I believe that people are people. I believe that it doesn't matter who they are or what they believe or where they come from, they are still people and all should be treated as such. Even though we like to throw the word equality around, it rarely ever exists, at least not for everyone at once. People here are falling through the cracks because other people, people who are viewed as people, view them as less then a person. Can discriminate against them for whatever reason they choose, and cover that discrimination with a loosely veiled excuse for why they didn't get the job, promotion, recommendation, etc. It shouldn't matter what they do outside of work. Who cares if there are pictures of them on facebook being douchebags? As long as its legal and not against pre-set company policies, school policies, etc, it should just be let go. I believe that everyone needs to learn to do that-let the little things go. I also believe that Oprah should give EVERYONE free things...not just the people that go to her show, but thats a whole nother story.
Hello. Today after school Erin needed to stay at my house for a little while. After she took a math test. We went to Marsh and got some rice for my mom. It was expensive...one little bag of microwave rice cost $2.54, which is actually 4 cents over half of my entire amount of money right now so that was cooool. Anyways we got home and then i opened my trunk to get out my backpack when I saw the sidewalk chalk I had bought over the weekend!!! We naturally forgot about all homework and went and drew all over our newly resurfaced driveway. It looks better now anyways. I drew some pretty pictures and Erin drew some mean ones. Then Erin traced me on the driveway and I drew myself with blonde hair and blue eyes-only because we didn't have brown. It was weird. Now we are inside and I decided to do this blog because she told me to do it about chalk and stuff. We ate some shrimps. We are having tacos for din din. (Hence the rice.) This post is super lame. I'm excited to go out to eat after the AP test. It should be fun, except I'm a little nervous about the seating arrangements. eh....
This is a blog about something. I will discuss whatever I feel like discussing. Well tonight I ate Jimmy Johns which is like, the best thing thats ever happened to earth in general. I have two tests tomorrow, coincidentally, one from each half of a marriage....I think they planned this. So I'm trying to get ready for those, but I'm so ready for summer that at this point anything thats not shiny, tasty, or somehow rewarding in monetary terms just doesn't wanna get done. And by that I mean, I'm too lazy to get it done. But I am however blogging, so thats something, right? Well this weekend was expensive, I had to buy two presents. I now have $2.60 remaining to my name. Which is awesome since my gas tank is hungry again. I guess I'll have to start selling off valuable pieces of furniture on eBay. Ehhh....this weekend was good. I enjoyed it immensely. I had fried chicken for dinner last night at the best place to get fried chicken anywhere. I may have gained my entire body weight. It's cool though, because my mom got Wii Fit for Mooter's Day. (Mooter = mother in German. I think.) Except I've tried it, and I don't really think its a workout...but I'm cool because its entertaining and that way I can play gamez instead of real workouts that are hard!! The A.P. test is this week. I feel pretty much ready for it. As ready as I'm gonna be I guess.
So I'm not sure whether I agree with Joe's desires or not. You see, on one hand, it would have been so maddening on so many levels for him to suffer without contact with the world. And in the moment that it was granted, everything poured out of him in a ranting, rambling, excruciating passage of probably thousands of 'taps' for him to communicate it through morse code. While its very understandable that this would be his reaction, his pent up words flowing out, on the other hand it seems like he maybe should have held his cards a little closer to be able to say, reassure them that he was mentally sane before asking to be a sideshow act traveling from town to town. As far as what I would want, I couldn't say. I mean the mental beating that being a stump must deliver is something I'm sure I can't even fathom. I'd like to be all pompous and say that all I would want is for my family to know I was living, but I too would struggle with contacting my family just like Joe due to the state I would be in. I think at the initial asking of 'what do you want?' I would say something short and sweet, maybe like, you know, a glass of water. HA, years of silence and insanity to simply ask for a glass of water. Well whatever it would be, I'm sure it would be a hard question for me to answer. I'd most likely end up asking to be on Oprah...I'm sure she would invite me on the show with open arms (and hopefully wallet.)
This is a blog about something. Today we got our driveway resurfaced. My car is stranded in the garage for two days and I'm not allowed to walk on the driveway which makes getting out to the road where our un-stranded cars are sitting kind of difficult. Eh...I'm pretty tired. School is super duper draining, and seeing as how I didn't do anything at all for like two straight weeks, full days of school are RIDICULOUSSS at the moment. It's whatever though. Also I realized today that Swine Flu at University wouldn't be as great as I thought, since we'd have to make up the time we would miss from the school being closed. So I guess I'm ok with nobody contracting H1N1. For now. In anatomy today we did this activity about like nutrition facts in fast food meals, and it was literally sickening. I mean we all know that McDonalds or whatever isn't very healthy, but when you actually add everything up, your basically like tripling your daily needs for certain things in one meal. Moral of the story is that you should just dial 9-1 before ordering and use the buddy system if in fact the last 1 needs to be dialed. Better to be safe than sorry.
So, when I first read this article I thought that Albert was a raving madman with nothing better to do than inflate his ego with his written thoughts on America's overall greatness. But then thanks to Mr. Bradley, (hay Mr. Bradley), I remembered the whole deal about Manifest Destiny. The idea that many Americans had during the time that this article was written that it was in fact America's Destiny ordained by God himself (!!!!) to basically take all of the land of what we now call the continental U.S. So after that I was able to understand our buddy Albie a little more.
The article we read for class today, America the Beautiful: What We're Fighting For, definitely relates to the book. Within the first few paragraphs, D'Souza argues that Americans are only successful in wars if they believe it is just, if they can relate to some type of 'cause.' The author points out that the one time Americans have really lost a war was in Vietnam, when many Americans weren't behind the war, but not just because of the lack of support: because they didn't know what they were fighting for. In the book, Joe thinks to himself that Americans who fight for these causes, or words, are moronic individuals. But he does agree with this idea that when America fights a war they fight it for a cause, for some lofty reason that isn't really accessible for the general population, but the cause is something that Americans inherently hold on to. Just like the idea in the essay where the author talks about American exceptionalism. D'Souza says that Americans just naturally believes that America is the way it should be, that other countries should follow our ways, that our country has 'higher values' than others and is willing to fight for them, dangit! But, as Joe wonders in the book, what do those values or ideas really mean for the people of America, other than just a word to throw around, like 'freedom' or how about 'democracy'? D'Souza poses questions about the validity of the general belief of Americans that this country is THE country, and everyone else should sit down and take some notes.
