Dream Big

But I know it's natural (Mhm)
So I'ma do what I have to do (Haha)
When I finally get some rest,
I can dream about shit that is fresh









-----------------Outasight; Good Evening (Dream Big)



Well, I haven't done a blog in a while, so I guess that's my fault. Anyway, this is what's going on:



School is going terrible. My grade in first period is slipping, and my teacher doesn't know how to grade papers the proper way, so instead of getting an 80 or a 70 like normal people do, she either gives you a 100 or 69, depending on how perfect things are. I know, it's stupid but I have to deal with it. I'm doing what I can but to her all she knows is numbers and perfectness. I guess she is perfect for computer apps, her whole personality is like a computer. If there's one tiny mistake she flips out and crashes. But enough about my stupid teacher, let's move on to more important things.



Everything in peer life seems normal. there are break-ups, get-togethers, and everything in between. For the past few days I've just been going to school and coming home, not counting the most recent days. My step mom had a college friend come and visit. Amy was her name, and if anything she was the typical Texas woman; not like there's anything wrong with that. Over all her stay here at our house was nothing short of any other guest that stays to visit for a while.



This past week at school was "Spirit Week," mainly because it was on the same week as our home coming. Every day was a day we had to dress or act a certain way. For example; Monday was dress to impress day, Tuesday was Cancer Awareness day, and so on. Normally I wouldn't do things because, normally, I'm too lazy. But, there were grades given to anyone who participated, so in an act of desperation, I sis the things. Monday I wore a black shirt, black pants, and and just about anything black and classy. Tuesday I didn't really have anything pink, so I wore a t-shirt with some pink on it and colored cancer ribbons on my arms and face using a pink highlighter. Wednesday was “Wacky Tacky” day, so I just wore my cloths backwards. Nothing special. Thursday was my favorite, 80's day. I walked to the Halloween store a few miles up town and bought myself a Slash costume. The next day I came to school with a wig and a top hat. Unfortunately I forgot my shades at home, but still I got multiple rounds of applause from some along with ignorant side comments from others such as “Who are you? That one guy from Kiss?” or, “Are you supposed to be Marilyn Manson?” I honestly wanted to slap the people who said that, but I contained myself knowing that stupid is just something you can't fix. And finally, Friday was the Pep-Rally. I signed up for the dance contest, which was probably the most productive thing I have ever done at that school besides for being on the Robotics team. I was taught the basics of break dancing in the 8^th grade, and I guess I just practiced it once every few months until now. I was a little rusty since I last danced, but at least I managed to get second place, right next to the kid who immigrated from Africa and did the “Stanky Booty” dance to everyone's favorite gorilla music rap song. It doesn't really bother me though, people clapped and cheered for me, which made me feel great for a moment. After getting back to my seat on the bleachers I was my step mom walking towards me and told me I was getting checked out, and that she had saw the whole thing. While riding home I was informed that we were going to Myrtle Beach, only for a night though. It took me about an hour to pack and wait for everyone else to get ready and then we were on the road. After getting to Myrtle beach, we met up with Amy's brother and my aunt Francis along with my baby cousin, Samuel. We had dinner at the Hard Rock Cafe, and then slept when we got to the hotel, which, by the way, was probably the biggest hotel room I have ever been in. The next day I enjoyed a few hours in the hot tub on the ground floor before heading back home, and having the happy occasion of making smores and hot dogs over the fire in the back yard for dinner, then making it off to bed. Today was like a normal day at school: going to class, doing what I can, and coming home. All day I was hearing about how I should have won the dance competition, and how great I was. I didn't really think I was that great, but I liked the attention.
Overall the past week was kind of cool. I don't know what else to say except that's all that's been going on.



So, I guess until next time,



Isaac

Judo Flip

"Vision? What do you know about my vision? My vision would turn your world up side-down, tear asunder your illusions, and send the sanctuary of your own ignorance crashing down around you. Now ask yourself, are you ready to see my vision?"

-------------Huey Freeman, The Boondocks

Today, my mom woke me up at 7:00 in the morning, 30 minutes before I was supposed to get to the bus. I took my shower, brushed my teeth, got dressed, and still had enough time to lay back down and rest my eyes for 20 minutes. School was usual, I guess. In first period, I did my work, just like the rest of the 3% of the kids in there who do as well. In second period, I went into the shop and hung out with a few friends and did something stupid, as usual. I was in the back seat of my friends truck and he was going to go park it. As we were about to head out, another friend of mine, completely oblivious to the driver, sat on the back bumper. It wasn't 5 seconds before he sped up to get down to the end of the parking lot and he had fallen off the back, rolling on the ground. He was alright, just stupid. he had several road rashes on him, the biggest one on the side of his right hand. We laughed about it and instead of getting mad, he called his mom to come and get him from school because of the injury, lying of course about what had happened. 

In my third period I actually felt like I was learning. There is always something to be taught in US History. 

Have you ever said something to someone that was so wrong, but you said it anyway because you didn't think, you just said it? That happened to me today. I said something to a really good friend of mine today that I am sorry for saying. I didn't think, which is normal for me I guess. Luckily she forgave me for what I said, but I still feel bad for it. (No I am not going to say it. I promised I wouldn't ever again.)

Anyway, back on topic. Fourth period I did my work...well most of it anyway. The talk was mainly about the Robotics meeting that was going on later on that evening. I didn't really want to go home and I thought why not stay and chill for a few hours before I go? School ended at 3:30. The meeting was at 6. I mainly hung out with a kid named Franklin, someone who I only get along with outside of school. We went to super compare foods (local Mexican super market) and got some soda and chocolate and sat at the rec center making jokes and doing nothing but talking. We eventually made our way back to the school and sat for another hour with a girl named Shenece, who was also staying after school for the robotics meeting, and joked around about her and her Bluetooth. When the meeting came along I sat with her in the large lunch room away from most of the other people, who were mainly seniors. There weren't too many people there, just a few freshman and a few parents. Nothing special, but it felt good I was a part of something. This year I have a really important job, as you may have read in one of my previous blogs. The best part about it is that I have some really good ideas, good connections, and really good support. Most of all, I can work on it all of it before the season starts, so that is very helpful. I should be able to start working tomorrow, at the latest Monday. I'm looking forward to it.

So, overall, I had an interesting day. Life as "That Kid" is looking up. Hopefully one day I'll be looking back to this day and laughing... Or crying. Or both, like that guy from the Double Rainbow video. Well, that's all I have to say about today. 

Until tomorrow, (or later on today) Isaac

Excuses Excuses.

Obi-Wan Kenobi once said: "Your eyes can deceive you, don't trust them." Seems to be getting harder distinguishing reality from the illusions that people make for us OR from the ones that we make for ourselves... I don't know, maybe that's part of the plan. To make me think I'm crazy...It's working. 


-----Huey Freeman, Boondocks.






I haven't been able to post any blogs lately, and I apologize. I spent a mini vacation out in the Grandfather Mountains with my grandmother, aunt, and baby cousin who were visiting. The internet in the hotel didn't work half of the time and I never really had the time to post anything, since my mom doesn't like it when I'm always on my phone and computer, or anything electronic for that matter. 




I had fun for the most part, I went to stand on one of the two peaks of Grandfather Mountain, walk across a rickety, metal bridge a mile high from the ground, go to a mystery museum, and  eat at small, yet comfortable breakfast restaurant out of many since it was so close to a college campus. Overall I had a fun mini weekend, and I wans't all too behind on school work, which was good, I guess. 




Over the past few days I have been thinking, about the men in our generation. Well, really, I shouldn't call most of them men. More like ignorant, boys who all seem to be stuck in freshman gear. I have met men in my generation, good willed, respectable, hard working men. I have noticed something about the real men of my generation. They are successful, determined, trustworthy, and hard working. And guess what all of those men do? They give their respect. To everyone, women especially. I look around at the guys who walk around my city, the school I go to, the ones who represent other schools, and quite frankly I am disappointed. Most of them talk about nothing but sex, and I'm not saying I don't, but not as much as I see others do. I was taught that most stories I hear from the guys I hear about them having sex are mostly false, and I have some to find that as somewhat true. We have guys hitting girls, disrespecting them, playing mind tricks with them, and just plain messing them up in the head. Why? For pussy. Really? There is plenty of vagina out there for anyone, why ruin the ones that really matter? Sex can mentally ruin people, I have seen it. I know people who were mentally opposed to the same things as I am, and once they had sex, it was like their mental mind frame took a complete 180 degrees, and now they are worse than what I had expected them to be. So my message is this: Guys of our generation, what happened to love? What happened to compassion? Where did your heart go?  What happened to being kind and friendly to women? Sure, it may not work all the time, but it gets you to places better than worrying about if you're a father or not, or catching something from someone you were with, "just because?" Really, you need to step up, become a real man. Someone who cares. Someone who can offer the world. Someone who can show the world that we are not as bad we have made out to be. Someone had to say it. 


So what is your opinion? Do you think that the men in our generation are messed up? Do you think they could be better? Is there any worse they can get? Is there any hope for the men of our generation? I would love to see your opinions on this. 


That's really I have to say about that. Again, I am sorry I haven't posted in a while, and I will start posting daily again, starting tonight. 


Until tomorrow, Isaac.

Bohemian Friday

"So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye 
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby 
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here"


---------Queen


Today, I overslept and woke up at 7:41. I don't think it's because I haven't been getting sleep, I've been getting plenty of it. I think that they timing I sleep is out of balance, so I guess I'm going to have to break that habit. On another note, I finally found my headphones that have been missing for a few days so I was finally able to rock out to some Dragon Force today, which made me happy. I got to school and there was constant talk about the great pep-rally thing that everyone was going to during fourth period. I didn't really feel like paying 2 dollars to sit in a bunched up crowd and listen to extremely loud marching band music, so I didn't go. Instead in fourth period, I sat there with the few other people that didn't go and we all played Halo on our computers. My school day was anything and everything less that fascinating. I took a test, took some notes, ate lunch, and played halo. I got home and did some stuff around the house, ate a great dinner and played a board game with the family. After that I messed with my computer and eventually led to me typing this. 


So there is a topic I want to bring up, coming from a friend of mine Garett, and he wants to talk about the physical being of our generation. He says that kids today play too much video games and spend too much time on technology that it is effecting their weight and health issues. I think I am going to have to agree with this, sense even I am a victim of this. What do you think? Should we focus more on Physical Education? Should we kick some of the kids out for an hour or two a day? Should we turn off the tech and go do something? Tell me what you think. I would love to hear your opinion. 


Until tomorrow, That Kid, Isaac