Group R: The Next Ke$ha!

I’m going to be honest here, Mr. Currin is a big deal. I mean, he is the best teacher here at Alden High. He knows how to keep a class fun. His sarcastic comments make everyone laugh. I remember the one day when I wanted to go to Mrs. Schaefer’s class because I had to ask her if I could borrow a book. As Mr. Currin dialed her number on the phone, Joe White pointed out that Mr. Currin had some glitter on his upper lip area. My only response, “Did you just get done partying with Ke$ha?” Yea, I said that. We can easily joke around with him. I don’t think I’ve heard anyone go too far. We know our boundaries. I think the reason why I decided to take Online Publishing II is because I needed to have an entertaining fourth block. When it comes to fourth block here in the Newspaper Office, it’s hilarious. I think we get under paid, but whatever. In the end, he can get serious, but I can’t really take him serious because I just can’t see him being serious. I know I just said serious 3454565 times in that last sentence, but I’m sure I got my point across. Anyways, I’m definitely going to miss this class. It has been my favorite class. This is probably the PERFECT class for me because it’s pretty much all about writing. It has made me grow as a person. I feel my writing getting stronger and stronger every time I finish a blog or an article. Blogging is a great way to learn about each other, and sometimes it feels like I literally know no one in this class. As the school year comes to an end, it feels like I kind of got to know some people just by reading their blogs. I wish I could come back next year just so I can be in this class again, and sort of see Mr. Currin.

Group R: Writing♥

Everybody knows that I love to write. What I write about though really depends on my mood at the time that I’m writing. I write about gory stuff because I can easily relate to it. I know that sounds weird, but I like reading violent things. It’s entertaining. Horror movies or books always keep me attached. It’s so hard to look away, unless it’s really corny. Anyways, I write about things that have happened to me. If something has scarred me in some way, I try to write about it because that’s the only way that I release my stress or feelings. When it comes to essays in school, that’s really difficult because I can’t connect with it. I can’t put in my own feelings. When I had to write the senior thesis, I tried to pick a topic that I’m familiar with and that I can relate to. I chose to write about Atheism, because I am an Atheist. The only advice I can give right now is that it’s really easy to write about something when you can relate to it. In the future if you have to write a research paper, choose a topic that you actually understand. I’ve had a couple moments where I knew absolutely nothing about the topic and then my writing sucked. When it comes to sports, I can’t really write about that stuff because I find it annoying. People get too cocky over that stuff and then people over react and blah blah blah. I mean, I can’t relate to it. The only time I was ever interested in it was when my brothers did some sports. Mono legit did everything, Michael did football and so did Brian. I’m pretty sure Brian did wrestling too. In order to write something, I think you just have to have a positive attitude and want to write. Of course you aren’t going to write something good if you’re lost and don’t understand what you have to write about. Just think about that the next time you have to write something.

Group R: Senior Year, the final good-bye.

The best part of the end of the school year is probably when it’s the last day. We have to hand in our books, clean out our lockers and say good-bye to our teachers/friends. Surprisingly though, I don’t really have to clean out a locker. Crystal and I just decided to share a locker since all I had this year were two main classes, English and Civics. I just had to use folders and because of the new schedule, I only brought the folders I needed on the days I needed them on. Easy right? All I have to do is just turn in a couple of books. That’s pretty legit if you think about it. When it comes to saying good-bye, that’s a whole different story. We’re so used to saying good-bye and then seeing your friends in a couple months for another start of a school year. For me though, it’s the end. Senior year, the final good-bye.  It’s sad to think about it. Some of the friendships that I’ve created in the past 12 years, might not continue after graduation. People go their separate ways. They start new lives. The relationships that we’ve created with teachers for the past 4 years are going to disappear unless we friend request them on Facebook. I won’t do that though, because that’s kind of weird. I can’t wait to step out these doors on the last day of school and breathe in that summer air. Why? Because I don’t ever have to come back, except for graduation. A lot of people are going to change after this year. I don’t talk to half the kids in my senior class. I don’t know what they’re going to do in their future. I just hope they all stay out of trouble and be successful.

Group Q: Another Part of Me.

Lightning and thunder storms, the most beautiful weather to me. Some people might think that’s weird, but surprisingly a lot of people will agree with me. I find lightning and thunder to be calming, unless it gets out of control and you have to run for your lives because of a tornado. Anyways, when I was younger, I was actually afraid. As I grew up though, I just fell in love with it. I think it was because I had to get used to it while my sister cried in my arms because she was so afraid. Now, she isn’t that bad unless she hears tornado warnings. I actually turn off all of the lights and sit next to the window during storms like that. I remember one time I was sitting alone in the dark next to the window. I was listening to the thunder and watching the lightning. Sketchy, I know. Sara came down stairs and went to turn on the light and I was like, “don’t turn the light on”. I literally scared the crap out of her. She called me creepy and then went upstairs. Call me whatever you want, just don’t ruin the moment that storms and I have together. Did you know that lightning is only half an inch thick? Kind of weird to think about when you’re staring at the bolt and it looks like 56 feet thick. The most beautiful lightning that I have ever seen was down south when I went to North Carolina with my friend and her family. I was right along the ocean too. It was just absolutely breath taking. Here in Alden when the lightning strikes, you just see the clouds like up, but down south, you actually see the bolts and the branches that come off of it. I’ve never seen anything like it before. This may have been a random blog, but sometimes you just got to be different.

Group Q: "Just because it's in print doesn't mean it's the gospel."

At this moment in time I can’t really think of anyone that is my icon or can be iconic to me. I think what makes a person iconic is that they’re strong. Not physically strong where they have tons and tons of muscle, but mentally strong where they’re able to do anything no matter what they’ve been through. I like to be able to relate to someone. It’s easier to understand them and get along with them. I’ve been through a lot in just my seventeen years of life, and I like to hear what other people have to say. I think iconic people should give advice that people can take and actually use. I guess for an example, people say Michael Jackson is an icon. He isn’t an icon to me, but it would probably be an easier way of explaining this with an example. So, Michael Jackson, the pop icon. He has been through a lot. He grew up with strict parents, went through a “skin problem”, and was blamed for molesting some kids. He still turned out to be the most iconic person in the world, sort of. He made so many songs that I fell in love with. He was so unique in the way that he dressed and sang. He changed what pop music used to be. Hell, to be frank I think he created pop music. He’s just so different. Sometimes when I listen to Prince, he reminds me of Michael, but other than that you can never say “oh, that dude sounds exactly like Michael Jackson”. He was inspirational. He put his pain into his music. I guess what I’m trying to say here is in order for someone to be iconic, they need to be able to relate to someone. People need to look up to them, listen to their words and believe them.