Okay, children, get it together
14 May 2010, 5:40 am
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wednesdayWell, now I don’t know what to think, to be completely honest. I’m just really frustrated and kind of upset, to tell you the truth. I wouldn’t be surprised if the lacrosse teams screwed themselves out of a season. And yeah, this time they are doing it as a team.
They were riled up on facebook (thanks, valedictorian). They were inclined to take dramatic action, and hey, that’s what they did. Big surprise.
No, kids, calling your superintendent a “goon” (among other, more pleasant choices) and skipping school to waves signs around while members of your team play catch is not respectful or adult. Neither is threatening to burn your jerseys on Hillis Field. That’s called vandalism. (Also, a crime.) That’s not peaceful protest, children.
I wish that they’d listened to the people telling them to be mature, to have everything figured out. The appeal on Wednesday? They’ll be lucky, I guess, to not show up whiskeydrunk.
Just kidding, but not really. This protest has turned out to be more of a powwow than an organized claim to a sport that is more than a sport to most players and their families.
To win that appeal, they would have to do some serious backtracking and cleaning up. And behaving. That’s the only way the Board is going to respect them enough to consider reneging on their original decision.
I completely understand wanting lacrosse back. I miss it like crazy, and I don’t even play it. I love it because it’s for our school, and the community. I love it because it’s intense and everyone who plays it commits to it with unrivaled enthusiasm and passion. I think the decision was wrong to ban it, and sure I can list off quite a few reasons why.
However, at this point, there is no excuse whatsoever to be three year olds. The whole point of the protest was to prove that they can do what they want. They can walk out of school and protest what they believe. Fine and dandy. They can make signs. (Excellent, that means they’re literate.) They can make signs that are disrespectful to the administration and post ’em around school (nice job).
What they should have been doing: being adults, like they claim to be. I’m happy they got the appeal, really. But the actions taken since then haven’t shown much of the team to be worthy of continuing their season as it is.
And this might make me the childish one, but that kind of makes me want to cry.
And, I guess
26 January 2009, 11:13 pm
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wrongI suppose it was just a speculation of mine. You know, a thought. A random inconvenient fantastical idea, that floated in from nowhere. I wouldn’t sound so dramatic, but I’m practicing my writing for the stupid English Regents tomorrow.
But simply put, that means: I guess I just got my hopes up.
It wasn’t a big deal, realizing that, oh-hey, there goes a possibiolity of a fun time. Of course, nothing is really a big deal when it comes to me and guys. I don’t have big deals, or drama. I don’t get upset. It’s “whatever” and “it doesn’t matter” and “who will I take an interest in next?”
Right. Okay, so, who will it be.
I don’t want to think about that right now. I don’t really want to dwell on my failure as a girl, my failure at attractiveness, at witty repartee. I don’t ever like to sit and nurse a wound that will heal easily and soon.
But I don’t want to fail to notice my own sad attempts at femininity. The long blonde hair really does nothing for me, nor do the blue eyes, obscenely long lashes, curvy frame or even smile. Maybe it’s the laugh that turns them off, maybe my cheerfulness is just too obnoxious to behold for any length of time. Maybe the flirting was just that.
Sure. I can deal with that. I won’t think any more on the fact that I’m completely undesirable, too outspoken for my own good, and when the time is right to comment, I refrain. I refuse to pause any longer over my inadequacies as a determined but unsuccessful interested party.
So what if my laugh is too loud, my comments too sharp? So what if I say the wrong thing once or twice, or I’m less appealing than she is?
If I’m too big, I’m too big.
If I’m too smart, I’m too smart.
If I’m only a focus of amusement and flirtation, then I’d do better to focus my own attentions elsewhere.
But this could have been my chance. I let myself believe that, hey, this could be the rebound I’ve been searching for. The connection that pulled me out of ex-infested waters and into a lifeboat built with lighthearted gaiety and a less depressing spirit.
But it’s no big deal. I’ll get over it.
If I’m too romantic and hopeful, I’ve just got to suck it up.
Kick Drum Heart 