. The discipline needs to be stricter and less tolerable. They need to stick to rules and not let anyone push them around.
Anyways, I’m so happy for you, that you got elected president, and I hope that you make our country proud to have you as our first president, all though I’m sure you will.
Kelli Wisbauer
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