Comp Prompt

Uhh so I was supposed to have a prompt ready for today for my Composition class... but I spaced it. Whoops. Well I thought of a prompt, and since no one in my class is ever going to respond to/see it, I figured I'd write my response in my blog.
The question was,
"Do you think people are born inherently bad (evil, whatever), or that circumstances make them that way?"

Personally, I believe that circumstances make a person who they are, evil or not. I think almost everything that makes someone who they are has to do with what kind of family they were born into, how their peers treat them, and what obstacles are thrown at them thoughout life. I really don't think anyone can be 'evil' or whatever without something beyond their control happening to them and screwing them up.

Pot v. Alcohol

What I really don't understand on the whole marijuana versus alcohol issue is why pot is illegal while booze isn't. The way I see it, alcohol is much more damaging to the body and mind than marijuana. There are thousands of alcohol related deaths each year and nill for marijuana. Alcohol kills your liver, there are no conclusive studies that prove pot causes lung cancer. Alcohol seriously impairs your judgement and motor skills while I'm pretty sure there have been little to no serious injuries from simply pot.
And still, still people remained convinced that alcohol is better simply because it is legal.
I don't know, maybe if the world did their research we wouldn't have so many f-ed up laws.

Being a Ginger

I am a ginger. I am neither proud nor sad about the fact. To me, it simply means that I have a spattering of freckles all over my body and should probably take extra care when I'm in the sun, (which, admittedly, I'm often very lax on.)
I never actually thought I was different from anyone else up until a few years ago when people began to ask me if I have a soul. I was extremely confused until I happened upon the 'Gingers' South Park episode, where Cartmen claims we gingers are inferior to those blessed with sun-hardy skin. I admit, that was a very funny episode and I loved the opportunity to laugh at myself. But I also blame that episode for opening up a whole new world of degrading jokes.
Gingers are people too. And contrary to popular belief, we do indeed have souls.
If you think hating on someone because they are a ginger is any different than using racist slurs, then you are sorely mistaken. I can do nothing to change the color of my skin just as a black person can do nothing to change their's.
Often I still laugh at ginger jokes directed at me, trying to take it in good stride, because really, I know, for the most part, no one really means any harm by it. I'm still a person too though, with a soul as complete as yours.
I know the jokes probably will never stop, and I know some people probably think my freckles make me look diseased. But hey, at least I like myself.

Growing Up

Growing up is hard to do. I remember being a little kid and wanting more than anything to be all grown up and have people take me seriously. Well, I'm almost all grown up but it seems as though people may take me less seriously now than when I was a child. I know it's because I'm a teenager, and of course, teenagers never know what they're talking about.
But that's besides the point.
When you grow up there are so many more worries and stresses in your life. It seems your once open and free schedule is suddenly filled with responsibilities, and your heart is more vulnerable than it ever has been before.
And even though I'm going to miss everything being handed to me by my parents/the world, I'm actually really excited to finish growing up.

I WANT SUMMER

Well it's almost summer. Keyword: almost. We've got three and a half weeks left until school ends and never have I experienced such a long month. It's not only the anticipation of summer that's causing time to pass unbelievably slowly, it's also school. I feel like once May starts, teachers begin to realize how close the end of the school-year is and panic because 'they're not even close to having taught the curriculum', or some bullshit like that. And once these teachers panic, they pile on the work for students. During this past week alone I have been assigned FIVE projects. Five out of my six teachers decided that this was an excellent week for me to spend my afternoons and evenings doing nothing but these stupid projects that actually will not teach me anything.
I guess I'm just bitter because I really, really do not want to do these projects, but seriously teachers? Why can't you stop giving a crap like the rest of us.

High School is the Time of Your Life?

Sooo today in Composition our prompt at the beginning of class was to respond to the saying "high school is the best time of your life."
To be quite honest, that saying makes me scoff. If high school is your peak in life that's pretty damn pathetic. But you know what the really sad part is? It really will be a lot of people's peaks. It's the sad truth that not everyone grows out of the high school mind set where the stupid things matter. Like who has better clothes and who fucked who. So for those people, high school will be the best time of their lives.
But for me personally, I hope high school is the worst time of my life. High school sucks. And I can't wait to actually start my life and get the hell out of here.