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.

R-E-S-P-E-C-T, Find Out What It Means to Me

Bullying is something that a vast majority of us have experienced. You have either been the victim, the bystander, or even the bully itself. If you happen to find yourself on the MSN Home Page, take a look at the news slideshow. You will see something absolutely shocking. About two months ago, a young homosexual teenager took his own life because he was bullied. In most cases such  as this, the family members are grieving and in need of love and nurturing at this time. But no, as of now, the bullying victim's family is in torment. The victim's sister is being taunted with jeers of, "Your brother is better off dead!" or, "He deserved to die."
What can make teenagers this cruel? Is it bad enough that they will have to live with the guilt that they caused a young man to take his own life? That they made him hate himself and want to leave this world? To me, this news story is just ridiculous. Kids these days have no respect for things as serious as suicide and bullying. In my opinion, if someone commits suicide after being completely victimized from bullies, the suicide should be counted in the Court of Law as a first degree murder case.
Respect is something that should be taken seriously. Whether the person is different from you or not.

Goodbye, Little Cappy.

It is my great regret to inform you that our reporter, Snappy Cap of the Snapple Observer made his final report Thursday morning and drowned later that day. We mourn this loss and wish for a new companion very soon. Rest in Peace, little Cappy. You were a great friend and find to all here at the Observer. We loved to hear your stories about that senile old cat and the life of your owner, Kelsey. We are sure she didn't mean to leave you.
Rest easy, buddy.

Today, It Rained.

It wasn't the fun down pouring rain with lightning that lights up the sky with huge forks of blue. And no, it wasn't the misting kind either. No, no, it seemed as if the sky was spitting; the clouds were gray, filling with condensation, and I was dropped outside in the driveway while Kelsey ran off to the bus stop. The air is sticky and humid. I nearly escaped death on multiple occasions, but that doesn't matter, because Kelsey would find me on the way back home, right? ...Right? 

...anyone?

Crikey!

Today I come to you from the vast jungle also known as Kelsey's room. Today she left me home while she went to Student Council and I, Snappy Cap, reporting for the Snapple Observer, promise you that this is by far the craziest sight I've seen yet. Crikey! It's the prowling senile cat, in his natural habitat. He stares at me knowingly, his yellow orb-looking eyes boring through my very aluminum being. He's a natural hunter; don't underestimate him. He knows a play-toy from a meal. And sometimes doesn't care which you are. This is Snappy Cap, Snapple Observer, signing off.

Stalkers.

One thing that has always got me questioning is why must Snapple Caps always have the fun facts underneath the lid? Do the mysterious creators know that we will look under the cap? Do they know that we will be playing with the push tab for ages and finally look underneath? Or better yet, do they understand that Mr. Freitas will be giving the craziest blog assignments in the world? And the biggest question of all? How would the Snapple Cap manufacturers know Mr. Freitas' assignments? Are there spies? Are they in our class?
Who knows, is all I have to say.