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The Game

This week was nothing special.  In English we had a class discussion adout homosexuals and how they are treated and started the mysteries unite.  I know some things about mystery; I mean it is not hard.  Some would say that it is elementary.  Now since we had an assignment I am still a week behind I will talk about something form about two week ago, the OSU vs. Michigan game.  I attended this game and I have a few thoughts on what I saw and participated in.  I first want to say that I am not bragging nor am I complaining.  I am happy to have gone and thrilled with the experience.  Also I attended the game with my brother-in-law named Brandon.  Now I got there about three hours early to attend the skull session which I enjoyed very much.  The band sounded great and the football players even walked through at one point, it was fun.  I took offence at one thing, the warm up band.  The band they had there was a terrible high school band from a town up north.  The thing that I do remember is that they called themselves the something high school swing band.  They were not a swing band they were just band.  Now I know this is going to sound arrogant but our marching band is so much better than these clowns.  I made me almost embarrassed to be a part of the same activity as them, but the OSU marching band restored my pride.  After the skull session Brandon and I decided to wander around and try and find some food and a hat.  Both of those things were accomplished and that is not very interesting.  When we were walking t the stadium I had to use the restroom so we have to find the porta potties.  We found them and the line was 3 and 2/3 miles long.  So after I waited in line for three days I finally go in.  The porta potty smelled terrible and was filled with alcohol containers.  It smelled like someone went number two and tried to cover it up with beer scented air freshener.  Once we go to the stadium we again had to wait in a line to get to the ticket taker to get inside the stadium.  This made the lines at cedar point look like the line at a drinking fountain in the middle of 2^nd period on the 3^rd floor of B building.  The line was not single file but it was the width of the side walk we were standing on witch was about eight people wide.  Along with it being cold and me hating people the people that I hated started to sing “We don’t give a damn about the whole state Michigan,” constantly.  I also want to point out that I was waiting line at gate 8; this will come in handy later.  I understand once maybe twice but eighteen times come on.  Also after every song was completed a drunken man would yell F&#@ Michigan!  Follow by the cheers of his drunken friends.  After a while people came around to my way of thinking, not singing.  In a last ditch effort to make us sing a drunks woman from the singing party yelled, “Come on section 8.  You better get your sh—together,” (this should be read as if everything was slurred together).  This made no one else sing and I just went in to the gate glad to be out of line.  The seated we had were in section 16 row 43 seated 12 and 13, needless to say a long walk.  We were already late because we had to wait a week to get in to the stadium so we had to move fast. , We ran up three fights of rather steep steps to get to section C.  Once there we had to find our row so we started going up, and up, and up.  I did not know this but it turns out that row 43 is the top of the section.  I had a back rest on my chair which was the wall of the stadium.  It was so high that I think my nose is still bleeding.  If I were to bake up there I would have to use the high altitude instructions.  I was high as a kited.  The game went the way it went.  We won but there were some bad calls like always.  The fans were the fans.  They booed the team and the band at half time.  Not classy stuff.  I was disappointed in them.  The one thing that I did think was funny was that during the begging of the 4^th courter a lot of the Michigan fans were leaving with the whole stadium sing “na na na na, na na na na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye,” it was fun to watch.  Once the game was over I waited. Then go out of there.  While I was walking there I saw a flag that BTMF in red letters sown crudely on a piece of gray cloth.  I later realized what the acronym stood for.  It stands for Beat The Mother F&#@s, way o be classy OSU fans, way to be classy.

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A Belated Thanksgiving

This week was an eventful week but I will save those events for the weeks to come.  In English we read more stories of discrimination and watched a movie on the holocaust.  I will take this blog to right about thanksgiving since my blog was compromised by an assignment.  Now thanksgiving itself is king of an odd holiday.  We celebrate the sacrifices that the pilgrims made such as dying of disease and starvation, by eating.  Not just eating but gorging ourselves and then pass out on the couch watching football.  It truly is a holiday unique to America.  Only America would celebrate in a way that just adds to our on growing obesity epidemic.  Now thanksgiving used to be about giving that hence thanksgiving but now a days the only that’s that is being given is if you can make it without hurling your guts out.  Now the food is different for each family but for mine we have mashed potatoes, green beans, turkey, ham, rice, green bean casserole, grape leaves, cookies, fudge, pumpkin pie, cheese and crackers, vegetables, and candy.  That is way more than the people who had the first thanksgiving had.  It is just amazing I mean the turkey that my mother cooked for my family was about twenty-two pounds.  That is just an enormous size for a turkey.  I read something that the turkeys that eventually become the turkey on the table are pumped full of steroids at the production farms.  This makes the turkey plump up.  If they become too large their legs will snap under the weight.  I that is not a reason to by organic I do not know what is.  Now for my thanksgiving tradition I took a page from the presidential secret book, I pardoned a turkey.  Now thanksgiving is one part food and one part family.  My family is just as odd as I am if not more.  This is one of the few times a year that all of the family comes over.  I get to see this distant cousins twice removed on my uncle’s wife’s sister’s son’s side.  What fun.  I my family we divide in to three sections.  The first section is my Aunt Mary Joe and her children and their children.  She is the oldest of my father’s siblings.  The next section is my Aunt Paulette’s family.  She is the third oldest of my father’s siblings.  The last section is my father, Uncle Joe, and my grandmother.  In my family we spend our time together with the people we see all the time.  I have to go take a nap now, too much turkey.  Curse you tryptophan!

Comparing and Contrasting

The main idea of the few chapters that we read from Nightjohn was to show how terrible slavery was and to see how the slaves were treated.  One example of how terrible slaves were treated is how a girl named Alice was treated.  Alice was always a happy go lucky girl.  She was picked by the plantation owner to be a breeder.  She did not want to be a breeder but was forced to breed.  The owner tore off her clothes forced her to have sex and whipped her then left her just hanging there as an example.  After that happened she was no longer a happy person, she lost her reason to live.  Then she tried to run away, but did not get far.  When the owner caught her they let the dog tear her to shreds, she did not die although she wanted to.  Another example is Jim.  Jim was an old man that decided to run away.  He did not get very far before they caught him.  He tried to climb up a tree but did not get up in time.  He was just hanging there when the lets the dogs loose.  The tore him apart from the waist down and then just left what was left of him hanging there as an example to other to not run away.

The main thought behind the chapter “Mascot” was to show racism.  One example is that when Malcolm X is talking to his teacher, Mr. Williams, about what he wants to be when he is older.  Malcolm told Mr. Williams that he wanted to be a lawyer and Mr. Williams replied with “Malcolm, one of life’s first needs is for us to be realistic.  Don’t misunderstand me, now.  We all here like you, you know that.  But you’ve got to be realistic about being a nigger. A lawyer-that’s no realistic goal for a nigger. You need to think about something you can be.”  That is just a terrible thing to says to anyone let alone to a child.  Malcolm later said that is Mr. Williams had not said that he would have been a lawyer instead of a civil rights activist.

The Great debaters like the other two stories of hardship and racism.  It is a story of people becoming more than anyone else thought they could be.  In the movie there is a woman that wants to be a lawyer similar to Malcolm X excerpt that she never had anyone tell her that she could not unlike Malcolm X.  She eventually did become a lawyer also.  The people Wiley college team was told that they could not debate the Harvard and that they could not win.  Sarny was also told that she could not read.  In both of these cases they proved everyone wrong by doing the impossible.

The Class System

This week was just another normal week.  In English we read stories about racism just like every other story we read in English.  What did happen is that there was a renaissance rally.  The renaissance rally itself was alright but it got me thinking about the sophomore class.  In this school called Gahanna Lincoln there are four classes of people, freshman, sophomores, juniors, and seniors.  The freshmen are the punching bags of the school, with good reason.  They are usually the most confused and loudest people.  If someone is being annoying it is usually a freshman.  The next levels up from the freshman are the sophomores which I am a member of.  The sophomore class is the worst class in the school.  Half of all of the discipline problems in the whole school are credited to the sophomore class.  The sophomores have numerous drug, pregnancy, and overall attitude problems.  The sophomores think they are more important than they really are.  They also have no pride in the high school at all.  We have anit-pride.  I think the sophomores are trying to take down the school just for the fun of it.  The next level up is the juniors.  In the area pride the juniors are the complete opposite.  They have the most pride in the school.  The juniors are upper classmen and the for the most part act it.  The know what to do and just want to get out like the rest of us.  The top of our class system are the seniors.  Most of them are not here the whole day and the have a sense of regret that they did not do something.  They also want college to start but they are not ready for high school to end.  They are the wisest of the all the classes and will to share it.  Our school is like a large puzzle that is not completely built.  The pieces do not fit together because they pieces are from different puzzles.  Somehow it works.  It is a mystery to all who see it happen and those who make it happen.

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The Shower House

This week in English stuff happened.  We watched the video of Twelve Angry Men.  Now I have no lead in for these stories.  I guess this little warm time has reminded me of things I used to do in the summer, in particular camping.  Now in the summer time my family and I go camping.  We used to do it quite a bit but now we only go up to Lake Erie, but in my youth we went all over Ohio camping in various camp grounds.  We do not camp in a tent we have a small popup camper.  In this story we are at the Delaware camp ground.  Not the state.  I think I was about 5 and my father and I were at the shower house.  The shower house was full and there were about 6 showers in the house.  I was showered and waiting for my father to get dressed so we could leave.  Now at the age of 5 I was just learning to read.  So I was board and I was rooting around in the shower bag and I found a stick of deodorant with large letters that I could read.  Now this was no ordinary stick of deodorant, this was a stick of deodorant borrowed from my mother.  So when I got that stick of deodorant I read for all to hear what brand of deodorant my father used.  LADY SPEEDSTICK was what I announced to all that could hear me immediately follow by the laugh of the whole shower house.  Sorry Dad.

                I will give you one more story from my camping adventures.  This one also takes place in the shower house at about 3 years later.  The shower house was again pretty full and my father and I were setting out our shower things.  My father reaches in to the bag and pulls out a bra and pink underwear.  My father turns to me and says, “Are these yours?”

“No, are they yours” I asked.

Then a guy standing next to me says, “Hey guys no need to play stupid.  If that is what you guys are into we will not anyone.”  Then the whole shower house again broke in to laughter.  I am so glad that in both of these situations my father is somewhat humiliated.  Finally I am not the only one that looks like a fool.

A Revolution For All

This was an odd week. In English we are reading Twelve Anger Men and I am the foreman in the play.  I get the chance to read such lines as, no quiet down, take your seats, and there is another call for a vote.  What fun.  Now I did have one lengthy part in which I had a one sided conversation about how much it was rain, and that one time when I was coaching football, it was really muddy.  Needless to say it is not the most exciting part but I like to read it.  It was very cold this week, especially when i walked to school in the morning.  It was so cold than on Monday when I was walking to school my hair was a bit damp I ended up with frosted tips.  I think that we just skipped fall all together.  I was walking my dog in the morning and a snow flake hit me in my eye.  That is the first sign of winter.  The annual snow flake hit in the eye kicks off winter.  I even had to put a sweater on my dog in the mornings when I walked him.  The morning is the only my dog, Simon, because he has a sweater on.  I don’t really get embarrassed but a dog with a sweater that may or may not match mine is far enough for me.  I do enjoy the cold thought; I am a very winter type person.  I have thick skin I guess we will call it.  The winter time is the most beautiful time of year.  I have very fond memories of making snowmen in my front yard and having punk teenaged kids knock it down because it was mental or something.  Going sledding at the large hill at South but falling out of the sled and rolling down the hill.  Speaking of South sledding that reminds me on the only time I got I what you could call a “fight”.  I was maybe in 5^th or 6^th grade and I was sledding at South.  It was me and one of my friends, but we were not alone.  There were a bunch of neighborhood kids around.  Now there were two older kids there, I think in 7^th grade that were hogging the hill and bulling the little kids around.  So I am not going to talk that from anyone especially when they are bulling other people.  My friend and I grabbed our sleds and arm ourselves with snow balls.  We start the “war” with the snowball throw heard around the world.  Snow balls were flying at them not just from us but from the other kids that were getting bullied by them.  They finally gave up and went home.  I was for once and only once a winner.  I had started a revolution against the evil dictatorship that controlled the South hill.  If you go there today on the first snow of the season you will see a gathering of kids.  There will be one in the center giving the annual freedom speech of a boy named George that freed then from an evil ruled and made the hill safe for all. 

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Fear 2: Stll Scared

This being the week on Halloween I thought that it was appropriate to bring some more stories of me being a chicken.  On Monday I was walking to school it was about 7:15 in the morning.  Now I was walking minding my own business walking down the same street that my first story took place.  The sun was rising it was for all accounts a wonderful morning.  As I was strolling along I hear this sound of a crisp crunch of leaves.  Not only did I hear it but it was getting louder and the crunches were happening faster.  So my heart jumped in to my throat, I clenched my fist and turned around.  I saw a person on a bike, the bike rider just swerved around me.  Not just a person it was an elementary school student.  I think he had a safety patrol belt around his book bag.  He was not just riding any bike he was riding a bike that was red and had plastic pieces on it to make it look like a motor bike.  I spent the rest on my walk trying to stop sweating, and trying to massage my heart out of throat.  Elementary students are dangerous, watch out!

My second story happened Wednesday of this week.  Now it was very early in the morning about 5:30 in the morning and I was walking my dog, Simon.  I was almost back to my house when I see this red, Chevrolet, Cobalt driving erratically.  The car was stopping, starting, pilling in peoples driveways, and just not acting normal, so I start to get scared so I power walk the five minutes to my house to safety.  When I get in to my drive way the red car pulls in front of my house and throws something at me.  I scream!  I don’t just scream I scream like a lady.  I hit notes so high only dogs can hear.  Speaking of dogs while all this is happening, my dog is hiding behind my legs.  Thanks man’s best friend!  Well I guess he still is man’s best friend because I am no man, not after that scream.  I am a lady.  Now after the guy throws the object he drives off am I go to see what was thrown.  The guy threw the Columbus Dispatch at me.  I am scared of the paper boy.  Extra! Extra! Read all about it.  George Simon screams like a little girl when a guy throws the paper at him! Extra! Extra!

Locked Out

What a week it was, or should I say a week that wasn’t.  Nothing happened that was worthy of going in to a blog.  Although I have a special place in my heart for writing a research paper no one wants to hear that, not even me. So I bring you a story from my past.  This story takes place in 2006 at a graveyard.  My grandmother, father and mother joined me at the graveyard.  I was eleven years old.  My grandmother was 78 years, and is now 82 years old.  Now we were going to the graveyard to visit my grandfather’s grave, it was the 10^th anniversary of his death.  So after we were do pay homage we tried to get back in to our truck and leave, except there was one problem, the doors were locked with the keys in side.  Along with the doors being locked both of my parent’s brick like early 2000 phone were in the truck, the locked truck, at a graveyard.  There are better places to be locked out of your vehicle, at your work, at the store, anywhere other than where people are buried.  Now I was eleven years old and had and still have on over active imagination, which is not good to have at a graveyard.  Now we were trapped for about an hour and a half to two hours.  I really got to know the sights and sounds of the graveyard.  I got to know the names of the people buried next to my grandfather at the mausoleum.  I got to know the songs that the bells rang out every half an hour.  I spend about fifteen minutes trying to find the oldest person buried there.  After a while I began to put my imagination to work.  I pictured myself in the thriller video, dancing with a bunch of zombies.  I as pictured myself in a Scooby-doo carton trying to solve a mystery.  I pictured myself as Fred.  Not because I want to be the leader because I wanted to wear an orange ascot.  So after my parents flagged down a van in the cemetery we were finally able to get a hold of my sister and have her bring the extra key to the truck.  So then we went home and all returned to normal.  Later after much thought my parents and I think we have the reason for the truck getting locked.  When my grandmother was getting out of the truck she hit the lock button and locked it.  Now when we go anywhere with her we leave one door open if the keys are still in the vehicle just in case.  My grandmother has never admitted to doing this, she is stubborn in there old age.  Now I know where I get it from.

People

People are very odd things.  I have learned this from my time working the concession stand for seven hours today.  This is something that cannot be written in a research paper like those that are being written in English class.  Actually it could but no one would want to.  What I have learned is not only how to deal with people but how people and children deal with each other.  I have observed people that are very nice and pleasant.  That thank you and treat you like people, and I have seen people that treat you like a servant.  They order you around and are not willing to wait to get there food.  They believe that they are the most important thing in the world and waiting like everyone else in below them.  That is what I hate.  When you don’t even get treated like you are a person.  It is unbelievable how people act.  The other type of person I saw was a bit smaller, children.  Kids are very interesting to deal with.  If you find a group of them they are very similar to lemmings.  If you sell one thing to one of them the rest will want one to be just like the one with food.  Children or most children are very shy, along with being soft spoken.  It is very hard to hear them.  They also have a very hard time deciding on what they will order, but if they find something they like they will be there twelve times to get the same thing. Peop0le are not only mean to the employees but they are mean to each other.  They will cut in front of each other in line, along with not being willing to wait one others to order. People are hard to deal with but I love to do it.  I have seven hours of fun.  The customer service industry is very difficult to do.  I understand why it has been outsourced to India.

The Movie

This week in English class we watch the To Kill a Mockingbird movie.  It was interesting take on the characters.  The only characters that I thought were correctly portrayed were Calpurnia, Atticus, Jem, and maybe Judge Taylor.  The rest of the characters were not as I pictured them in my mind’s eye.  Let’s start out with Scout.  The first time I saw her I thought it was Jem.  She looks like a little boy that has some kind if eating disorder.  She is as thin as a toothpick.  She is just bone no skin. She also has the highest and shrillest voice I have ever heard.  It is worse than finger nails on a chalk board.   Now let’s move on to Dill.  Dill looked like a horse and a beaver mated and then tried to beat there love child to death but it survived.  Heck was not as I pictured him either.  I pictured him like boss hog in smoky and the bandit.  His voice was way too high to be a sheriff.  If he tried to arrest someone they would just laugh at his ridiculous voice.  Boo Randy was also different.  He looked alike a serial killer, rapist, and or flasher.  He looked as if when he saved Jem and Scout he would take them back to his van and offer them candy.  The movie was alright I guess.  Gregory peck was amazing as Atticus.  That is the kind of man I want to be when I am older.  I have thought about this way to much.  I have a lot much free time.  I need a hobby.

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Injuries

This week we finished the book To Kill a Mocking Bird.  In the last few pages of the book it talks about how Jem and Scout got a bit banged up, which reminded me of a story of my own.  It happened a few weeks ago.  I woke up on a normal Saturday except something was different.  So I went in the bathroom and looked in the mirror.  After being surprised that it did not break I saw that I had dried blood all over the right side of my face.  I walked back into my bed room, I saw what else happened.  Now on my bed I have tan maybe cream sheets.  The pillow that I lay my head on every night is no longer a tan maybe cream color it was a brownish red color the  color was my face. So I went back to the bathroom, and I splash some water to get off the blood.  As I was scraping the blood off my face I was pondering why there was blood every.  I came up with this explanation.  I was going sleep walking thin the middle of the might and happen upon an old lady being robbed.  In my effort to help where I can even when sleeping I man up and put the robbing to stop.  So I put up my dukes and duke it out Gary.  Gary is the robber.  I then get in to an epic karate battle ending in a George Simon victory, but I am not untouched.  I have a bloody nose.  I hand back the lady her purse and go off in to the shadows.  Then go back to bed with my nose bleeding and wake up the next morning.  I wish that happened.  After a bit of investigating I found out what really happened.  What really happened was that as I was getting out of bed in the middle of the night I fell and smashed my face on the floor.  No fighting, no shadows, no old ladies, nothing.  Just a clumsy guy who fell out of bed, I think I now need bed rails.  I am such a cluts.

Fear

In the book To Kill A Mocking Bird we read that Jem had a bad feeling about Atticus driving the car into town in the middle of the night, and I had a similar feeling two Thursdays ago when I was walking to school in the morning.  I was walking in the early morning hours on September 16 because i had to get to Renaissance by 6:45.  It was very dark outside and the only light of the street I was on was one solitary street light.  Now I am walking minding my own business when I see this inky black shadow moving toward me at the other end of the street, so I crossed the street.  Then I see the shadow cross the street to.  At this point I start to panic.  I searched my pockets and find a dull pencil which was my only weapon.  I have decided that this person is going to mug me or murder me and I was going to fight back, with my dull number 2 pencil.  As they drew nearer put my first up, pencil in hand, ready for some close combat.  As they came closer and closer my heart felt like it was about to jump out of my chest because it was pounding so hard.  My palms were sweaty and my mind was focused.  I knew what I had to do. The when I finely have enough light to see them I look up and stare them straight in the eyes.  I was a sixty year old woman on her morning walk, power walking to be exact.  She even said good morning to me.  I am such a coward.

Reading

I think that I like reading To Kill A Mockingbird,  This is odd because I really don't like reading.  I would rather have someone read to me, which is what Mr. Potter does, or have it made in to a movie so I don't have to use my imagination.  Even with all that happening I still like reading, and I am eager to get home and read.  Maybe even read ahead.  Call me what you want but like the book.  I think I must be sick.

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The Learner

What I learned about the learner by: George Simon
Learner o Learner why must you speak
Whenever I hear you it makes me want to seek
A better place or something to do
Anything is better that listening to you
Try and explain something that is asked
When you are done 1:57 has passed
And you are still rambling on
Each one of us wanting to be gone
From the prison that you hold us in everyday
While you come in yelling hip, hip, hooray
To English class that you say love
But we feel nothing for you that but the feeling above

Please enjoy this poem that I have written, but most of you know who I mean. Although if you do not have no fear. One of these days it will hit you. Then you will see what I mean and that is poem is pretty accurate. I do not even like poetry. It is just an inconvenient way to say something, but I have been moved by the learner.
Farewell,
George Simon