Done

As every senior at West Ottawa knows, the high school life is almost over. That means that I will no longer have to sit in a high school class and learn a bunch of stuff that I will unfortunately forget by the end of June, but I get to experience my first summer as an adult. My birthday is coming up soon and I definitely have high expectations for it. I mean come on.. it's my 18th birthday! Maybe my bar is raised a little too high for a single day of no responsibilities and ice cream for breakfast, or maybe not. Anyways, with school almost done, my teachers are slowly beginning to sense my lack of attention and positive attitude while cleaning the drool of my desk after a long hard class period of unfathomable dreaming. I apologize to those teachers, I really am sorry, but I'm honestly at the point in my life where I don't care anymore, so boom. In the summer, I plan on chilling at the beach and freezing my you know what off in the lake... after my not so nice friends think that I look parched and need to violently throw me in the water. What's summer without a little ice in your swimsuit right?! I also plan on playing a lot of sports with my friends either out on the beach, at a local elementary school or in a basement not fit for recreational activities. My girlfriend will most likely attempt to hang out with me every single day with a vision for me to take her on a picnic or struggle through a long predictable romance movie, although that will most likely not be happening. Your summer will probably be different than mine considering that I am a teenage boy and prefer to be lazy and relax than work and use a pen for anything other than writing on someones forehead due to their stupid idea of going to sleep too early. So enjoy your summer how you wish, just make sure to have fun.

Stay golden, ponyboy

Substitute Teachers

As I walk into class I instantly realize that the main teacher is no where to be found. She was replaced by a tall and skinny substitute teacher. From my understanding, substitute teachers are supposed to play the role as the teacher while the other teacher is absent. Unfortunately, that couldn't be accomplished with the attitude that was received as a student. There is no reason to be rude to students.

Definition: Rude: offensively impolite or ill-mannered.

I may be over exaggerating due to my lack of sleep and growing annoyance towards anything school related, but I deserve some respect from my teachers. In the future, I prefer to have a substitute that can treat me my age, showing respect and encouragement.

I apologize to any substitute who feels offended by this post, most subs are great, but some should just leave their unnecessary disrespect at home.

Prom

If you are a dude, you probably don't really look forward to prom. To us guys, it's just an overpriced, over-rated dance. If you ever heard the saying, "money doesn't grow on trees," then you would understand that most people have to work for their money.

Guys have to pay for a tux, the overpriced prom tickets, dinner, gas to get to and from where ever you plan on going, flowers, and not to mention the cost of making your date happy. Prom ranges between $200-400. I work 20 hours a week at a 7.50 per hour pay rate, which means that I will have to work for at least a full month, after taxes, to afford one night of obnoxious music and sour punch.

If you want a cheap way to make your date happy, without breaking the bank, rent a movie, make some popcorn, and cuddle. Boom.

Caught Red Handed

I got him.

He thought he could not push in his chair again.

I started walking away, completely aware of what he did.

I raged and yelled.

The class felt my anger.

My voice powerful enough to knock down a stone wall.

He put his head down.

He tried to ignore me,

but he felt my eyes piercing his underdeveloped skull.

I knew he would give up.

I summoned him.

He denied my accusation.

He knew he lied.

He was caught... red handed.

Do you believe that I am a happy person?

Dear friend,
I have consistently blogged of nothing but hate and dislike for many things, but I really am a pretty happy person. This past weekend, I signed my letter of intent to play for the Lawrence Tech University soccer team. I am beyond excited and can't wait to establish myself as a person/player/student in that college life. Unfortunately, I have to pretty much cut my senior summer in half due to early depart to the university to train. It will be my first summer as an adult and I promise I will fail to scratch a winning lotto ticket no matter how many times I attempt. I am looking forward to the future and looking forward to how the future will impact me in a positive way.

Stealing my Candy

Bro,

Why are you stealing my candy? I started off my peculiar morning with a shower, which consisted of nothing but freezing cold water, and then ended my school day with you stealing my candy.. Dude, it's MY candy, not yours! I went out of my way to go and pick up my daily delicious handful of candy from the exceptionally generous receptionist, as you planned your plot to steal it. I walked into class with an obnoxious smile on my face and offered one piece of candy (out of five pieces of candy) to you. I ate two right away and was left with two for myself ( I did the math for those who might not have a fully developed brain). After we shared an exhilarating moment together snapping a selfie... I look down to see that you stole one of my pieces of candy! Bro! WHY?

You owe me candy and a new car for my loss. BOOM!

Lazy People

Dear Lazy students,

I'm going to start this off by saying that I cannot stand certain lazy people in my classes. I understand that I am the king of being lazy so you might be wondering why I am contradicting myself in a way... but this is why. There is a difference between being a lazy student and being a lazy person. Being a lazy student means that you don't complete assignments on time or you show up late to class because you claim that you didn't hear the minute bell, or there are lazy people that sit in class and don't push in their chairs when they leave the room. I mean come on... Is it really that hard to push in a chair?! You can push your chair in with your hand, your arm, your waist, your foot, or your face.. I don't even care how you do it! I find myself constantly running in to chairs not pushed in and pushing those cheap budget cut chairs or falling over on my face. I don't know about you, but I kind of like my face and would rather not explain to people that I have to get stitches in my cheek because I fell over a chair that was purposely left out. Push in your chairs and we won't have a problem. Thanks

That High School Life

I don't know about you but I am liking high school right now. I love everything about high school that doesn't have to be done with effort or hard work. Things in life should just be handed to people who ask.. that would just be easier for everyone. But no, apparently that's not how it works. I have to not only get my lazy butt to class on time.. but I have to try and pay attention. No thanks man. I guess sometimes I can put a little effort into school, just enough to get my parents to think I'm not completely stupid. My parents and teachers have always said I'm "bright".. uhhh what does that even mean?! That I'm really white and need to go tanning? So pretty much all of the people in my life that are my "role models" think that I should join the famous clan of albinos.

First Blog

Dear friend,

I apologize for falling into the trap of blogging. I promise I didn't plan for my life to come to this. Blogging is a lot like using the restroom... you can try really hard to not go to the bathroom because you're too busy being a coach potato or getting a high score on flappy birds, but eventually you are going to have to do your bathroom business. Blogging is similar. I can go for a very long time without ever blogging, but eventually I'm going to go back and post a pointless blog that gets absolutely no views.. Blogging isn't a drug or an addiction, it's a relief.. just like taking a big poop.