Some people are terrified about their weight. I'm terrified about my grades. I check them constantly. I look at the numbers and letters, not putting them into context. That seems eerily similar to an eating disorder...shall we call it a grade disorder?
 
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I am disgusted and sickened by the language used by many students in high school.  On my bus ride home, I overheard a conversation between four freshmen guys about how difficult a project was in their class. They said it was "retarded" multiple times and that the project was so "gay". 


First I will address the use of the word "retarded". Merriam-Webster Online defines the word as "slow or limited in intellectual or emotional development or academic progress". First of all, when people most often use this word today, they're not even using it properly. The word doesn't mean stupid, it means slow in progress. An example of this use is in music. When there is a retard in the pace, it means that the tempo gets slower.

I used to not find this word as offensive as I do now. About six months ago, I met and began working with a young boy. He has the cutest most innocent smile and eyes that sparkle like nobody else's. He also has epilepsy and a mental disorder that prevents him from talking. He moves clumsily and I have been told that he has trouble understanding what people say. Whenever someone says something is "retarded" when they mean something is stupid, I think of him. I think of how thoughtless they are being. People never use this word as a compliment; it is always considered to be an insult. People use this word to sound cool or because they don't think that it should insult anyone. But, please, before you use that word again, think of all of the people you are in fact insulting. Think of those who don't have the ability to defend themselves. Think of this child. The child who never in his life ever hurt anyone but gets hurt by people on a daily basis. Think of this before you throw around such a misused word.

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Now on to the word "gay". Give me a break from the excuse of "but I don't mean it like that, I mean it like silly or stupid". Sure...could you remind me when this term began to be used as "silly" again? Yes, the word gay used to mean happy or lighthearted. However, meanings of words change over time, especially this word. Now whenever a person calls something "gay" and uses it as an insult and as a way of saying something is stupid, they are calling homosexuals stupid. Don't call something that bothers you a sexual orientation and consider it to be an insult. Being homosexual is not a bad thing. It's as natural as heterosexuality is. It is not something that people should feel that they need to hide. However, many people hide it because they fear that their sexual orientation is a bad thing. Why do they think that? They think that because people use gay and stupid interchangeably. Please, do not think that these words' definitions are the same. They are not. Know what you are saying and know what it means.

 
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I can't speak for all females regarding this, especially people who are older. However, I will give my brutally honest opinion on various acts some guys perform to be chivalrous.

1. Holding open a door: This has happened to me too many times to count. I really appreciate it if someone just walked through a door and they extend an arm to hold it open long enough for me to catch it (rather than letting it slam in my face). Trust me, no matter what gender you are, THAT IS KIND. However, it gets to be pretty awkward when a person, usually a guy, holds open every single door for you, especially if you got there slightly before him and were about to open it yourself. This just results in a really awkward moment when you have to move, then they open the door, then you glance to make sure they're not just opening it for themself, you realize they opened it for you, you hurriedly walk through, and end up being unsure whether or not to thank them, and end up deciding not to.

Not only is this situation incredibly uncomfortable but it makes me feel as though they don't believe I'm even capable of opening a door by myself. If I'm carrying a ton of stuff, that's another story, but usually that isn't the case. So instead of feeling really flattered (as I assume they want me to feel), I usually eventually get fed up with them.

2. Letting you go first in unimportant (or even important for that matter) situations: There is this guy that I go to school with that REALLY prides himself in being chivalrous. At least to me however, it makes me feel uncomfortable. Not only this, but it's completely unnecessary. For instance, one time we were both waiting to talk to a teacher and he had been waiting long before me. Once the teacher was ready, instead of just plain talking to her, he told me that he could wait. I flat out told him that that really wasn't necessary. It turns out, he just needed to know where the paper was. I had to pretty much conference with her on my essay. If he had let me go first, he would have lost a whole lot of time doing whatever he needed to do with that piece of paper simply because he thought that I would think it kind of him to let me go first. Instead, I find it quite bothersome that he doesn't prioritize things based on the time they would take. If he were to have also needed to take up the teacher's time for a while, it would have been fine for him to have asked if I only needed the teacher for a short period of time. If I only needed her time for a moment, that would have been greatly appreciated. But he knew he only needed her for a second so he should have just asked his question.

3. Paying for all dates: This is something that I know many people would probably disagree with, especially girls. However, i don't understand why the guy should have to pay for everything. For all I know, maybe he doesn't have enough money to pay for frequent dates. Taking turns for paying would benefit both people. There would be a sense of equality instilled early on in the relationship and the female wouldn't have to feel guilty about possibly getting an expensive meal (some might not but I would).

One might argue that the girl doesn't tell the guy that they must pay for a date, but that's not the point. From my experience, a guy is always expected to pay. If they don't they're considered cheap and not a gentleman. I don't care if a guy must pay for even just the first date in order to be considered a "true gentleman". I think a gentleman is someone who cares. This care doesn't need to be shown using money. In fact, if someone asks me out (if I don't ask them first), I will tell them that I have one rule: we split the tab.


I am a female and I don't believe in chivalry. That is not to say that I don't believe in respect. I believe in respect, I just don't think that people should be treated differently based on sex. I believe in equality and in order for there to be equality, there cannot be chivalry.

 
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I've never really appreciated how females are portrayed in the media, especially magazines aimed at teens. However, it never bothered me as much as it does now. Very recently I learned that a very good friend of mine most likely has an eating disorder. She wants to look demure and dainty like everyone looks in the magazines. This girl has a very strong bone structure and is not small, but she is a healthy weight. It scares me that she has thought so much about losing weight that she has even settled on a specific number of pounds that she must lose in order to please herself.

I am incredibly fed up with social media and the obsession with skinny. I'll bet that on nearly every fashion magazine cover, there's a headline for an article about losing weight or looking thinner. The idea that in order to look good, one must be incredibly thin has been pounded into every girl's head since a very young age. This preposterous way of thinking has taken a tole on society which I do not think can be reversed for those who are currently teens. However, I do have hope for the future.

 
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Everyone says The Taming of the Shrew is funny....but I wasn't feeling it when I saw it for the first time a couple of days ago. That man is terrifying and downright creepy. I feel so terrible for the character Kate, especially when he is always touching her and looking at her in an uncomfortable way. She obviously has no desire for him and yet no one seems to care. And it's not like anyone besides him even knows how unhappy she is because of how he manipulates her.

Don't even get me started on the scene when they are in his bedroom. She looks like she feels so violated when he touches her. And when she tries to defend herself from him with a pan, he begins one of his streaks of madness.

One might try to defend him because he seems to try to make it up to her by asking how she fares, but that doesn't even begin to make up for what he has done. What bothers me even more is that he believes that he can win her over with jewelry and finery. And when he brings her back to her father's house, he tries to get her to kiss her in front of a crowd of people and when she tries to move away, he keeps a hold of her hand so she can't leave him.

I cringe at how Kate's attitude changes at the end of the movie. A wife does not need to be obedient. She becomes so subservient in the end and it disgusts me. The thought that her husband "won the battle" makes it seem as though a man, no matter what a woman thinks of him, can win a woman over by pure force and disregard of her feelings. To all the guys out there: THIS IS NOT TRUE.

***I realize that equality in a marriage was not exactly common in the setting of this movie. However, watching this movie with today's expectations for a marriage, I was pretty disturbed.

 
For about as long as I can remember, people have joked about how they think I have OCD, Obsessive-compulsive disorder. While I have never actually been evaluated by a professional, I am positive that I do, in fact, have it. But luckily, in the past few years I have been improving. Ever since I was about 10, I can remember always feeling the need to do things three times. I would stretch my legs three times, turn on lights three times, scratch my arm three times. I couldn't control my need to do everything that number of times. It was just an urge that I couldn't suppress. As time went on though, I realized how much of an issue this was becoming and eventually trained myself to not do it. But trust me, it was not easy and I'm sure it is not as simple for everyone suffering from this disorder.

Something that has followed me up through today is the urge to check to make sure I have everything I need with me. If I have my purse with me, I repeatedly check to make sure it has my phone, wallet, and other essentials multiple times. I can go into a panic if I don't sense that I have something with me. In order to remain calm, I check for some things multiple times within a minute, usually glancing or feeling the items three times whenever I check for them (this is the one instance in which I have continued to have the urge to do something three times).

This disorder has not set me back too much but I do experience some aspects of it daily. An example of this is that I must keep everything clean and ordered. Some might consider it funny when I can't stand it if something as unimportant as pens are lined up exactly straight, but for me it is a real issue. Everything must be exact and in order for me to feel calm. I cannot focus if something is not perfect.

Often times when I think of a disturbing thought, it follows me for a very long time. Even now, I think of a very disturbing thought that first crossed my mind over a year ago. I used to think it was normal, but I'm not pretty certain that it isn't. In addition, I have an obsession with time (I'm not sure if this is related to OCD). Many people assume that I'm in a rush because I'm constantly checking the clock to see what time it is. I have a fear of being late and am often in a rush to get somewhere even if I know I'm going to be early.

That just about sums up my OCD. If you want to learn more about this disorder, here are a few websites:

http://www.webmd.com/anxiety-panic/guide/obsessive-compulsive-disorder

http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0001926/

http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/ency/article/000942.htm (this is about Obsessive-compulsive personality disorder which is related to OCD)

 
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I admit it. I have, do, and will like teachers. And not just in the sense of liking how they teach and all that basic stuff. I mean seriously liking them. So far, all of my teacher crushes have been male. They started in eighth grade but now that I think about it, I don't think I had any male teachers before that... But anyway, the first time I remember having these thoughts was in my eighth grade English class. My teacher was teaching like usual when I started picturing him naked (feel free to be creeped out). It was really weird because I didn't actually find him that attractive. He was in his mid thirties and pretty average looking. But I guess my mid-puberty mind just started to go exploring.

My freshman year in high school was a very intense year for teacher crushes. I was slightly interested in my science teacher but my most memorable crush was on my PE teacher. Oh my gosh was I obsessed with him (not outwardly...even I would have thought that was kind of weird). He was very muscular and strong and had one of the sweetest smiles ever. This teacher also really liked me (but not in the sense that I liked him...I don't think). Whenever we played games in the gym he would always call a foul if someone even just barely pushed me while letting me rather harshly push certain others and letting it escape his notice...I know, not fair. 

But anyways, I fantasized about said PE teacher rather often. I always imagined myself going into his office and sitting on his desk, my legs hanging off it. He would stand between my legs and begin to kiss my neck, moving his hands across my back, neck, and butt. Where my fantasy would go from there would depend on how adventurous I was feeling.

Sophomore year, my foreign language teacher was the one to catch my attention. He was seriously attractive and the one friend who I confided this information in agreed. He seemed to be the youngest of all of my crushes and was definitely the most sarcastic. However, his physical aspects were worth the interesting sense of humor. This foreign language teacher always dressed in a button-up collar neck shirt. Whenever I thought about him, I would start by imagining unbuttoning his shirt and going from there...

Since then, I haven't had very attractive male teachers. But if I begin to like one, rest assured; I will be sure to share :)
 
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I cheat. Yes, you read that correctly. I cheat...in school...on homework and tests. Trust me, I know it's morally wrong, and doesn't help me learn, and so on. My teachers have lectured my classes about it numerous times. And yet, it just seems to make me more careful about my cheating techniques. I know, I know, I'm such a bad student. What might surprise you though is that I'm on the honor role. In fact, I've been on the high honor role a few times. And no, I didn't get there simply by cheating. I mention this solely so that you think twice before assuming that all who cheat are failing at school (that's a common assumption at my school).


I'm not trying to give anyone ideas, but I do want people to understand the extent to which I cheat. Here they are the ways in which I cheat:

I use google translate in my foreign language class.

In my foreign language class, we must answer questions on an article handed out in class for homework. I find the articles online and use google translate to translate them.

I rarely read my book for my English homework. I use Sparknotes.

My math class has mini quizzes daily on the last night's homework. If I get stuck on something, I glance over at someone else's paper.

Last year (only on occasion) in my math class, the person who sat in front of me would hold their paper on a slant while checking over answers. I would look up and compare my answers with theirs.

In my history class, a portion of our tests are fill-in-the-blank. If I don't know one and I happen to be able to see someone else's test, I will look at it and if their answer sounds right, I will use it.

So, that's about it for now.
 
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"New Year’s Day… now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions. Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual.” 
-Mark Twain

Ha! This will likely come of my resolutions below. But for now I must follow them like they will become normal.