Guess who's back?

Sorry I have not updated this blog in a while, I have just been putting it off until now. But I will make this blog update now. Oh, and Thursday will be my birthday, not the blog's birthday, my birthday. Thus, on the day of my birth, feel free to wish me a pleasant birthday or do what ever you please. I am not looking forward to it, because I never looked forward to my day of birth since 15. I do not know why either.

High school: A view from the writer's perspective

High school is the four year time span in one's life in which it is the age of sexual experimentation and ultimately, of self realization. During high school, one discovers or takes action on pursuing their goals in life, mainly college at that point. However, while students going to high school are not spending their time working and worrying about their futures, high school is a mere playground of teenage emotions. High school students, especially female, start taking courtship unnecessarily even more serious than ever need be. As for me, I do not care for high school-or teenage in general courtship at all. For me, it is nothing but a silly mental game played out by two teenagers who only think they are in love with the person to whom they are courting. Simply observing two teenagers lip-locked in the halls while they should be going to class is seriously appalling to me. The only reason I think teenagers kiss in school halls is merely for show to others and not just a simple show of affection to their "lovers" because they can do that when school hours are over.
Moving on, to high school students, image is everything, because during that time period, they are experiencing puberty and the changes their bodies undergo cause them to try and maintain a "beauteous" appearance because they wish to impress the opposite, or in some cases, the same gender. I have seen it all the time in order to provide evidence on my statement. Females always have mirrors out and they always fix up their hair or put on make-up or any other type of cosmetics and they always try to just look their best, period. As for males, it's basically the same. A few subjects that I have identified as close acquaintances do take pride in their clothing and how they fix their hair.
Now it is time to conclude this essay due to insufficient subject studies. As I walk through the halls throughout the school premises, past classrooms with teachers that have taught, or at least tried to teach me in the past, past appearance-conscious teenagers, past irresponsible teenagers who have had sexual intercourse resulting in a pregnancy, past children listening to hip-hop music on the loudest volume their music players can allow while they sluggishly walk to their classes due to them being unable to wear their pants at the correct height, or in most cases talk with their friends, past teenagers sucking face at their lockers, past egomaniac school athletes that I could never in my life begin to even care about their sports careers and their accomplishments, past the simplicities of long-time friends talking with each other while walking to school or the passing teachers or security guards. As I wait outside of my classrooms and observe the children who stare at me and inwardly judge my appearance or speak softly about me to their friends by their sides, I couldn't wish for any better place to discover just how brilliant I can be and how chock full of interesting observable subjects in high school. Thus concludes my perspective on the ridiculous behaviors and social activities that ensue each day in this age of schooling called high school.

Announcement as to readers' concerns

I know I've said probably Friday that I would post my High school thing the proceeding day and that I haven't gotten around to it, but I do promise that if I'm noy busy for any sort of reason tomorrow, I will indeed post it.

See you,

Yours Truly

My Infinite Being is bieng followed?

Today because I had a substitute teacher in art class, I decided I'd follow up My Infinite with another essay that I will call Monologue. Like My Infinite, I made it all around just this following sentence:

I barely talk, but when I do, people listen.




I know that(The text thing really screwed up on me when I wrote "I know that" since for some reason, the blog post wouldn't let me change back and forth through fonts and stuff.) it's awesome, but I find it weird that when I think of something, I make something else entirely out of just that one thing. It's kind of like building a city. I just build one building, than I go on and build a whole city.

See you later,

Yours Truly

P.S: If you're waiting for a new Virtues post, I haven't come up with any recently.

It's November

And my piece on high school is finally finished. Just about the only update I got going for me. I'm sure it's going to be a nice piece once published on here. I'm not really sure.

Later,

Yours Truly