Looking Back at High School

As a current college student, whenever I look back at High School, I am always reminded of the bad events that had happened in my life. Whenever people tell me that they had the best four years of High School, I wanted to say I had the worst four years of my life. To me, High School taught me that no matter how hard it was, I must pass through this obstacle somehow.  And I actually managed to pass it earlier than most of my peers, even though it was only one semester earlier. Not only do I think about the bad events that occurred during my teens year, I also wonder how High School had and will help me through life. 

I know that I must pass High School in order to go to college because I doubt that any college would never accept a student who does not have a High School Degree or GED. Some High School teachers treat their students as elementary kids rather than their original age. It pains me to see High School student being award a piece of candy for their success. I was one of those many students who have received candy as an awarded for doing something great. Feeling like a 5th grader where if I knew one little thing that the teacher asked, I would get something delicious and to my like in return.

However, not only did I wonder about the way High School teacher award their students, I also wonder whether or not teachers were strict enough on their students. The first day of each class, I always remember teacher saying "I don't accept late work, only if there is an appropriate excuse. " But in the end, the teacher does, and those students who slacks off will pass the class no matter how bad their attendance and behavior is in the class. What makes me angrier is that if those students who slack off is favor by the teacher, the teacher seem to allow the student to pass the class even though they were failing the class.

Not only do I wonder about High School teacher's behavior but also the separation of the groups of student. Under different categories, from being a nerd to a prep, people divide seem to divide themselves from those who think are lower than them. Every human being are born equally and perfect the way they are but to so people, this fact may seem untrue. However I am not as bother with the students as much as I am with the teachers.

After graduating early from high school, I had a feeling of relieve and felt more alive. I could be myself more than hide in the shell that is still today hiding myself. I am glad that I had passed high school no matter what ends I have met. Thankfully this occurred because of the support of my family and guidance counselor. And hopefully when I look back at high school in the future, it would remind me of the time when laughter actually filled the air.

Bike Lane OR Passing Lane? AND THANKFUL

This weeks blog, I am going to write about two subject; first I am going to complain how reckless people drive, and then state all the people whom I am thankful for. This morning, it is the usual 7:58 a.m., which I drive once and a while with my parents. This morning I drove early because my youngest brother forgot to print out one of his assignment and had ask me to get it before North High School started, which was 7:55 a.m. Of course, when I am in the car with my parents my mother always scolds me to drive with the speed limit, so I decided that from now on, I will try to drive 25 on a 25. I guess some people have the "I hate slow people" syndrome. 

So this person decided to pass me by driving 45-50 on a 25 through the bike lane. First of all, this is the not the freeway or highway, where people are allowed to do such a thing. And when people call it the bike lane, I should supposedly think that it is for a biker. It is really irritating, and to tell the truth, he/she was rushing behind the back of my car that I had to drive thirty some miles. And yes I do know his/her license plate, which I want to state aloud in this blog, however I won't. Another situation happened to me earlier in October. On a two way traffic in the city, the person decided to use the other lane to pass me so he/she could stop on the four way stop sign at Superior and 25.

Which I conclude that I like having a narrow street more than a wider street such as now. People uses it to their advantage and how they drive may soon led to fatal accidents. I always wonder, why is there not a police when you wanted to. Just write up that person, and I would feel more ease and happier. However I should not always be angry about a situation for long, since this week is Thanksgiving week. Instead I should be feeling thankful for those who I had help me in life. But the two main person is my parents. 

My mother and father brought me into the world and gave me a roof to live under. And when I think about those who do not have parents, I am happy that I am more fortunate than them. However I do pity them, and hopefully in my life I could help those less fortunate ones. I always wonder how I would survive a night without my parents close by. To be on the subject, I actually appreciate my father more because he supported me through my whole life. 

Thankfully, he is not like other fathers who wish that their daughter would be out of the house soon enough and get marry. My father had seen many situation where the Hmong lady is neglected because she decided not take a better education and is looked down on her husband. And the struggle of such a woman after a possible divorce. So he always lecture my sisters and I to go to school before we marry. With such a father, this mean that I could try to go onto to get either my master or higher level in a career field.

Though there were some hard times in life, I do not feel like I am the most or less fortunate person in the world. I always wanted to sing and act, but my voice was not suitable and I cannot act well. Those are the only thing I feel I am less fortunate to have. But I know one thing I love to do is write and work on mathematical problems. Some people had entered and exited from my life, and I don't mind. I am actually happy some had exited from my life. Even through all the hardship, which was caused by those who exit my life, I made it through those events because of my family and friends. 

November 9th, 2011

After my Calculus class (which is my only class on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday), I went home, like usual and tried writing my History essay which was due the following day. While I was writing my essay, I heard my mother say it was snowing. And I let out of a sign of disappointment because it reminded me that winter was just around the block. Actually I don't dislike snow that much, I do find it crystal pretty when they are not stepped on, as they keep sparkling at dusk and dawn.

I just hate the result after it stops snowing, the roads and sidewalks are slippery. As you walk, it is embarrassing to slip as you walk on the sidewalk or on roads because I know it is weird to see strangers laughing at you. I really don't like the part where people don't SALT their sidewalk, and make everyone slip as they walk by the house. It is really irritating and annoying when I have to look down a sidewalk for ice, and jump over the ice if necessary. And while driving on the road, anyone must drive carefully and under the speed limit if necessary. If the roads are slippery than anyone would assume they are not, it is likely that there will be a car accident. Basically, I don't like to hear the word, SLIP.

But sometime I dislike more is the weather in general. It is plainly dead cold, sometimes under zero degree, and hard wind blowing. After it does finish snowing, it does not mean slippery road or sidewalk but the will to shovel snow. I just shovel once a season, and I don't know why I am not as active as I was when younger, when I shovel almost everyday with my father. But when I was younger, I always had to face those strong winter wind blowing and hitting my face so hard, making my face freeze. I have to always stack piles of clothes to make sure I am warm enough to stay outside. Sometimes when those clothes stay outside for a amount of time, I could  feel the wind blowing right through the clothes, it seems.

The only thing I love about winter is it reminds me that if I am lucky enough, I will get a couple of days break from college. During my high school years, that was what I always wished for, but in the end we always have to make up for it at the end of the school year, which college I don't have to make up. And I love the holiday during winter, I don't know why I love Christmas and the New Years so much. Maybe it reminded me of the good times with my family, when I still thought Santa Claus was still real and how it feel to try to let out a new self during the new year. It just feel cleansing and peaceful to have a long break from school.

I know that some people loves snow, and they tell me constantly how beautiful the snow is. I don't like to argue and disagree with what they like, so I just shake my head and smile. But as I wrote this blog, I knew what the disadvantages and advantages snow has. It seems that SHEBOYGAN PRESS seem excited about the first snow of the fall of 2011, as they posted it on their site. I guess the people in this state loves this weather, but I hope when I grow older, I will leave these snow for the rest of my life. I love warmth than coldness.

"CyberBully"

On Friday, November 4, 2011, I was browsing through the Netflix website, wondering if I could find any movies that could interested me. My eyes was embraced by the title of the movie, Cyberbully. Overall, I found this movie interesting, yet disturbing. Though I have never been a victim of Cyber bully, I was bullied a couple of times in reality, and I always enjoy watching movies that would relate to everyday life. I then decided to click on the movie, and watched it for fully less than two hours. After watching the whole movies, I then realized what made me feel so disturbed when watching the movies. It did not relate to the acting of the Actors and Actresses but certain scenes.

The most disturbing scene in the whole movie was when the mother of the daughter who was being bullied went up to the parents of one of the bullies. Instead of the father feeling that her daughter had a bad experienced on internet, he uses the First Amendment to protect his daughter's behavior. Whatever her daughter had said on the internet is her "Freedom of Speech." Just hearing him say that made me feel disturb and wonder how such a father could ever nurture a child to have proper manner. The Freedom of Speech does not mean anyone can say anything one want, because criticizing the government is a illegal. And so would calling someone a "bitch," "slut," or "Die, I would not even shred a tear" fall under the Freedom of Speech the U.S. government wanted their citizens to say. Freedom of Speech is given to the citizens in regard to have their voice heard when they found a law is unlawfully unfair, such as govern Walker's budget to stop the debts in Wisconsin.

The other disturbing scene was when the friend of the bullied caused the whole cyberbullying situation. She made a false account and wrote negatives things about her friend, such as her friend being infected with HIV. Her actions were the reason why her friend wanted to commit suicide. Though she felt regretful, she would not tell the about the situation until she found it easily to express. This type of friendship always made me feel angry and disappointed because I have experienced those situation from a friend before.

In all, I think cyberbully and bullying should be illegal in all states. For some reason, I feel that it is the cause for almost half of the suicides in the U.S. It made me remember reading about a girl who hanged herself after having heard enough negative comments about herself. Her name, I have forgotten, but her last name was Prince. One death should have shown the world how much negativity some people have for others, and though the bullied committed suicide, they did not feel so useless until somebody made them feel so.