Watch this video above, and you’ll understand why this makes me angry. Juashaunna Kelly, a senior at the District of Columbia’s Theodore Roosevelt High School, was disqualified from a meet last Saturday because her uniform did not comply with the regulations. Juashaunna has the fastest 2-mile and mile times in DC this year.
Apparently, the officials said that the uniform must be “a single-solid color and unadorned, except for a single school name or insignia no more than 2 1/4 inches.” Because Juashaunna’s bodysuit is blue and orange, she couldn’t wear it.
Now, there seems no problem with this. So far. But here’s where it gets interesting. Juashaunna has been wearing the same custom-made uniform for three years. Three years, and they have a problem with it now? That is what I don’t understand.
Now is when it gets religious, as most things in America often do.
Sarah Kelly, Juashaunna’s mother, said that the officials asked Juashaunna to take her hood off. But…isn’t that hood is part of Juashaunna’s religion, Islam? She has every right to wear it. Especially in the District of Columbia, the capital of our country. And if that unitard has never been a problem, what makes it such an issue now? Something here just isn’t piecing together.
I’ll leave it up to the reader to draw their own conclusions, but when a Muslim woman is asked to take her hood off and then persecuted when she doesn’t comply, something’s wrong.
What is it about rebellion that it just so enticing? There’s something about undermining authority that just pulls people in. It’s those secret meetings, the late night rallies, maybe just the feeling of unity and brotherhood that drives us off the edge of rationality and into the world of possibility.
You would think our elders, the ones who lead the original revolutions, would understand where we’re coming from. You’ve got to stand up for what you believe in, you know? In snow, thunder, the rain of a thousand bullets upon our heads, we’ve got to hold strong for the sake of sanity. Or is rebellion even sanity? Most of the people who start it are considered insane, anyways. Insane, for wanting something more than living in the shadow of our oppressors. Our parents, the generation to lead the all-time Rebellion, now look down upon us children and smile sadly, nodding at us as if we cannot understand. “They’re just children,” they say. “They do not understand that rebellion leads to nothing. Strength to death. Courage to damnation.” Where are those fighters, those men and women who had the bravery to stand up among the cowards and proclaim their freedom? They’ve become everything that they fought. Perhaps it’s just an old age thing, that the sparkle of teenage rebellion seems to fade into a cold world where we really can’t win.
And us, we go shooting through our ten short years of rage and angst, or so they say. We just try to make a stir, to bring down the thing that has oppressed us from the start. Is it even worth it, to go barreling through time and space with one motive: to destroy our destroyers? Rebellion is everything we have, the only thing. It gives us false strength to do something stupid, instills our minds with honor and courage that fades just as quickly as a sunrise. What are we left with, after this comet called Rebellion burns up in our faces? Just the ashes of our pride, torn to pieces, as we melt into what we hate.
Filed under: Everything Else, Uncategorized | Tags: banned, reading, the catcher in the rye, the perks of being a wallflower, white picket fence
I propose a new amendment to the US Constitution, because it seems fitting for what I am about to say: the freedom to read.
The freedom to read, you say? I think we take for granted how wonderful reading actually is. We live in a relatively unconstricting society, and our founding fathers promised us our unalienable rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, among others. However, they forgot to promise us one more, the one right that protects our last creative strand in this ever-shrinking realm of possibility. For many, a book (and excuse me for being cliche) is a way to escape, a reason to continue to fight the normality and agonizing conformity of everyday life. When you take away that book, especially for teenagers, you take away that beacon of individuality.
Which leads me to the whole reason why I’m so angry about this. Wonderful books, two in particular that I happen to love, have been banned from classrooms, libraries and curriculums all over the US. The Perks of Being a Wallflower and The Catcher in the Rye. Two of the most brilliant books of modern literature, yet children can’t be enlightened by their words. Parents and teachers petition to ban these books because of “sexual content, drugs, and alcohol,” just to name a few. But how could they say they want such revolutionary books banned from their children’s mind? They think that by reading these books, we will be convinced to get high, drunk and pregnant? Are we just ticking bombs in their mind, then? Are we really viewed with that much unstability? How dare they try and constrict our learning. We have every right in America to open our minds to whatever we please, be it positive or negative. Just because it does not agree with the view of our elders doesn’t mean they can obliterate our ability to create opinions. In fact, keeping us in a bubble of white picket fences is only detrimental in the end. How the hell are we supposed to learn about the world if we are locked behind our parents’ wallets?
It’s the White Picket Fence Revolution. Time to fight for what has always been ours and keep it here.
My bio teacher, being the ever nutty man that he is, decided to hold a conversation over DNA. And because his mind just works in unknown ways, this chat somehow turned to sex. Of course.
“You know,” he says, “we are really just pawns. We are boxes for our DNA. And how does that DNA survive? How?” At this point, he’ll sing a strange tune and attempt to tap dance (very poorly, might I add). “By reproducing! Very good, Jack!” -dirty stares from Jack- “So…how to we reproduce?” Another awkward pause. “SEX!” More awkwardness. Ninth graders really don’t handle this topic very well. “Yes, class. Sex. Our DNA tells us to have sex so that it will survive. In this way, we really have no control over what our DNA tells us to do.”
As strange as this discussion is, it made me think. We realy are pawns to our DNA, just like we’re pawns to this government. George W. Bush told us that we’re going into Iraq to blow up those “weapons of mass destruction.” But where the hell were the nukes when we got there? But of course, America believed him. Just pawns in his screwed up, balding mind.
Doesn’t it make you feel a bit…empty? After all, according to my crazy teacher, our sole purpose in life is to have sex. And lots of it. Maybe that’s why so many of us teenagers are getting drunk and having hot sex with random people. I think our DNA must be on overdrive, or something. I mean, for people who believe that sex is enough in life, then congratulations on fufilling your purpose. But, for those of us who would like a little bit more than a daily orgasm and 15 children, the fact that we are a sexual machine is, frankly, just upsetting and quite disturbing. Is it possible to break out of this hold our DNA has on us? I don’t know if anyone has ever tried it. I mean, you see in our society, in the tabloids, the movies, the music…its all sex. Sex, sex, sex. Or, if it’s not sex, it’s something leading up to sex. “New Years Reslolution: How to Get the Guy this Year! Hot, Dirty Foreplay to Spice Up Your Relationship!” Big whoop. What happened to the emotion, the fullness of a relationship? Those types of relationships take time, patience, and alot of change. It’s been wiped off the slate by a new breed of modern, efficient sex machines, essentially. We are robots. Now, people just run around with five partners at a time, having cold sex and leaving in the morning. If that doesn’t make you feel empty, I don’t know what does. But then again, if you’re happy being a pawn to your own mind, then be my guest.
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Because, me being an idiot, didn’t realize that anyone can read this blog, so I’m going to stop posting very private things on here.
Filed under: Baseball, Everything Else | Tags: Benazir Bhutto, Brian McNamee, Roger Clemens
Both are buried five feet under right now. Bhutto, ’cause she’s dead, and Clemens, cause his reputation was just shot.
He looked really nervous, n’est-ce pas? Either nervous or angry…Clemns was all sweaty and his jaw was twitching. I read somewhere that people who are lying blink alot, and Clemns was blinking like hell. I’m having a hard time believing him, but I can’t bring myself to believe he’s guilty, either. I mean, here’s one of the greatest pitchers of all time, and all of that might be because McNamee stuck something up his ass (and by that, I mean steroids, though I don’t know what Clemns and McNamee used to do at those “training sessions”…)? It’s just too hard for my mind to handle right now. Then again, isn’t this country supposed to give people the benefit of the doubt? Innocent before guilty? But our society is just pessemistic, I think, and we owe Clemns this.
Here’s an excerpt: http://www.cbsnews.com/sections/i_video/main500251.shtml?id=3680216n
I’m watching Clemns’ press confrence as I type this. It still seems like he’s crying too loudly to me.
“Roger has suffered pain, pental anguish, and public humiliation.”
“Roger lied on ’60 Minutes’ last night when he said he had never recieved information prior to the release from the Mitchell Report.”
This is the video Clemens originally released.
Roger also filed a lawsuit today against McNamee. http://mlb.mlb.com/news/article.jsp? ymd=20080107&content_id=2340522&vkey=news_mlb&fext=.jsp&c_id=mlb
more articles: http://mlb.mlb.com/newsarticle.jsp? ymd=20080104&content_id=2339268&vkey=news_mlb&fext=.jsp&c_id=mlb
They’re playing the alleged phone conversation on tv, and it seems very…calm. Clemens just keeps denying everything that Brian says.
But, there is more important stuff going on in this rediculous world of ours. For example, Benazir Bhutto was killed. Basically, the leader of any hope for Pakistan is lying five feet below the ground right now. This whole tragedy is just shrouded in absolute controversy and conspiracy. I mean, are we really supposed to believe that she was “killed by hitting her head on the car?” People saw snipers all over, for God’s sake! But then again, what was she thinking, sticking her head out of a goddamn sun roof in Pakistan? She should know how crazy they can get over their politics. It’s completely her fault, I think.
Anways, I’ll be back with some words on this whole press conference…
p.s. Wouldn’t Clemens ask McNamee that he wanted him to come clean if he was innocent? Wouldn’t Brian at least say he was guilty if he was? This was a largely unsatisfying phone call.
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