Filed under: My Explanations, Ranting | Tags: administration, appeal, board of ed, board of education, catch, childish, children, controversy, decision, gowanda, gowanda high, gowanda high school, gowanda lacrosse, gowanda lacrosse fight, gowanda locker boxing, lacrosse, lax, locker boxing, locker fight, nice, point, powwow, rinaldi, school, season, walk, wednesday
Well, 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.
Filed under: Events, music, My Day, My Explanations, Random Thoughts, Ranting, Writing | Tags: acoustic, acoustic guitar, advanced art, all state, all state solos, along, always, Andy McKee, ap, ap test, ap us history, art, audition, auditioning, away, bambi, baseball, baseball game, boys, can't, chem, chemistry, class, compelled, could, damn it, date, do or die, drift, drifting, drowning, dumb, essay, everyone, exhausted, exnay, explain, fail, feel, float, fond, fricken awesome, grade, guitar, ha ha, happening, have to, hello dolly!, history test, hollywood happening, hollywood theatre, home, importance, important, keep from drowning, keep going, kicker, legit, legitimately, let, level 6, level six, McKee, mention, move, muscles, music, musical, new, nice weather, nyssma, nyssma solo festival, nyssma solofest, out of it, percussion, percussive, pictures, puccini, pushing myself, relax, right now, rimsky-korsakov, shit, shit to do, song, stay home, strain, strains, stress, stressed, stressful, study, sweep, sweet, sweetness, tide, time passes, tired, treading water, try out, tryout, tryouts, twitterpate, twitterpated, unfortunate, until, up, varsity panthers baseball, vocal, voice, want, water, weather, wednesday, weekend, what's new?, why?, wish, wordpress, xylo, xylophone, yearbook
I wish I could do that right now. Just drift, float along the strains and percussive sweetness of Andy McKee’s fricken awesome song. But I can’t. Even though I feel stressed and out of it and tired, and like I’m just treading water until time passes, I can’t relax and let the tide sweep me away. I have to keep going, pushing myself and my muscles to move, to keep me from drowning.
I have sooo much shit to do. What’s new, right? But this time, it’s do or die. If I don’t bring my chem grade up, I am legitimately, for the first time in my life, going to fail a course. And I really want to get into Advanced Art. AND musical tryouts are coming up, and NYSSMA solofest is the weekend of the Hollywood Happening, and I am auditioning on level 6 All State solos for xylo and voice. And the kicker? I have an AP US History test this Wednesday, and hardly any time to study for it. Except right now. Ha ha. I have to go to a baseball game and take pictures shortly, also. Maybe I’ll beg off to stay home and study, but then mom would be confused and I’d have to explain the date and importance of that dumb AP test.
Oh, and did I mention boys? Always at the busiest times in my life I start to get exceptionally fond of them, and then I get even more strained. I think it’s the nice weather, everyone’s twitterpated. Ha, I love Bambi. :) But yeah. So, stress. Now I’m being compelled off of wordpress and toward my Advanced Art essay. Damn it, why can’t I just drift away?
Filed under: My Day, Random Thoughts | Tags: ap, ap history, bed, calm, chaos, chorus, concert, english, exhausted, fatigue, focus, friday, going, help, hours, hump, itchy, michelle, pillow, red, saturday, schedule, shiiit, singing, sister, six, sleep, thursday, time, time management, tired, trapezoids, twelfth period, twenty, understand, wednesday, yawn
I am exhausted. My skin’s so dry it’s itchy and my eyes are searing with fatigue. I want to go to bed, but it’s not even close to bedtime.
Another yawn comes on again as I sit here thinking over my busy schedule. All county rehearsal tomorrow after school, then I go home to tutor a girl at four. At five I get to shower, then rush around and try to make sure Michelle and I are ready to go back down to the school for the chorus concert at six. Hours later, I’ll finally reach home and have time to myself… which I will put to use studying for the AP History test Thursday and finishing any English homework we might have.
Tomorrow will most surely be a “hump day”– where you have to keep going and going until you’re over the hypothetical hump and rolling into Thursday, which inevitably leads to Friday, which then leads to…
Saturday. Saturday is my shining red beacon in the midst of this hectic, tumultuous week.
My focus right now is to just get through tomorrow, though. Then maybe things will calm down a little.
…or maybe not.
Now I’m going to go help my sister understand trapezoids. Now I’m going to go help my sister understand trapezoids.
Shit, I seriously just typed that twice. Ahhh, I’m leaving that. I need some sleep.
Kick Drum Heart 