Monday

Mondays are a discriminated race. The day has been a gray spot on the calender since the "week" was invented. As the great, or obese, hungry feline once so wisely stated: "I hate Mondays," no human I've yet to come in contact with has ranked it as a favorite. Early one morning you are rudely awakened by an intensely annoying alarm clock, to prepare yourself for a new week, and then you know that indeed the weekend has ended. It's not that a tragic event takes place on every occurrence of this day, but that it begins a whole new week of slaving for survival. We wait so long for the weekend to free us of tribulations, only to be slapped back to reality of a Monday. In order to maintain our happiness of the weekend, and prepare us more kindly for the week, I think in every school and workplace, Mondays would be transformed into a day of partying and goofing around.

Detention

I've just recently received a detention, for the first time ever. I just so happened to be opening the door to my seminar class instead of sitting in my seat when the bell rang. I was petrified. I acted as though I was confused and didn't know what was going on, but my teacher didn't seem to notice that I had the innocent, pleading expression on my face. Later that day I was called to the assistant principal's office. Of course no one else thought anything of it, considering my spotless reputation. The assistant principal was sympathetic, and gifted me with a nice little detention slip. I wasn't entirely sure how this was to come about, or where the room was in which we were to be held, for that matter. I was told the information necessary in order to acquire whatever there happened to be to acquire from my punishment, starting with the location, and to think of it as merely "working time after school." The following day, after the school's bell rang it's last, I made my way to the room where we juvenile delinquents are disciplined. My main concern was what this experience may inflict upon my current reputation. Fortunately, we are allowed to work on the computer in the next room over, in which those who are not in detention also work after school. Therefore, no one could tell whether I was in bondage or free, that is, of course, until you are called to leave by the guard. I concluded that detention wasn't to be dreaded or feared, however, I'm not planning to join my fellow disruptor of the peace anytime soon.

Remember the Reaction Paper

If you have ever seen the movie Remember the Titans, you know that it is an emotional, heart-warming, eye-opening, and wonderful movie. I've never met someone who could honestly say that they didn't like it. If by some chance you don't find any enjoyment or feeling in this movie, then I strongly suggest you visit your local physician in order to confirm that you are indeed a human being, and possess a soul. Well, one day in my English class, we began watching this movie. I was ecstatic to have a break from the normal routine, especially to get to watch a good movie. So for the past three days, we took advantage of this lucky situation, unaware of what was to come. If you have ever watched a movie in school, which I readily assume you have, you know that teachers don't pop in a movie just to make their students happy. Yes, after being deeply touched by the movie's content, sitting in reflection, the light's are turned on and you are confronted with an assignment over the movie. Suddenly, reality socks you in the face and sucks the emotion from you like a thirsty guy with a crazy straw. After you've written the paper, the experience seems much less magical. So, this is a warning to students everywhere, be prepared!

Snow!

Why is it that snow seems to have such a magical effect on people? Though it's not always a positive effect. Some groan at the mere thought of snowfall, while others jump for joy. I personally have always enjoyed snow, but people like me must be careful not to offend those that despise the wonderful substance. If you aren't careful and say something positive about snow to a non-lover, be prepared to listen to their complaints and misery for the next 10 minutes! I think we need to make it a goal to convert people that hate snow to our way of thnking.