Swine Flu

The swine flu is a pretty big thing just about everywhere, and here we have two or three schools "infected". I recently got the huge lecture from my dad about how important it is to wash my hands as much as possible, to use purel, and to up my vitamin C intake. Common sence. Well at our school people dont really think much about the swine flu, only because nobody there has been diagnosed with it.

But the other day in government we were playing a game outside where we had to touch hands together, the game was very lame. We finaly got back into the room and as everybody sat down, two Mexican's went up and washed their hands (we have a sink in the back of the class room) and people started making fun of them. I thought this was very rude, and I remember the lecture from my dad. So I walked over and stood in a singular line behind the two mexican boys and I also washed my hands. By this time people had stopped making fun of them and they never said anything to me.

I think its odd that people would make fun of others for trying to be sanitarily safe. Thats like making fun of somebody for using condoms to avoid contracting STD's. I think its a little ridiculous. Teenagers need to open their eyes and stop being so rude and naive. This bothers me greatly and I'm sure there will be many more insidents of such occurances.

Simple Joys

It's been awhile since I worte, nothing was really happening that felt worth writing about. But just yesterday, I went to my culinary class a little late. We were making "pocket pies" by the time I arrived my group had already made the dough and rolled it out. I felt very out of place because I did no work, and I did not know anybody in that class. I stood there awkwardly waiting for everybody to complete their pocket pies. The first girl finished and put her pies on the baking sheet, everybody else in the group ooo'd and aww'd about them. And you could just see how happy the girl was, she was a sophmore who never talked to anybody in the class, but seemed to find great joy in cooking. She was so happy and I actually smiled when I noticed this. After much pressing and brushing, our pies went into the oven. As the baking progressed everybody began checking their pies by turning the oven light on, pleased with their pies they would scurry across the room to get their friends to come look at their pies. Its interesting to see the different pies everybody made when we all had the same recipe and watched the same instructional video, small, fat, skinny, long, clean and gooey. Everybody was envious of every pie but their own, but you could see the joy in their faces when somebody admired their pie. Maybe its the same principle as when girls say they look fat or ugly just to hear people disagree with them. Nether the less people were enjoying themselves and enjoying their pies. I kept to myself most of the class, and just watched.



It's interesting to me how something as simple as making some pies could honestly and truly bring teenagers together like it did. This group of thrity students went from staying within their clicks to talking and comparing pastries. And how the smallest compliment can make somebody's day. I admire these moments, even though they are not the moments that stick out in our minds for the rest of our lives, they do leave an empression for a few days at least. I wish there were more things in a high schoolers life that brings days like these around more often. But the fact is they dont, because teenagers are a mutated human for those short seven years.