Caroline Kennedy? Really, Media??

So I would just like to bring up the topic of Caroline Kennedy’s recent announcement that she would like to fill the upcoming vacancy of Hillary Clinton’s spot as junior senator of New York. Caroline is the daughter of John F. Kennedy and her current occupation is -lawyer-. She has never held a political office/position, not even on the city council or anything. Suddenly, she wants to be a senator? And not just a senator… a senator of New York! That’s a pretty big deal for someone who has never held any sort of political office. Now, this is what gets me. The media is for the most part supportive of her and if they are not being “supportive” they are saying nothing. They are saying nothing about a woman who wants to be a senator and who’s only qualification seems to be that she is a Kennedy. That’s strange, because just seven weeks ago that same media couldn’t stop bashing Sarah Palin (the woman who has held a political position since 1992 and who now holds the highest executive office in the largest state of the country with the highest ratings of all of the governor’s in the country) for being “unqualified”? All of that seems to count for nothing, but that Caroline Kennedy, she’s got what it takes! She’s a Kennedy! If that is not proof of the media’s liberal bias then I don’t know what is. There is an obvious double standard here.

 

Bicycle on the Third Floor

This was a story I wrote in my Sophomore or Junior year of high school. The story behind it is that the biology teacher at NDA – Joe Gray – kept his bike on the third floor of the school in the health room during the day and then at the end of the day he would roll it out and take it down the elevator to ride it home. Well Hannah Hartman and I found this to be hilarious that he kept his “bicycle on the third floor”. When we were talking about it we decided that that would be a good title for a story – which I then proceeded to write. Also, we had a freshman science teacher that we were not too fond of and that is where the antagonist (so to say) comes from. Enjoy! Haha.

 

 Bicycle on the Third Floor

“So, how much money did we raise today?” said Benny Brown.

“ About the same as yesterday.” Mr. Black, the president of the Save the Pandas Foundation and Health Department, said as he closed and locked the door to his laboratory for the day.  He walked into the health room and grabbed his bicycle and walked it over to the elevator. This was a normal, every-day routine for Mr. Black. When people asked him, “why do you ride your bike home everyday,” he would answer, “Because I need the exercise.”

The next morning started out like any other day. Mr. Black woke up, went to work, and put his bike in the health room on the third floor. He went on throughout his day as usual. He made visits to local schools and city halls asking for money for the foundation. Then, at the end of the day, after Mr. Black had locked his laboratory door as he usually did, he went to get his bike.

          “That’s funny,” he said, “I could’ve sworn I put it right here.” But his bike wasn’t there. He began to grow more frightened of the thought that his bike might actually have been stolen. He went out of the room and began walking down the hallway, peering into every room in hopes to see his bike. He became frantic and ran down the stairs, looking in every room of every hallway. Then as he reached the last floor a group of teenage Save the Pandas supporters were being given a tour of the foundation. One girl named Lola recognized the look of fright in Mr. Black’s face.

Lola cried out, “Excuse me, sir!” Mr. Black stopped and turned to Lola. She asked Mr. Black what was wrong and he told her that he had lost his bicycle.
        

“I’ll help you find it!”

“You will?”

“Sure! I just love to help people!”

 So, Mr. Black and Lola walked around the foundation for about an hour until they thought that they might want to look outside.
         “It’s over hear, I see it!” yelled Lola

         “Where?”

         “I think it’s in the dumpster.”

         “Oh, no, my bike!”

         They stopped running when they could see what had happened to Mr. Black’s bike. It had been bent and dented and twisted and then thrown into the dumpster. Mr. Black was so upset.
         “We have to find out who did this!” he said.
         “This is terrible. How could somebody do that! Is there anyone that you think could have possibly done this to you?” asked Lola.

         “Well, there is someone I can think of. Her name is Dr. Schmansereau. She works for the health department of the foundation. She is very jealous of me because I win so many awards and I can spell the word “huge”, and she just can’t do things like that. She has always been jealous of me ever since I became president of the foundation.”

         “Let’s go find her!” said Lola in an excited tone. So Mr. Black and Lola walked back into the building and rode the elevator up to the second floor, which is where Dr. Schmansereau worked. She teaches a class about pandas to those who are interested in joining the foundation, but surprisingly, after her course, no one seems to want to join anymore.
         “Hello, Dr. Schmanereau, do you have a moment?” asked Mr. Black.

         “Of course I do. I was just grading a few papers.” Lola glances over at one of the papers and sees the grade on it.

         “Wow! A thirty-four? How could anyone get a thirty-four on a test?” Lola said.

         “Ah, yes. That is one of my students. Her name is Emily. She just can’t seem to grasp the concepts I teach. She says that it’s because I don’t help her but I just hate giving up my thirteen seconds to answer a dumb little question. Anyway, what was it that you were going to ask me?”

“Oh, did you perhaps see my bicycle in the 3^rd floor health room today?”

“Hmmm… I don’t believe I did. Why, did someone smash it up, twist it and dent it by throwing large stones at it and then throw it in the dumpster?”

         “I believe they did something of the sort, yes,” said Mr. Black.

         “Then, I have no idea,” said Dr. Schmansereau.

         “Thank you for your time. Well, I guess we know it’s not her now,” said Mr. Black with a disappointed look on his face.

         “Mr. Black, of course she did it!” cried Lola.

         “What do you mean, Lola?”

         “She knew exactly what happened to it. She must have done it!”

         “You know, now that I think of it, she did seem to know an awful lot about what had happened to it,” said Mr. Black. So they opened Dr. Schmansereau’s door again and this time Mr. Black noticed a small red horn lying on her desk. It was his and he knew it.

         “You stole my bike and did those awful things to it, didn’t you?”

         “Alright you caught me. I did it! And I loved every second of bashing it in and throwing stones at it and then putting it in the dumpster. Ever since you became president of this company I have wanted to be like you. You are always winning all those awards and you can spell the word “huge”. I try so hard, but I just can’t measure up to you! I did this to get back at you because that is what I have wanted to do for so long more than anything!”

         “You’re fired!” yelled Mr. Black. So. Dr. Schmansereau left the foundation the next day. Within a week, Mr. Black had bought himself a new bicycle and still, he puts it in the health room on the 3^rd floor everyday. This time he uses a lock, so that nothing like that can ever happen again. Ten years later, Lola became the co-president of the Save the Pandas Foundation and Health Department and everything worked out great for everyone, except for Dr. Schamnsereau. She ended up selling hand-made key chains door-to-door in Wisconsin.

The End

I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay wastin’ time.

So I kind of feel like I’m doing absolutely nothing productive in my life. Because I’m 18 the typical comment to myself from an adult would be “You have your whole life ahead of you”. But to me, because I’m 18 (almost 19, remember), I feel like I’m losing time. I’m almost 20!! When did THAT happen? It’s weird because I feel like 20 is so much older than 19. Like even if I was 19 and 364 days it wouldn’t be weird. But one day and number later and I would be 20 which seems so much older! I don’t really know if I’m making sense. I hope I am. So I’m 18 and going nowhere fast… I have this new thing of wanting to learn new “skills”. Like just recently I tried to learn how to play the harmonica but it didn’t go so well. Then I also tried to learn magic tricks – once again –  more difficult than was planned. Now I’m trying to learn to cook…. I guess we’ll see how that goes. PS – I’m watching Family Matters and I’ve come to the conclusion that that show is pretty dumb aside from the occasional Steve Urkel moment. Anyway, it’s like Late O’Clock in the morning and I have to get up for church in the morning. 

“So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, goodbye…”

– The Sound of Music

 

My Sleeping Pup.

Introducing ‘Lite’. The new way to spell ‘Light’ but with twenty percent fewer letters.

I think I need to start eating healthier. I eat loads and loads of literal crap. We go to Friday’s almost everyday due to the fact that I have these “Free Dessert” cards from our Broadway Series tickets. So I usually get a virgin strawberry daiquiri – clearly not something you should be having almost everyday. But aside from that I eat all starches and what not. I don’t eat dessert items because I don’t have a big sweet tooth so I don’t have issues with those sorts of food. But I don’t eat much fruit or vegetables and that needs to change. I also need to work on portion control. Any advice on how to change old habits??

“What some call health, if purchased by perpetual anxiety about diet, isn’t much better than tedious disease.”

–George Dennison Prentice

 

Giant Chocolate Chip in my Graeter's Ice Cream!

Eliza, where the devil are my slippers?

Being new to this whole blog thing I really have no idea what to write about! But I guess I’ll start out by introducing to you the wonders of my existence. I am 18 (soon to be 19 in August), I go to Thomas More College although that isn’t exactly going as planned, and I love, love, love my friends. Uhhh, I also like animals a lot, and singing, theatre, making movies, learning capitals, going on strange adventures through the Northern Kentucky/ Cincinnati area, and traveling! I want to go to every country in the world which may be a bit improbable (i.e. North Korea). Therefore, to be realistic, I’ll just shoot for the majority of countries. But moving on to more current things instead of futuristic dreams, the biggest dilemma that I’ve come across lately is that I have no idea where I am going in my life! Like really. None. I have rather unrealistic dreams such as being an actress or a singer (preferably both but on film). But where does one even begin to do that? I guess you get an agent and get head-shots. But then we run into issue number two… I may be wrong but I’m pretty sure Kentucky isn’t any sort of hub for movie making. So what acting jobs can be obtained around here? Probably like a commercial for Buddy’s Carpet or something. But then again Anthony Muñoz has got that salesman thing down and I wouldn’t want to steal his thunder or anything. Well for now I think I should figure out what to major in. Music, psychology, education, etc. I was going to do theatre but then I was in a play at TMC last semester and let’s just say it was “all…. other side to.” For those of you who wouldn’t get that – I mean it was stupid and pointless and a terrible play not to mention done very poorly. So theatre at TMC was definitely a no-go. So anyway, for now I will just have to keep searching and hopefully something will surface… Tah tah for now.

 

“My dear little librarian, you’ll pile up enough tomorrows, and you’ll find you’ve collected nothing but a lot of sad, lonely yesterdays.”

– The Music Man