Deport Bieber.

I signed a petition this morning to deport Justin Bieber from the U.S.

Turns out it was a national and government-official petition, and I was the 19,005th person to sign it, and I felt so happy because I was a part of something that I actually felt right about something regarding the country I live in; finally.  It's like someone decided to bring the country together in some way, knowing that we all hate each other in every other sense, but we have come to an agreement that states we feel that Bieber is not worthy of living here.

Now we just need to exile Bieber from Colombia; my descendant country.

Snow days and school...

Even if I were to attend school once a week,

it would still feel like too much to handle

simply for the grades and anticipation, knowing that the grades I earn myself now will foreshadow where I will go in life, and there's not a dang thing I can do about it no matter how hard I try. 

This is why I feel that attending even one day of school, weekly, is too much pressure, because I know in my subconscious mind that my future is at stake, but my conscious mind thinks I'm free.

Students are suffocating...  Slowly.

My grades.

I have straight A's and one F (I'm American) because my school is run by a family of people and they do things their own way, and not in a legal fashion. It makes me upset.

NO ME GUSTA

President Obama States Marijuana is No Dangerous Than Alcohol?

I'm such a liberal that I'm going to just spurt this out: Finally, someone in the government has stated something that makes sense (it only took about, what, 15 years?).

Finished Everything I Had To Do...

I finished my position paper, my three projects, AND my creative writing literary fiction story.

So much to do in so little time.

I have recently discovered that my Model UN position paper has to be a minimum of four pages in length per person, needless to say (but I'm going to say it anyway), I am under a lot of pressure here.  It's funny, because I have a lot on my plate here as a junior in high school; I go to a charter school, where our school gives us a lot of testing, so we have benchmarks every marking period, and pre-tests, as well.  For example: I have a Pre-HSPA a week before the actual HSPA is administered, and the week before that I'm taking my SAT, and the week after I take the HPSA, I have benchmarks that count for about 30% of my grade.  See, all these things flood my mind at the most inopportune moments; this is 2014, the worst year to be attending my school... Ever.

So...

I could not have picked a better time to start writing my position paper for Model UN.  My country is Zimbabwe, and I tried to pick some mood music in order for me to write.  The first song that popped up was: "I'm like a Lawyer..." by Fall Out Boy, and what I can recall from the music video is that it takes place in an African country that is impoverished, and my position paper is about urbanization and poverty. 

Let this paper begin...

Although I'm pretty sure no one is even reading this, I'm going to blog anyway, because that is what I signed up to do, and that is what I will do.  I sort of failed updating the html in my template, but it's all good; I'm in the middle of doing a project anyway, so I'll concern myself with such matters at a later time.  It's a shame that I forgot basic html in only a few months, it makes me upset. Now I'll go and continue my project with my spirits a tad lower, and I'll probably go out and buy a book on html since my mind has failed me.