In the wake of an unacceptable number of school shootings, the country is in agreement that something must be done. As far as what should be done, well, we seem to be even more divided than we are on most other political issues – and in America that’s saying something.
“Sectional football games have the glory and the despair of war, and when a Texas team takes the field against a foreign state, it is an army with banners,” John Steinbeck wrote in his Travels with Charley.
I’ve known how to write for a very, very long time. But knowing how to write doesn’t make you a writer, in the same way that knowing how to shoot a basketball doesn’t make you an athlete (although it took me quite a while to realize that).
I’m an American student. America’s Youth loves working hard, but let’s be real here- we only work hard the night before it’s due. And I know that offends my generation, as we don’t like to admit our problems. Society today, let’s be real here, isn’t exactly being “real” to itself. I think it’s time to address hypocrisy one pretense at a time.
I’m a teenager. I say a lot of things without thinking; I say a lot of things I shouldn’t. Realizing this, my mom used to have a “cursing jar,” in which I would have to put a dollar every time I cuss. As you can imagine, my language was cleaned up in no time. The scenario got me thinking: what’s wrong with profanity? What makes some words worse than others?