Issue Thirteen June 1999
The Intro
Hello People of Greenfield High School, OK
we're lazy, so are you. Write, write, write. Blah,blah,fuck off. Enjoy!!! Have
a great summer. Take advantage of those around you. Drink lots, share the hash
brownies, and don't forget to see Austin Powers the Spy Who Shagged Me.
The Video
Did you see that controversial video?
You know the one that had the faculty in and up roar and the news paper staff
buzzing. Probably not, it isn't easy to get your hands on a copy. I was recently
privileged to a viewing of the video. Let me tell you it is hilarious and probably
the most honest representation of the students at Greenfield High School I have
ever seen. This video which actually has a name, "To the Light of Fame" is not
controversial at all. It is simply a creative way of explain to the GHS staff
exactly what doesn't work about the school. In fact the whole idea came from Dr.
Kafka. See, back last semester something new was tried in the English department.
A remedial English class was formed for students who failed English Ten. This
class was then taken over by student teacher and free thinker Maripat Wilkinson.
She is the kind of teacher we should all be so lucky to get. She shuns busy work,
and believes learning is not always best done in a desk. That's when the trouble
began. You see these "at risk" kids started showing up for class….every day. This
caught the attention of Dr. Kafka and she went to Maripat wondering what was going
on. Before long Maripat's first hour English class was making this video (which
was used as their midterm, how cool is that?). "To the Light of Fame", is basically
different clips of the English class answering questions ranging from "Do you
feel you are treated fairly?" to what they dislike about their classes. I don't
know what is so controversial about that. They don't even mention specific teachers
or classes. Personally I think it is pretty silly that our teachers are so insecure
that a little tape with a bunch a kids venting normal teenage stuff has got them
all hot and bothered. Like this was somehow going to effect anything around our
school, like teachers were all of the sudden obligated to make their class interesting.
Or maybe realize that the kids in the video actually represent more that a bunch
of kids in remedial English. Perhaps they are right to protest viewing such smut
at faculty meetings. How would you like to be informed that the one thing you
do in life isn't working and isn't being appreciated by a funny little movie?
Come on, it's hard lying to yourself when the truth is so obvious to you. (Teachers
are educated people and all; they do "get it" some times.) However if they would
just listen to us once in awhile maybe this kind of thing could be avoided.
God or Not
Is there a God? I am not a Satanist,
Wiccan, Catholic, or anything like that. I do believe in a higher power, but one
that doesn't have a mystical powers and will lead me the way. I have a religion
but its my religion, after going to a Catholic school for 4 years I am turned
off to religion and some of their beliefs. Like I said before I believe in a god,
it could be a male/female, black/white I don't know. I believe in a life after,
it could be a heaven and hell kind of thing, but it also could be a reincarnation,
I don't know until I experience it. I am not an occult I don't worship Satan,
for all I care he can shove it up his ass. I have some belief that Catholics have,
but their rules aren't what I have in mind. I recently watched a movie I haven't
seen in a long time The Devils Advocate, I heard an interesting quote a character
was taking about God and his rules. The quote that caught me was "Look but don't
touch, Touch but don't taste, Taste but don't swallow." I questioned what he said
and thought it was kind of true. I thought why would God allow what's going on
in the world today- famine, death, war, horrible acts of violence. Is God trying
to show us the way? I truly don't know, I was taught god loves you, he wants you
to do good, follow his Divine Plan. Divine Plan? A plan of death and hate? A plan
of rules that discriminates to people? I hope not. I am not trying to bring down
your religion, I just wanted to state what I think. So if your pissed off at me
well too bad these are my views.
Express
Yourself
All our lives we are told to
be individual and honor the differences in others, but we must follow the rules
of society. And this is something a majority of us fight against, at least for
ourselves. However, when others try to express themselves, even the parts that
defy society, we join the forces that we fight against for ourselves in attempting
to control this "radical", in whatever way they create that label for themselves.
(Now, I am expecting this to be a long article, so if only part of this interests
you, you can find that part.)
I have set up an organization
of this philosophy of mine. Each sentence above will be the topic of each paragraph
following this intro. So if you want to read about what's mentioned in the second
sentence go to the second paragraph after this introductory paragraph. Throughout
life we are told to be individual and honor the differences in others. This, originally,
I understood to be a mechanism to combat racism, sexism, ageism and any other
way we classify and generalize each other. This is good, I strongly encourage
it and believe it is effective. As I have grown older, I see more reasons why
we should be individual and honor others individuality. This mostly applies to
the art and motion of life: we can offer each other new ideas and thoughts and
ways of dealing with this difficult life, which we are all living through. To
do this, we must be open-minded not just seeking attention for ourselves.
However, there is a catch: don't
upset society. Here is where our individuality gets cut down to the point where
we are almost all alike. So, now we are rebellious and technically, by definition,
we have rebelled. If, of course, we have made a decision to be ourselves despite
the rules we may break. Now, here, I would like to clarify: we all rebel, society
has so many contradicting unspoken rules that there is no way you can please everyone.
These people who break the rules a little bit, I am not really referring to you,
although what I say applies to everyone. Those people who are aware of how they
are rebelling, aware that they could be following the rules by making a few adjustments,
and aware that the only way to truly discover themselves is to be honest, be real,
be challenged, and then the people make the decision to be a rebel.
We are all strong people, not
better than each other, please don't get a big head here, stay focused on what
I have to say. I strongly believe that you should be who you are even if you think
you're boring. If you really believe you are boring I encourage you to spend more
time alone focusing on what you like, want, need, and feel deep down inside where
you are real. You will discover new, fascinating things about yourself, and you
will live your life more deeply and it will be overwhelming and amazing, wonderful.
(Note that that the following and the above are purely my opinion and thoughts,
placed out for you to think about, I am not trying to manipulate your mind.) Society
to me is a confused creature that shuns the truths of life and quiets its strong
voice with a heavy blanket of lies.
We should fight against that which limits our only, short life. So why, when we see someone else succeeding at the dream we all have of this honest life, do we join the horrible creature (society) that we hate and put that person down? Do we not like change and are unsure of how to handle it?
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Are we scared? Are we envious? Do we just
not understand? People please be honest when thinking about these things; it is
safe to be honest, no one is judging you, you are only talking with yourself.
And if there is one person who you should be open with, it is yourself. Why do
we do this (and all we do)? As a closing I would like to give you something to
think about in the closing of your thoughts. And please, share your thoughts with
others, if you are comfortable with it. Write to the last let your voice be heard,
I want to know what you think about what I have had to say. Title your article
"re: express yourself by cass elliot." Now for a quote by the intelligent Henry
David Thoreau, "Most men lead lives of quiet depression."
~Cass Elliot
Columbine
I feel it’s very necessary to reflect on the recent events that have occurred at Columbine High School in Littleton, Colorado. The acts of Justin Klebold and Eric Harris are inexcusable. I also must say the fingerpointing to the fact that they might be “Goth” or part of the “trench coat mafia,” are some of the most ridiculous scapegoats I have ever heard. It’s very natural in this society to point the blame on someone else. The fact is, these kids were treated like crap day in and day out throughout their high school careers. This event has taught me one thing: RESPECT OTHERS. Before you open your mouth and put someone else down, think of the effects. There is no need to put someone else down to make yourself feel better. If you think about it, that’s pretty low. Some students that attend Greenfield High School are highly capable of pulling something like this off, and the only way to prevent it is to watch what you say.
Perhaps it’s an even shadier idea to think that everything that could possibly go wrong can be prevented. Immediately following this incident, schools had metal detectors put up and police roaming the halls. Many schools had their doors locked and many entrances closed off. President Clinton went on to make tougher gun laws. He even went as far as to blame the parents when their kids have guns. I’m all for preventing death, but isn’t this going a little too far? Is this supposed to further deny the privacy kids have? And by making the parents responsible, it takes less punishment off the kids.
It is an impossible task to think that any further incidences like this can be averted. If kids are going to do this, nothing will stop them. The power of the mind thinks faster then any law Congress can make up. And this country never works by preventing the problem, always just working on containing the problem.
Everyone who wears black builds bombs
Every time a tragedy such as
what happened in Littleton occurs I first feel sympathy for the victims, then
I feel sympathy for the victims of the inevitable backlash. Somewhere along the
way our society decided that it's all right to trample any and every civil right
as long as you're doing it "for the safety of others." This is especially true
in the case of students. Did you ever question why the First Amendment ceases
to apply when you walk through the school door? When did we as a society decide
to scribble "except students, especially the ones who don't fit into the mainstream
crowd" into the margin after the phrase "...all men are created equal"?
Sometimes the line between protecting
people and infringing on their civil rights can be subtle. Its understandable
that people could crossover it once and awhile. However, we've come to a point
where very few people even care to attempt to discern where that line is drawn.
Unfortunately, this apathy towards civil rights seems to run most rampant in schools.
Naturally, when something horrible happens to our children our initial reaction
is that something has to be done. The problem is that its now become perfectly
acceptable to carry through whatever plans people have to "protect our children"
without giving as to their implications. Banning black clothing, white makeup,
and computer gaming apparently seems like a reasonable solution for some people.
Wouldn't it be nice if the Internet was the cause of all this violence among students?
What a wonderfully simple remedy, banning Internet access. It's easy to get caught
up in the fervor, especially with Time Magazine covering their front page with
slogans such as "The Monsters Next Door." Hasn't anyone stopped to think that
perhaps part of the cause of all this violence in schools is the blatant disregard
we have for our students as individuals with rights? We've created an environment
which is, for some, outright hostile, and at best, suspicious.
The new security precautions at
GHS are, for the most part, reasonable. However, the censoring of the final "Cosmo
City" comic strip was not. "Cosmo City," which is drawn by Jeff Sroka, has been
published in the school newspaper for four years now. But, the final strip was
rejected because it involved a cartoon bomb. We had intended to publish it here,
but Jeff declined because he said he was warned that if it showed up in The Last
he wouldn't be allowed to graduate. I'm not quite sure what grounds there would
be for this, but since students can be suspended for up to five days without any
evidence against them, Jeff didn't want to chance it. Even though they would likely
have to revoke the suspension, he would miss the graduation ceremony.
"And maybe you'll find me"
You can look in your heart but you wont find me there, Look in your soul too but
you’ll see I have left, As you run your fingers through your hair, You realize
I left you this time I tried my best,
This time I tore you apart, You didn’t hold me in your hand, I'm the one who broke
your heart, Leaving you not able to stand.
And though I'm crying now, Someday I will pull through, And then I will remember
how, The things you used to do,
Used to make me cry,
But then you would make me laugh,
While inside I slowly died,
Praying it would last,
I was a fool to believe,
You loved me like you said,
Ever night I would grieve,
My soul afraid, dying, dead,
I loved you with a pure love,
I thought you loved me too,
I thought we were blessed from above,
But I was wrong and so were you,
So night after night I would bleed,
Trying to kill the pain I felt inside,
You said you were all I would need,
But then I would run and hide,
I smiled and said OK while within I died, Everyday I would wither away, Do you
know how hard I tried, Just to make you stay,
But one day when this pain is gone,
I will run my fingers through your hair,
Knowing that I won,
So when that day comes look in your heart and maybe you will find me there.
~ Myra Ellen
Suicide
There is a songbird I wake up to every morning, same song everyday. It is a beautiful tune that allows the sun to shine a little brighter through my window. What if one day, this bird decided to leave? It would fly away and never return. I don't know that I would miss the bird, for another one would come to sing. There is not too much difference among birds; they accomplish the same basic things. All can be counted in numbers, statistics. There isn't much loss when one leaves, we are just told there is.
"Doesn't it make you sad to know life is more than who we are?"-Name, Goo Goo Dolls
~Double Meaning~
Little Bitches Take Note-
Freshmen please read. Has anyone noticed how this freshman class is full of little bitches? Don't get me wrong there are some cool people I know that are freshmen. But I would have to say around 90 percent are trendy, complaining, and just down right fucked up. What I am trying to get at is- was the now sophomore class the last of our kind? The freshmen I see are always stuck up and have school spirit! We can't have that now can we? I remember when my brother went to this school back in the day...It was some what in chaos. People could freely give others bubbler rides, swirlies and the always annual Freshmen Kill Day. Now you cant even threaten a freshmen with out having someone bitch at you and give you a ticket. In one of my classes I have around 25-30 people in it and in the class there are only about 6 upper class men. All I hear out of the freshmen is complaints about how high school is so hard, and how the teacher don't give extra credit. What the hell? This is highschool if you don't get your work in then you are SOL. I just want the freshmen to do something for once! Stand up for yourselves and raise some hell. I want to see some of you get expelled and suspended for once, don't leave it up to the seniors, juniors, and sophomores.
-Fight the FUBU-
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One of Our Own
As another year at Greenfield draws to a close, I find myself looking back upon
my own experiences...how much I longed to be free of the shackles that I felt
were placed upon the development of my education by those who considered themselves
to be acting in the best interest of the students. Do not think by any means that
I am targeting the teachers with these statements, quite the contrary. I personally
have been changed much for the better as a result of the care and knowledge that
several teachers took the time to dispense to their students. I will always be
grateful to them for that. No, in this context I am referring to those in the
higher levels of the administration...the highly qualified district officers whose
duty it is to protect and serve the educational interests of the students of Greenfield.
I vividly remember the feelings of helplessness and frustration I felt when hearing
of yet another discontinued honors class or further degradation of the Edge programs.
I remember wishing that there was something that could be done to force them to
listen to us: the students. After all, it is the students who matter most in the
end, right? But what I remember most about my time at Greenfield is that I was
not alone in my thoughts that some things were quite wrong. It was that sense
of unity that fueled much of the success of this paper, something that could not
have been possible without the generous and thoughtful contributions of its readers.
The people who write for this paper are trying in some small way to let others
know their opinions about a place where it is exceedingly difficult to expidite
change of any kind. That was a good thing to be a part of, and I will always be
grateful that my peers were there to stand with me in voicing our opinions in
unison, in the hope that someday we might be heard. I am greatly dismayed by some
information that has come to my attention of late, however. It seems that the
current senior class is having difficulty realizing what a precious thing it is
to have a chance to be heard. Specifically, this has to do with the petition that
has been circulating in the hopes of keeping Amanda Kastern out of the graduation
ceremonies. From what I have been able to gather, it is the opinion of some members
of the senior class that Amanda no longer belongs with the rest of her peers because
she happens to have studied in college classes for the majority of this academic
year. The consensus seems to be that she is no longer part of the senior class
simply by virtue of her lack of presence in the building on a daily basis. Upon
first hearing of this, I was extremely confused. Amanda has successfully campaigned
for and won a spot on the school board. She now has a direct hand in the administrative
decisions of the district. What a wonderful position she is in, a high school
senior herself, and one who could elevate the ideas that most students never get
the chance to express to an unparalleled level. I think back and remember how
much I wished for someone contemporary with me — someone with the mind and reasoning
of an adult who has first hand experience of how it is to attend school here to
be in a position to listen and act on the wishes of the students. I wish that
I had the courage to do what she has accomplised. It is the reaction of her peers
which has perplexed me. They apparently do not understand the wonderful opportunity
that has been made available to them. How can anyone claim that Amanda is no longer
part of the senior class when she has tried so hard to put herself in a position
where she can effect the change that so many
students feel is necessary. I put
these questions now to those members of the senior class who support this petition:
How can you ever again question anything that happens in the school after so ignorantly
and foolishly foresaking such an opportunity? How can you claim that she is no
longer involved with the school? It seems painfully clear to me that she has done
more for the good of the students in the past two months than most students do
during their entire time in high school. I implore you all, do not allow any petty
differences that you might have with her give you an excuse to act so irresponsibly.
We should be far beyond the ancient “playground prejudices” that are commonplace
amongst young children. Do you really want to allow yourself to be sucked into
this childish attack on someone who has such a powerful chance to make a difference?
Too many horrors in our history can be accredited to the general ignorance of
the people. She has given the students something that they have never had before
— one of their own in a position of power. That is something to be respected and
valued deeply, not something to be ostracized. She belongs at graduation just
as much as any of you, and she has definately earned the right to be there. I
ask you all to consider for a moment just what it is that you are protesting against.
She has worked hard to achieve something that many had never thought possible,
and that position will be used to better the education of the students. How does
that show that she is no longer involved with the school? Why do so many of you
feel the need to push her away after she has accomplished so much? It is said
that she is no longer a part of the senior class, but without her, you would not
have such an opportunity to let your ideas and concerns be heard. Why, after working
so hard to provide such a chance, does she deserve to be left out at the end?
-=Quote=-
"Why are we categorized when we are all but one?"
-Amber Athey
Music
What the hell happened to music these days? I used to be a faithful follower of MTV. Do any of you remeber Headbanger's Ball? Or even Alternative Nation? Not saying that rock is the only type of good music though. Rap had its own little program on MTV too, so everyone was getting a little bit of what they liked. Now, when you turn on MTV, you're lucky if you see music at all. Since eliminating all of the shows taht deal with music and putting in "newer, hipper" shows like The Real world and Road Rules, MTV basis who gets on by how much they'll make. So it's no surprise that last weekend everytime I flipped past MTV, the Backdoor Boys were on talking about their 12 year old fans and how much they mean to them. This is ridiculous!
The fall of music has hit so bad, even Rolling Stone Magazine has fallen to this evil trend of putting up one hit wonders. In the past couple of weeks, we have seen Eminem and Brittney Spears on the cover of Rolling Stone. What the hell? The Rolling Stone cover has always been a reserved place for REAL TALENT, not some slutty hoebag showing off her T&A.
I'm not trying to be against all theseboy bands, white rappers, and female versions of 69 degrees, but where did music with real talent go? When it be time for bands like Pink Floyd, Rush, Pantera, Phish, and Anthrax to get some recognition?
An essay entitled: What's wrong with my behavior?
Yes, I've often pondered this question many-a-times. I think it all began in the days when I was just a young lad skipping down the cold hard streets of Harlem. For I was one of the few "white boyezz" in the comunity. My mother was a harsh but loving woman, she cooked us hamburger and beans for breakfast lunch and dinner. Luckly I stayed pretty slim, my five brothers were....how would i say this .. well pleasantly plump. Looking back back I rember something that is odd to me now but, when I was just a lad, had slipped past me...my mother, father, and five brothers were all black...hmm maybe thats why i was always the black sheep? But Oh my reader! They have
all long since past on.. it was a terrible plane crash God rest their souls! Mother, father and my five other brothers, were flying down to a meeting, what I belive they said to be a umm.. Black Panthers meeting.
They said it was not suitable for me to attend and that they needed someone to stay home and watch the house.
After the whole terrible ordeal, I decided to leave Harlem to become a traveling radiator salesman. I had quite a bit of money to live on that was left to me by my parents. My destany was to wind up in California. I slowly snaked my way through the U.S. I made sure I went through every state. I racked up some fame in the process. My radiators must have been high quality, because some man asked if i would be interested in making a comercial. He said it could help make me a millionaire. I took him up on the offer. He was right I did rake in the dough. But after 10 years of that it got to be to much. I gave it up, I gave the money away to some obscure charity. I became a bum living in some little arizonian town. I picked up people's left overs out of Burger Kings dumpster. That was a peirod in my life when I didn't bath for for eight months. I was living under a clump of cacti when what apeared to be a police officer, came up to me and took me to a hostpital. There they told me there were faimily members looking for me. I claimed " I dont have any faimly, they have all died in a horrable plane crash! You have the wrong man!" They insited it was me I got so enraged I punched out one of the men. They wrapped me up in a white jacket and sucluded me. When I was finnaly brought out they sat me down and had me write this essay. So here I am writting this.. look there is nothing wrong with my behavior... that guy deserved to be hit! Your all out to get me! I know I can show them my comercial! They will have to belive me..."what?" My life is a lie I never lived in Harlem, nobody died I was never a salesman I belong to a faimly in the midwest, I stole a car and came to Arizona, and thats were they found me. Oh Shit.
~The Car Burning Hick~
CONGRATULATIONS!
Congratulations are in order for Mr. Robert Szymanski for his retirement from Greenfield High School after 29 years of service. Perhaps "retirement" is the wrong word as many would contend Szymanski was forced out of his current position. Szymanski, who formerly taught all sections of Honors English 10, World Literature and Composition and is currently teaching his last AP English class, was assigned to teach only remedial-type courses next year. This most recent offense was a catalyst in his decision to retire, as he had been contemplating the option for some time. Some of his students accuse the administration or even the school board of this latest offense, but let me clear the record. It is the students at this school and their parents who tied the hands of the English department and administration by protesting against Szymanski's teaching methods and strict grading policies. These supposed "honor" students couldn't make the grade in a demanding class and laid blame with one of the most caring teachers I have ever known. The current state of politics in education may be upsetting, but I surprisingly find my stomach further turned by the students who forced Mr. Szymanskiout of his vocation and their fellow students who failed to recognize those at fault.
Educating or
Empowering?
Recently, a school we all know and hate, had a “special” day. Fine arts day, May 5th, included such events as comedians, puppet making, candle making, and African music and dance. What I want to know is, who decided African music and dance was appropriate? When will we be listening to polka or watching German or Irish dancers? Why must we
learn more about the African culture? Has this school not let its black students run wild all ready? Everyday I see them “get their pimp on,” wear one pant leg up, and make fun of our teachers. As if that’s not enough I have ot hear them rapping in the hallway, swearing, and calling girls bitches. Several times a black student has sworn at and called my friend a bitch, and their teacher does nothing! Was it appropriate for the entertainers
of the African dance to refer to us as bitches when he began stomping his feet? The black section of the bleachers obviously didn’t mind, they say that everyday. Is all of this educating or empowering its black students? I don’t think they need anymore cultural
pride. A few dark skinned brothers decided to “raise the roof” during the music, is that Advanced African dance we didn’t get to learn? The day GHS staff sends its students into the gymnasium for Polish song and dance I will lose all feelings of being held down by the
man. I think this school could learn a lot about every culture, not just African. Martin Luther King said he had a dream that all man kind would be created equal. Well so do I. I can’t wait for the day I stop paying for things that happened years ago. I wasn’t your master, and you weren’t my slave so I don’t want anymore shit about the black man being oppressed. Black people are right about one thing, there is a lot of prejudice in the world, they just don’t realize they aren’t the ones suffering.
Killers
There have been a few killings at differnt schools across the nation in the past few years. After watching numerous news broadcasts and researching other media totally devoted to the topic there are still pieces that I don't understand.
First off these sources all claim that this was the childs way of getting back at bullies and the only reason that they did this was because the bully called the person gay. Now I dont understand this for a few resons. 1) I was picked on and the first name anyone calls you is gay. 2) Many people are called gay everday. Now I never lashed out in this way nor have the many people who are bullied in this manner daily.
The next thing would be that they blame everything on video games and movies. Now I'm not saying that these do not contain violence because we all know of the violence there are warnings on everything, but most people have common sense and don't try to act out movies. Most importantly many of us have parental involvement and our parents teach us about these things as being wrong or bad.
I would say I blame more on the parents. In all of the cases I have reviewed the parents were divorced or seperated and the parents gave little or no attention to the child. In one story what seemed very wrong was that the mother was telling the child her major plans for the ex-husband and new girlfriend. The plans she made... On Valentine's day, trap ex and fling in hotel room and make them watch her blow her head off. Now this would seem to say that the child acted out this way to stop the mother from commiting this gruesome act and possibly to gain back attention he seemed to have lost from this parent.
So to all parents and would be parents know this... Your child needs your attention and your involvement in their life to turn out productive in society. Without this you could be supporting a deadly behavior!
-=Quote=-
"Tell me, I'll forget. Show me,
I may remember. But involve me and I'll understand."
-Chinese Proverb
Students at Greenfield High School safe now, thanks to magic clipboards!
Yes, it is true, new clipboards on small desk just inside GHS's main entrances ensure the safely of students and teachers alike. These clipboards hold color-coded papers to make classifying and cataloging potentially dangerous visitors a breeze for their unarmed attendant. Since the installation of these modern day miracles GHS has seen a drastic drop in its already low crime rate. That's how truly effective they are.
Ok, seriously who are they trying to fool? As though asking people to sign in and out of the building is going to stop some crazed lunatic from coming in and ripping up the joint. Which all seems arbitrary, since our school only has like 100 different unmonitored doors to come in through. If they really want to ensure against something as serious as the recent school tragedies they ought to spend more time on the emotional health of the students and teachers.
As suspected the school wide writing goals and job readiness goals have nothing to do with us. It was all a big scheme to get some kind of accrediation from some government program. This would subsequently make Dr. Kafka look good. The end. For her sake lets hope those creidtaion giving people don't actually read the writing prompts. Ha, Ha this ones on you Dr. Kafka.
Wetness
I am sitting here, naked. All around me is darkness. Grey, dark grey. It is moist, almost wet. No dry, warm place to be. So cold, so naked. I am alone, my own dark cave, but not a cave: there is no entrance, there is no exit. A candle, a fire, warmth; if I had one, I'd throw myself in it. Even with the possibility of burning myself badly, and never die, maybe I could survive off the memor of the warmth, the extremem warmth. Open wounds, seaping, weeping, more wetness. Only to make the situation worse, for the memories.
~Double Meaning~
Gymnastics
Bring back the GHS Gymnastics team! Lately I've been wondering why we no longer have this sport at our school. Someone probably killed themself on the pole vault or something. What was that, like 20 years ago? I would join the team just to wear those sexy outfits. Even if I can't do a cartwheel, I'd like to run around and so summersaults while people stare at my balls snuggly wrapped in tights! I'd roll around to George Micheal and Elton John. I think this would be great opportunity for our schools homosexuals to display their emotions. NO, not all gymnasts are gay, but while the big jocks in our school are playing football, basketball, wrestling (yum), we need a sport for the students who don't want to hurt eachother. They can just express their feelings in a pretty delicate way!
Life is...
Life has always been described to me as a person walking down a long road towards the setting sun with one simple suit case. I think this journey could be better depicted if the person were facing backwards seeing the road already traveled. Because we can see the past fairly clear. Our present is seen only slightly with periphrial vision, but becaomes clearer and we can see more of the scene as it becomes the past. And the road ahead, the future, we are not able to see and only stubbling along. We get hints of the future, though, we see the hills at the start of the mountains and the streams that become the rivers, and the dark skies that bring forth the storm. And we get to see the rays of light as they shine through and add a little light to the once dark areas.
~Seeing More Clearly~
Pick me up
I need to pick myself up from the ground
and stand tall again
Emotions crushed me
Conferntations crushed me
Education crushed me
My family even crushed me
Yet I still shake it all off
and think everything will get better
I wish it really did happen that way
But it doesn't.
We all know how the story ends
...Me dead on the floor
I need to drag myself out of this slum
and bring back all the color I use to have
The years I adored, the years I dream of
All see to be so distant to me
I need to pick myself up from the ground
and stand tall again
Emotions crushed me
Conferntations crushed me
Education crushed me
My family even crushed me
Yet I still shake it all off
and think everything will get better
I wish it really did happen that way
But it doesn't.
We all know how the story ends
...Me dead on the floor
I need to drag myself out of this slum
and bring back all the color I use to have
The years I adored, the years I dream of
All see to be so distant to me
Should I lie?
In my 17 years of experience, I have been taught time after time that in order to get anywhere in life, you must lie. It is not an option. A person who lies will get futher than
anyone who tells the truth. I am a living example of that.
Unfortunatley, my parents got some morals stuck in my head, and one of those morals was to tell the truth. Ouch. That hurt. I recentley told my mother I was planning on taking a trip to St. Louis. That didn’t go over too well. Our conversation went something like this:
“I was thinking about taking a trip to St. Louis this summer with a couple of friends,” I say.
“You’re only 17,” my mom replies.
“And....,” I counterattack.
“You’re not going to St. Louis. There’s no way I’d let you travel across 3 states,”she says.
“So what? Paul has a car. You can’t stop me from going,” I say as I make my last stand.
“Well go then, but don’t think you’re going to use my car after that anymore,” she says as she wins the hard fought out struggle.
By telling the truth I got nowhere. I could have easily lied and said I was going to Wisconsin Dells or to my other friends relatives house upnorth. She would have let me go
if I would have said that. But no, I open up my big truth-telling mouth and it get’s me stuck at home. I could go...but since I can’t buy a car until I’m 18, I won’t have transportation. Try picking up chicks like that.
Another incident invovles not me, but someone in my first hour class. He was late arriving to school one day because his ride never showed up. So, he walked to school
causing him to be late. For being late, he receives a detention. So, because this student walked to school, and told the truth about something he couldn’t prevent, he was punished. He could have easily skipped the whole day, by calling in and saying he was sick. It’s almost as if the office want’s him to lie. The way that one works out is so backwards.
So my advice to everyone is...LIE! Tell people what they want to hear, not what you really want to say.
In My Blood
In my blood,
Like a virus.
Weaving webs,
Around my iris.
Can't walk,
Spinning round.
Crawling up my throat,
Swimming down.
Something broken,
In my mind.
My salvation,
I can't find.
Shaking, crying,
Convulsive heaves.
I'm not finished,
In my blood,
Like a virus.
Weaving webs,
Around my iris.
Can't walk,
Spinning round.
Crawling up my throat,
Swimming down.
Something broken,
In my mind.
My salvation,
I can't find.
Shaking, crying,
Convulsive heaves.
I'm not finished,
Someone Else
I'm sick of it all
I'm sick of being a pussy
I'm sick of what others say
I'm sick of being afraid
I'm sick of hiding
I'm sick of keeping it all inside
I'm sick of feeling the way I am
I'm sick of being who I am
I want to be somebody else
I want to be someone who's not afraid
I want to be someone who doesn't feel held back
I want to be a risk taker
I want to be someone who can take rejection
I want to be confident
I want to be outgoing
I want to be another me
Running
Running,running,
Gotta get away,
I can't stand to stay another day,
Why do you make fun of me?
Why do I stay?
Why do I get beaten?
Why do I pay?
I don't know why I feel no more pain,
Maybe because I didn't care,
But now that you hurt me so,
I gotta get away,
Running, running.
-Krying
LOVE
Love is for fools,
Love is a game,
Love is hatred all over again,
Don't worry about it because it's all fake,
Why do people make a big deal about it?
Don't they know their hearts can break?
-Krying
Whore-O-Scopes
Aries (March 21-April 19) - After accidently stabbing yourself with your honors breakfast pin you will be expelled for possession of a dangerous weapon.
Taurus (April 20- May 20) - After a childhood of spankings from your Swedish nanny, you finally find romance after
dropping out of school to work as a body guard at the local S&M Club
Gemini (May 21- June 21) - Realizing your negotiating skills aren't what they used to be you do what the man with the gun says.
Cancer (June 21- July 22) - Your boyfriend's nipple rings will heal much faster if you stop picking at them.
Leo (July 23- Aug 22) - During a routine trip to the porn shop you decide to cash in your frequent buyer point for the
complete set of life size blow up Spice Girls.
Virgo (Aug 23- Sept 22) - While showering after gym a classmate will offer you some of his special lotion.
Libra ( Sept 23-
Nov 21) - When a certain jock asks if a 17 is a good score for that test with
the letters in its name, nod and smile reassured he won't figure out you banged
his girlfriend nine times last week.
Scorpio (Oct 23- Nov 21) - Shortly after the pot runs out you will send someone for Taco Bell while you wait for da hook ups.
Sagittarius (Nov 22- Jan 19) - While frolicking in a field of daises you will trip, fall and land on a "picnicking" Mr.Burns and Mr.Valj.
Capricorn (Dec 22- Jan 19) - You will be out of work when your pimp is sent to jail for selling bad Acid to the Police commissioner.
Aquarius(Jan 20-Feb 18) - After stealing Mr. Linds calculator and selling it on the black market to support your habit, you will be over come with guilt and try to commit suicide by jumping out his ground floor level window.
Pisces (Feb 19- March 20) - Shorlty after your birthday spankings friends will get out the whip cream and the fun will realy begin.
The Girl
I see her everyday
Why can’t I just say hi?
I try and I try
But the words just won’t come
I think she’s beautiful
Like a goddess
She intimidates me
She dominates me
I think about her all the time
Just thinking about saying hi
But I can’t do it
I’m too shy
If only she would give me chance
I know I could win her over
If only I had a chance
If only I could say hi
My Country is at War
The other day I went to the store with
one intension in mind. I had a craving for some chocolate, a candy bar. I bought
it for some petty change, not thinking another thought. I then went home to indulge
in my new treat.
I took the first bite and savored the
flavor. Then, I began to think. At least five cents of my money went to taxes.
These taxes that go to my government, then used for "useful things."
I get happy to think my money could
go into helping poverty or medical research. I went into the living room, while
sinking my teeth into another bite. I turned on my television to find the news.
And there I see, we bombed Iraq. I want to throw-up, to see this waste. People
are dying, what a waste.
I think again, that bomb I made. Five
cents worth, a candy bar, a person's life: it doesn't add up. I set my candy down,
and there it lies, motionless, cold, lifeless, and unappealing.
~Cass Elliott~
Diluted Fantisies of the
Greenfield Administration
The K-Squad: protecting society from GHS students