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Freeze Dance Gets Slushy

2011-12-15T18:43:00.000-08:00

Winter brings many things: snow, hot chocolate, and the infamous winter dance. The Snowflake Ball, which was creatively renamed “Freeze,” was just as sexually charged as always.

According to Student Congress, the dance was a complete success. As the most popular Seaholm dance, the student turnout was high. Making more than $4,000, Student Congress exceeded what they had hoped to earn.

But in the opinion of the administration, the dance was the opposite of a success, it was a disaster. Several days before the dance, Principal Lancaster sent out an email stating the dress code for Freeze. The day before another announcement was made stating the dress code.

According to Lancaster, few students complied. The temperature was low, but that didn’t stop the hemlines from getting high. Students walked into the school in one outfit, then pulled off several layers, to reveal something completely inappropriate underneath.

Two of the worst offenders were made to wear old Field Day shirts when prompted by dance chaperones.

Even with the threats of removal from the dance if a student did not comply with the dress code, according to Student Congress, no one was kicked out.

And it wasn’t just the clothing that was bad, it was the behavior. From the dirty dancing to the overall actions of students, it seemed like most of them forgot they weren’t at a club, but at a school sanctioned event. Students showed very little respect for themselves, and each other.

With the lights on, one would think that it would discourage explicit dancing, but it was quite the opposite. The lights seemed to act as spotlights to the dancegoers.

From the crazy get-ups to the promiscuous dancing, we’re sure that special guests Dr. and Mrs. Larson got a nice surprise.

After speaking to the administration, they seem to have severe doubts about the state of the winter dance in the future. And all dances in general. The behavior that was exhibited at this dance was not only crude, but unacceptable. And if it is mirrored in future school events, there are going to be some major changes.

Students need to realize that they need to begin to conduct themselves more properly at these events, or risk losing them all together. But the administration needs to back up their threats of removal with actual action.

You can also see the story, and the rest of the Highlander issue at:

http://www.seaholmhighlander.com/opinion-editorial/editorials/1196-freeze-dance-gets-slushy

Why I'm Stressed

2011-12-12T11:38:00.000-08:00

I’d have to say I’m pretty stressed right about now. I’m tired, cranky, and not particularly in the mood to be social. I don’t want to be at school right now, and all I want to do is curl up on my recliner with the fireplace on and take a nap. But I can’t do that after school, or even tonight.
Nope, after school I’m working out in the pool for an hour, and then going to the Highlander’s production night. I’ll probably be at this school until at least 6 PM, maybe even later. On my docket for after school, I have a 500 word story I haven’t even started, the entire staff editorial, and I’ll probably be designing two of our pages. And god help me if I have to write a news brief. On top of that, I have to deal with the complete assholes that occupy the production room when people are trying to get work done. And that’s not even the bulk of it.
I was up late last night writing a paper for government in Flex that I know nothing about. How did they expect us to write a paper on if Obamacare is constitutional if we never even talked about it in class? It was complete bullshit and I didn’t even reach the page amount requirement.
I also had to complete my seven to ten pages of homework for this class, and that was super difficult. I know that “writers block doesn’t exist” but it was damn hard to come up with things to write about last night and this morning. And that’s why I ended up writing about how I want to be a clownfish. That was probably the second worst thing I’ve ever written, next to this piece of crap.
And for the rest of the week, I have to: finish the Flexmas video that us flex seniors have procrastinated for months on, and write a first draft for a ten-plus page research paper on orphanages, foster care, and how they affect a child’s development.
I’m also going to assume I will have a pre-calculus test this Friday because that’s just my luck. I suck at math and I suck even more at studying. And I suck the most at writing. Goddamn, does this blow.
And I thought this was supposed to be the “chill week” before break. Geez, was I wrong.

P.S. I find it hilarious that I can write a 410-word “journal entry” in five minutes, but it takes a jillion hours to write a 500-word news story.

Why I Want to be a Clownfish

2011-12-12T09:37:00.000-08:00

Sometimes, I like to think of myself as a clownfish. Obviously, I am a person, but if I had to be an animal, I’d be a clownfish. I was first introduced to the idea of clown fishes from the movie Finding Nemo. I and have loved them ever since.
First off, I have always loved fish. I am a swimmer, and I love to be in the water. And fish love to be in the water (well, technically they have to be in the water.) The Earth is made up of 2/3rds water, and to be a fish, that seems like ton of area to explore. As in Finding Nemo, I’d probably go surfing the jet streams with turtles, have a meeting with sharks, visit the Great Barrier Reef, and dive into the deepest depths of the oceans. Clownfish are mostly found in the Pacific Ocean and the Indian Ocean, but if I was a clownfish, I’d go everywhere.
One of the most intriguing parts of being a clownfish is their orange and black design. These fantastic colors make them one of the coolest fish to look at, and there are all different types of clownfish designs. Some have thicker black stripes, while other are thinner. Some fish have white incorporated into them, while others don’t. There are nearly 30 different species of clownfish!
Clownfish typically live in sea anemones, which is an aquatic flower. If I was a clownfish, I would most definitely have the most pimped out anemone. It would be on the anemone version of Cribs.
I’d have to say, if reincarnation really is a legitimate thing, I hope I come back as a clownfish. They have it made. With no specific predators, tons of zooplankton to eat, and tons of oceans to explore, the life of a clownfish wouldn’t be too rough.

The First Day

2011-12-06T09:56:00.000-08:00

I’d have to say the first day of 3rd grade was the scariest day of my life. I was new to the school, and painfully shy. I was short, chubby, and had a haircut reminiscent of a salad bowl with bangs.
I sat patiently in the backseat while my mom drove me to this new place. It took approximately 2 minutes and 30 seconds – I counted. She parked the car down the block and walked me towards the building.
She had me dressed in red Capri pants and purple striped shirt. They were clashing colors, but I was young and didn’t know any better.
As we walked closer towards the door, my heart kept beating faster and faster as worries clouded my head, “what if I don’t make any friends? What if no one likes me? What if I have to go to the bathroom? I don’t know where any are!”
When we reached the door, I was near sprinting in the other direction. But then I looked up and saw my mom.
I saw that tears were welling in her eyes and streaming down her face. She smiled. “You’re gonna do great,” she said while adjusting the straps on my new, purple, LL Bean backpack. “Have a fantastic first day of school, Kitten.” She kissed my forehead. “I love you.”
I nodded, “I love you too mommy.” I gave her one last hug, and then walked into those school doors, only looking back once. Or twice.

The "Lowdown"

2011-12-05T19:12:00.000-08:00

Okay, so currently, I am in a class at my high school known as Honors Creative Writing. I'm not gonna lie, the only reason I took this class is because my 3rd hour was free after I dropped AP Chemistry and this class was the only remotely intriguing option available.

In this class, we are required to write between 7 to 10 pages per week of something. So I thought, why not get something out of writing these many pages and post it to a blog? So that's what I'm going to do.

Today, my teacher told us "anyone can write crap." And with this blog, I'm doing just that. Writing crap.