School was especially funny today, thanks to Mrs. Inglett (the racist Language arts teacher), miniature food fights during lunch, aaaaaand Natalie. But the only reason it was Natalie was because she handed me sick drawings of farm animals.
In band, there was the usual Ernst lecture about certain people who drag everyone else down. He constantly looked at Lindsey and I during that. But I don't blame him. I SUCK at clarinet because I CAN'T PUSH THE FREAKING MOUTHPIECE IN ANY FLIPPING FURTHER. HOWEVER, no matter how many times I point it out to him, I would get, "Did you push it in all the way?" as an answer. SHEESH.
In language ARTS, Mrs. Inglett spent about fifty minutes discussing this article that she claimed to be too complex for our stupid little eighth grade minds. What she DOESN'T know is that some of us are thirty year old men with a lot of life experience. And cheap women. (hahahahahah..... Ryan....... REMEMBER HISTORY, JULIA?! REMEMBER?!)
Besides. She REALLY didn't NEED to explain the hatred that "white people feel when they see pictures of black people's faces".
During her explaination of how white people are prejudice, I got to thinking about things. Like... erm.... WELL, if everyone is a descendant of Adam and Eve, since they were the first man and woman on earth and everything, why isn't EVERYONE white....? I mean, according to the Inglettatum, life started in AFRICA so everyone's skin was dark because they were very exposed to the sun, but when they started migrating, their skin got lighter. I understand THAT, but WHAT ABOUT THE ASIAN PEOPLE? How did THEY get the chinky eyes?! Is it because of the sun, too? Eh? EH? Or is there some kind of ASIAN form of Adam and Eve that God tossed aside on his mission to create the perfect human.
I bet there's someone out there with a perfectly reasonable explaination for all of that. And when I hear it, I'll be like, "Crap."
And crawl back to the cellar.
"NO FISH HEADS FOR YOU, TONIGHT."
Remember last year when I fantasized about how my first child would be named "Gollum"? And remember when Gail was convinced that he would travel through the pipes of my house and I would feed him fish heads from the vents?
I... miss... seventh grade.
BOUND, BOUND, AND REBOUND!
BOUND...
bound.....
AND REBOUND!!!!!!!!
So. I think I am bouncing back into the game.
THE game.
The persue-a-boy-until-he-fal ls-for-you-but-not-really -just-so-he-could-touch-y our-privates-and-dump-you game. I can't wait!
I'm in a good mood. But then the parents will check the mail and see my two B's. Or four.
I really don't think your teacher should be saying white ppl are prejudice!!! She should hop on over to grateful1's blog and read her post. Maybe that would knock some since into her!
posted by: lawngnome (reply)
post date: 12.08.04 (3:41 pm)
For the love of Santa, please do not look to the bible for answers to the evolution of human beings. It has more holes than swiss cheese.
Eventually, you will get into some more complex science classed that will offer some real answers. :)
I think that people changed due to their surroundings. I am Christian myself so tend to believe the Adam and Eve thing. However, I do think that people living in Africa for a long time got darker skin, just as those who lived up north got whiter skin. I have also heard that Adam and Eve may have been black, which isn't the most popular view. However, nobody really knows, now do they?
posted by: Toey (reply)
post date: 12.08.04 (4:12 pm)
um... the whole crawling through the vents and fish heads thing..... that was an episode of the simpsons..... so...... yeah i watch too much tv but..... NYSSA CALL ME
posted by: EmilooMoo (reply)
post date: 12.09.04 (6:03 pm)
Wow... You get a lot of random commenters preaching you about LIFE. Well, in my opinion, this is how LIFE began: One day there was this girl named Allie and this boy named Brandon. Allie tripped over a stick, Brandon tripped over his own feet and next thing anyone knew baby Jesus was born on November 27 (in the lumpy form of a girl named Eggplantbreast).
Voila! LIFE in twenty seconds.
Now comment to MY blog you filthy beotch!
Ha! Remember when you said hi to that older kid on the bus and he called you a beotch?
Oh dear, sixth grade was funny.
Ciao Luthermann
posted by: April (reply)
post date: 01.03.05 (12:15 am)
