Come with me, and you'll see, a world of Pure Imagination...

Back when I was ten years old, I played with dolls, I read picture books sometimes, and cell phones for kids were almost unheard of. We had imaginations, we've known a world where technology isn't everything and where kids can be kids. Today, however, you can talk to any six, seven, or eight year old and they'll talk about how their mommy just bought them an iPhone or iPod and how they might be getting a laptop soon. Where are the baby dolls? The coloring books? When I was their age I played checkers. I may sound like an old geezer right about now, but I don't really care. Kids need to use their imagination. It's what makes them kids, not electronic applications that they can download to their iPods, iPhones, or iPads.
So parents, don't fall for the,"But mom, everyone has one!" Let your kids embrace their imaginative qualities. Let them play make believe, or go outside and play soccer, or basketball. Watch your kids make play-forts with branches. There's so many things that kids can do outside without needing iPhones and iPads, and other unnecessary technologies, that you won't have to worry about their wanting a Facebook.

Ground Me For Being Myself

Just recently, I was invited to join the National Honor Society. It was an amazing honor to receive that letter saying that I was eligible to join; my parents and the rest of my family thought so too. I carefully considered my options. I could set up my portfolio and letter of recommendation and become part of the NHS; but I figured in a few factors to my decision. A student knows the way they study; especially if that student acquires all As and Bs all the time. Now, in my particular case, I decided not to join NHS. This is because not only will I get egotistical about my work, I will also get lazy and comfortable and perhaps even more stressed once grade closing comes around. My mother almost disowned me, she was so furious.
Parents these days expect a lot from their children. Just because your son or daughter is a straight A student doesn't mean they can keep that grade up with every new stress inducer. Mothers and Fathers expect their children to get straight As all the time, to never get lower than a B, to get into a really good college on scholarship. We're JUST. Kids. Not functioning adults, as much as we would want to believe. So, parents, lay off and give us a chance to make mature decisions by ourselves. It's how we live and learn.

Paper Bag Princess in the Coach Purse

Hi-Ho, my dear friends! I'm Paper Bag. I was given to my owner this past week when no one else would claim me. I was the last loveable trinket to be swapped. I felt abandoned. BUT! I have found peace, for I have been placed in a Coach purse where my owner takes me everywhere. I said everywhere! For example, today we visited a Corn Mega Maze in Sterling, Massachusetts. Although it took us two hours to get out, (us being my owner and her friends), we had loads of fun! I was soon joined with different candies and wrappers that tended to cry out when another wrapper appeared. I'm not particularly sure why. They're just candy. But all in all, today was fun; we even went to McDonalds after. I miss some of my friends named Cash, but at least they're somewhere where they will make even more friends.

Little Bag O' Fun.

Today I received a quite peculiar trinket. It is brown, wrinkly, and perhaps the carrier of an old lunch. I guess we will find out when it starts to smell putrid. But until then, I must blog about it on this silly laptop and then take it back after a week or two has gone by. I guess I shall start by describing it.
It is a brown paper bag with the words, "BAG OF FUN" scribbled on the front side. There is a smiley face, an obvious attempt at trying to give this inanimate object a personality, a feeling of acceptance. But it is a paper bag; not something to get emotionally attached to. Sooner or later I guess I will have to listen to it's feelings and daily struggles; but not until tomorrow.

Absent on Tuesday

Therefore, I had no blog to write because we were supposed to get trinkets.

I Read in my Spare Time, So I Must Have No Life.

I like to read and write all the time instead of hanging out with friends, I'm quiet when first meeting people, I get confused when someone tries talking to me while I'm studying. I like school. I'm bisexual.
If I told anyone of you the information above, what would you get from it? You would probably think that:
I have no social life, I'm a loser, I'm an idiot for liking school, and I must be a skank. But anyone that takes the time to know me would tell you that you, my dear reader, are wrong. Stereotypes are something that America, in general, needs to just stop creating. As a people, we are judgmental and we don't give others a chance to prove themselves to us.
To us, people that look like they may come from the Middle East have to be terrorists. All African Americans are from the hood. All Mexicans must be illegal immigrants. That's just the way things are... right? Labeling and judging people before you get to know them is just something that needs to stop. It makes me so angry, not only because I have been labeled before, but because it isn't right. Anyone with eyes or a brain can see that. So, next time, if you see an African American or Hispanic guy walking down the street with baggie jeans and a backwards hat, don't just assume he's a gangster that dropped out of high school. He could be in college, have kids, and be attending Harvard or Yale.

Don't. Judge.