Much apologies all around because of my absence latley. I don't really have an excuse except for writers block. I'm still not completley inspired but i'll give my best shot.
School. The one word which ever kid from 11 to 18 really does not
want to hear. It's deffanitley (spelling?) not something I want to hear come late August. When I start seeing the back to school ads, my mind instantly goes into denial. I think to myself "Nope, didn't hear it. Just change the channel and be done with it." Then when really late August rolls around, I just dive deeper into denial. It's not a fun thing going back to school (especially when you're going to a new school or high school...ugh.) Because I think everyone reading this knows the feeling of "Oh shit i'm in a new place I don't know anybody or what i'm supposed to do." I know i've had that feeling. What made me want to fight back (somewhat) valiantly against writers block, was the fact that I was talking to my friend Rodrigo a couple days ago and we were reminiscing (spelling?) about when he transfered to Strath Haven. I remember my homeroom teacher (Dan Connor's mom!) said "hey everyone shut up for a minute." (I kid you not)"We have a new student in our class his name is Rodrigo." He had that look on his face "Oh shit I don't know anyone here or what i'm supposed to do." Dun Dun Dunnnnn... He told me that he fought is way through the first day being really quiet and trying to observe the other kids in the other classes and just stay alive.
The kids that I hang out with at lunch generally sit near the enterence just because that's where we sat on the first day and dammit we're not moving. Anyway, Rodrigo walked down into the lunchroom and had that same look on his face. So I yelled to him (and I quote) "HEY ROD! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND SIT DOWN." He looked over and recognized me from homeroom so he came and sat down. We re-arranged some people and started asking him about where he came from and what it was like there. Basiclly we all knew, without looking at eachother that we needed to make this kid feel comfterable even if we end up hating him. So we were getting along just dandy and then we started talking about music. For those that know me, that is my thing. Music. When we realized that we both had the same common interests (metal, thrash metal. Psychadellic rock.) I knew that he was sitting here for life.
So my point is here, if you could distinguish it through all my writers block induced junk: If everyone out there just extended that little itsy bitsy bit of courtesy then I think we would not have problems such as gang fights or maybe even something more extreme. Whew, that was a tough colum/ post and i'll try to post more often and work through my writers block.