Bra Straps/Dress Code (RANT)

Article: http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/newfoundland-labrador/bra-straps-too-hot-for-menihek-high-students-sent-home-1.2657903

High schools are trying to rule children’s lives; they force them to dress a certain way, and force them to do exactly what they’re told when they’re told to do it.  When you get into the real world, there’s no one to tell you what you’re supposed to be doing, so why start so early?

The dress code like the one mentioned in this article deserve to be burned.  Yes, it’s understandable that it might be a tad distracting to other students if your butt-cheeks are hanging out, but news flash: we all have butts.  We all have boobs, we all have stomachs and legs and backs.  If it’s hot, students don’t want on jeans and full length shirts that are going to cling to them when they start to sweat.  It’s uncomfortable, and distracts them from their studies.

One of the main reasons why students aren’t allowed to dress comfortably is because it makes the males at the school (teachers and students alike) “uncomfortable”.  Honestly, boys won’t usually complain if they can see half of a girl’s rear-end.  And teachers don’t have to look.  Even if they did, they truly just need to stop over sexualizing the female body.  Seriously, we have boobs, who’d have thought?

High schools are power tripping; just because you can boss around 2,000 students doesn’t mean you should.  Students need to learn to be independent, may it be in high school, in college, or in the workplace.  When you go off to work, you’re not going to have your boss holding your hand, telling you what to do constantly.  And if they do, they shouldn’t.  As stated above, we all have bodies; why is that such a big deal to some people?

Students need to be able to express themselves.  As badly as the school board wants us to be, we’re not robots.  Students have their own thoughts – their own feelings – and high school can’t take that away from them no matter how hard they try.  What are they going to do next, tell the students what they can and cannot bring for lunch?  Tell them who they can and cannot hang out with?

Some students at high schools are asked to put on a sweater or a longer shirt when they’ve got about two inches of skin showing, whilst other students walk around half naked without a problem.  Why should there be a double standard?  That’s like the parents of twins telling one twin to get a job, and telling the other that they’re too young for a job.

Some students who are larger are also asked to change.  So a girl who weighs 110 pounds can wear teeny-tiny shirts and get away with it, but when a girl who weighs any more than that wears a shirt that doesn’t go down to her pant line, she’s asked to change.  A girl with short legs can wear a skirt that goes a bit above the knee can go through her day peacefully, whilst a girl with long legs can’t wear a knee-length skirt without getting dirty looks and a call to the principal’s office.

At a high school named OD/Park in Orillia, Ontario, they have something called “Commit to Character Traits” which are basically the school’s rules to live by, and one of them is: “Empathy – We strive to understand and appreciate the feelings and actions of others”, yet several of the students who have been called out for wearing clothes that do not follow the dress code are not being understood and are never asked why they’re wearing what they are wearing.  The school is hypocritical; if they can’t follow their own rules, how do they expect the students to?

A Cut to Break the Vein

Hold the razor,
To my skin.
Slide it down,
Let it in.

I’m in hell,
There’s no doubt.
Grab my hand,
And pull me out.

Help me see,
That there’s more.
There’s more to life,
Than what’s in store.

I hate this razor,
And how it feels.
It drags me down,
By the heels.

I know you know,
What it’s like.
To feel like this,
Day and night.

My veins are weak,
As am I.
To the razor,
On my thigh.

I need you now,
To understand.
What it’s like,
In no-man’s land.

Take the razor,
From my skin.
Lift it up,
Don’t let it in.

Flaws in the School System (RANT)

School drives me insane.  Last week, I got a phone call home every single day telling my parents that I was absent, when I was present in every class.  Like, imagine if I had those parents who are extremely stricked and don't believe a word I say.  Thankfully that's not the case, but imagine how many kids that happens to who's parents aren't like mine.

My drama teacher was telling me last night that several years ago, she wanted to renovate the drama class room so that it looked like a more professional, black box theatre.  Everytime she tried to put the plans into action, she got shot down.  She was ther only drama teacher in the school at the time, and they had no intentions of letting her go.  It was technically HER theatre and they wouldn't let her make it a nicer space for acting.

My school (like most) doesn't allow any tops with straps less than two inches, and strapless are completely out of the question.  You can't show your belly, and shorts/skirts/dresses all have to be at about half-thigh.  Why is this rule in place?  So that female bodies don't distract the male teachers/students.  And to that I say, keep it in your pants, control your dick, and think with the head on your shoulders - not the one on your waist.  It gets WAY too hot to wear excessive amounts of clothing in the summer.

If your reason for switching classes is because you don't understand the teacher, or the teacher hates you, then you can't switch classes.  Like, I almost failed history in grade 10 because the teacher hated me and I didn't understand him.   But when I tried to switched, they wouldn't let me.  Needless to say, I barely passed with a 53%.

The school system is entirely f***ed and no one cares enough to fix it.  I think I'll go on student council next year.

Basically "The Friendzone" (RANT)

So my writer's craft teacher gave us a blog prompt today.  Basically it was this like 4 page long rant/essay about guys thinking it's their right to get into girl's pants.  I read the first page and almost through my coputer out the window.  Seriously girls?  There are some genuinely good guys out there who wouldn't bang you if they were paid.  I've seen many more FEMALES trying to get a guy into bed who didn't want them.  It goes both ways, people.  But seriously, why should it matter what gender is doing what?  No means no, that should apply to all genders.  That sholdn't apply just to sex either; if you're at a bar and hitting on a PYT and they just really don't seem interested in even becoming your friend: PISS OFF.  Obviously if they're not interested, they're not going to change their mind because you asked what their sign is.

The picture below really, truly bothers me.  It makes women look shallow and completely uninterested in all men.  Ever think that just maybe you're not her type? *le gasp*.  Sometimes, girls want to get dressed up for THEMSELVES.  What makes you assume it's for you, you conceded asshole?  I used to get all dressed up for youth group.  Was I interested in anyone there?  No, I just like feeling pretty.  What's the big fucking deal?

People suck.  Male and female alike.

Twisted Mother Goose

Ring around the rosie,

A pocket full of posies.

Ashes, ashes,

We all fall down.

Crumble to the ground,

Everybody crashes.

Burn all the posies,

Burn them to ashes.

We all must grow up,

We can't stay children forever.

We're not in Neverland,

That we must always remember.

Nick-nack patty-whack,

Give a dog a bone.

The bones from Mary's lamb,

Now Mary's all alone.

If you're happy and you know it,

Frown — it won't last.

Clap your hands over your ears,

Try to block out your past.

Cinderella lost her slipper,

Bruno got put down.

Gus-Gus ran away,

God-mother's no where to be found.

Happily ever after is bullshit,

There's no such thing as fairy tails.

Your prince charming won't save you,

Evil forever prevails.

Reality TV (RANT)

I can see why reality television would appeal to some.  Real life issues, played out by real life people.  Well, sort of.

If you truly think these shows are in no way guided by the producer to go they way (s)he want it, you're a tad dimwitted.  Nobody wants to watch a show that consists entirely of some kid sitting on a couch watching the tube all day.  So, what they do is find people who like to party and go out, and pay them to do it.  They pay for them to get into the hottest clubs, or the best resteruants and pay them even more to act a certain way.  They say, "Hey, I'll pay you an extra ten grand to slap that girl you don't like," and that's how they get the audience to keep watching.  They find out what the audience would want to see, and pay off these so called "real people" to do what the audience wants them to do.

It's all entirely clever if you think about it, but it's not truly "reality TV" because, well, it's not reality.  It's staged.  So if you want to sit about and watch people make a fool of themselves, that's up to you, but reality TV is dumb; there's no way of getting around that.

The Perks of Being a Wallflower (*Spoilers*)

(*Spoilers*)

 The Perks of Being a Wallflower

There's a scene in this film that really makes me sad as well as happy every time I see it. It starts when Patrick is tripped in the cafeteria by someone sitting at a table with Patrick's ex-boyfriend; Patrick stalks toward his ex, Brad, and asks if he's going to do anything about it.  Of course, Brad says no, and Patrick makes a whispered and empty threat about telling everyone at the table that Brad is gay (or bisexual, it never really confirms), and he has all these bruises he has because his dad beat him up for it.  Patrick walks away, and Brad shouts, "Whatever, f****t." and basically Patrick turns back and decks him.  The rest of the kids at Brad's table then get up, and start beating on Patrick.  Patrick's step-sister, Sam, tries to intervene, but she's pushed back and then held back by her two best friends.  By now, the entire population of the cafeteria is watching in a cliche circle around the fight.  Charlie, an old friend of Patrick's, steps in before seeing red and knocks all Brad's friends out.

See, this scene makes me sad for several obvious reasons:

1. I hate the word "f****t" with a burning passion, and believe it is never okay to use, ever ever ever.
2. The way Sam is pushed back into the circle looks really aggressive and painful.
3. I hate how no one else tries to intervene besides Sam and Charlie.  If there's a fight, always do what you can to break it up.  You might just save a life.
4. I hate the way Patrick is treated.  I don't care who your ex is, or what they did to you, you never treat someone this way, especially if just a week ago you said you loved them.  Because obviously if you can treat them that way, you never actually loved them.
5. Patrick is initially tripped by Brad's "pet ape" as he called him, because he's gay.  I don't even have time to get in to why that's so wrong; it really should be common sense.

But, despite the sad things, there are a few things that make me happy.  Them being:

1. Charlie still steps in, even after Patrick and his friends abandoned him because he made one little mistake.
2. Sam tries to step in.  Sibling love is stronger than any love.
3. Although it's always wrong to fight, Brad's friends stick up for him when he's punched by Patrick.  Sure, they really shouldn't have, but it's cool that they stood up for their friend.
4. Patrick gives Brad two chances to help.  Once when he says, "Aren't you going to do anything about this?  Your pet ape just tripped me." and once after he threatens Brad when he tries to walk away before Brad calls him a "f****t"
5. Sam's friends try to protect her from getting involved.  I'd be pissed if my friends held me back whilst my brother was being beat up, but it shows they care for her safety.

So yes, there are sad parts of this film, and happy parts in this film.  Sometimes they're intermixed.  But truly it's an amazing story and I would suggest it to anyone.