Einstien's Theory of Gravity

Einstien's Theory of Gravity. This theory is incredibly complex and uses alot of high-level math to be acurate. This theory, however, is highly accepted among the field of physics, even more so than Newton's Theory. Why, then, do they still teach Newtonian physics in school? The simple answer to this question is because it's easy. It is also somewhat accurate when comparied to Einstienain physics. The harder question is do we, (me in particular because I'm planning on majoring in astrophysics when I get to college) really want to be taught something that is not accurate. We get these numbers and facts jammed into our head just to find out when we reach higher levels of this class that it's all obsolete? That's just not right.
Lets face it. Those of us that really remember these laws and the rate that things fall at due to gravity are those of us that really enjoy physics! If you ask me the three laws of motion, I can reply with a heartfelt answer. Ask someone that hated physics and got a 30% on the test and they couldn't tell you. They don't care about physics, those of us that do well--and I mean really well--and can actually remember the stuff now probably are interested.
I will now give a very basic and brief description of Einstien's theory. You can follow along with the diagram above, too. Basically what Einstien says is that everything is trying to find its straight path through the space/time continuem. When a large body, like the earth, is in the continuem it warps it in a way by sinking in (embeding in) and thus corrupts it. Everything that's trying to find a straight path is now going to the center of the earth, because it has been warped. That, Einstien concludes, is why things fall to the center of the earth i.e. ground.
Now, for those of you that don't remember your Newtonian physics: What Newton says is that gravity is a force. A force just as basic as friction and pushing and pulling. This force pulls everything toward the ground. This theory is realtivly easy, and thus provides a good way for early physical education to give us the fundementals of gravity. You can probably ask any shmoe on the street what gravity is and they'll respond "The force that pulls us down." Probably not in those words, but they'll say something to that effect. What Einstien says is that gravity basically isn't a force at all! It's rediculous to make those of us that really want accurate (at least as accurate as we can get today) information suffer through these obsolete beliefs. In my opinion, although I love Newtonian physics, it should be taken out of the cirriculum or the fundementals of Einstinian physics should be taught. Thank You.

Christmas Spirit

I temporarally took my last entry offline because I thought it was too personal--and heaven forbid that I actually show some emotion! The truth is that I wrote it at two in the morning when I was having when of those scared attacks and wasn't doing my best. Now, for the replacement entry.
I'm not trying to be unoriginal here, but Christmas is one of my FAVORITE things in the whole world, and I thought I dang well better dedicate a single entry to it, even if a million people have already. What I am trying to do here though, is prove my fellow honors student wrong. Ren, as most of you have read, wrote that he thinks christmas is overrated. Later on he wrote a slight reproach of his entry, because everyone was ganging up on him. In this blog entry he said that "Pessimism is king." I'm going to totally destroy that thought by writing a KILLER entry about how much I love christmas. In otherwords, I'm going to write an optimistic view on christmas.

Christmas is a word superior to all at my house. My mom is the biggest fan of Christmas on the Earth and one word couldn't bring more excitment to her darling little face. Her love of this holiday has spread through her kids and everyone she has touched the life of.
One of the best Christmas I have experienced in my life thus far is when my mom decided that she was really going to impact someone's life. At this point in my life my mom was working as a shelver at Maceys in the middle of the night because of some financial troubles. This alone touched my life but she didn't want to stop there.
A young lady that she worked with was the bacon bringer at her house. Seeing as she worked in the middle of the night at Maceys shelving food, it wasn't enough to provide food for her developing family AND by Christmas presents. Her husband had actually gotten recently layed off, so this $6.50 an hour for four or so hours was there ONLY income. My mom, being the natural claus that she was decided that she wanted to help this woman out. A family going without christmas was like a family going without food to her. A couple days before christmas, my mother, and several others she got involved at her work, brought big shopping baskets full of christmas presents for the woman's family and presented them to her. The woman was so greatful that she started to sob, the thought of her children going without christmas saddened her, but the thought that people cared about her well-being more than she thought was the ultimate gift. My mother provided a christmas for those kids, and just hearing the story touches my heart and makes me realize how important giving is.
For years my sister has sung her heart out at stores all over the state to encourage people to donate toys and money to Toys For Tots. When she heard that there is usually a lack of gifts for teenagers in the family she was upset. Usually in these low income families teens are responsible! They usually either get jobs and provide money, or raise the kids. Them going without christmas was horrible, they should deserve one day where they can just be a kid. My sister started a project called Toys For Teens. She sings all over the state still, but in places where gifts for teens are common. It is a yearly event taken place over several months, and she raises thousands of dollars in gifts for the children that act more like adults. This is what we should be doing at Christmas at times.
There are a few, I won't deny it, that take Christmas as a time to get presents, not give presents. The best thing to do at christmas time is to give--esspecially to those most in need. Christmas lights and music warm spirits and touch people's hearts. It is NOT overrated--just look at all the people that are truely making a difference in people's LIVES durring Christmas. If you think Christmas lights, music, and other festivities are overrated than you should take a good look at the people that really make an impact in people's life. My sister starts Toys for Teens MONTHS before thanksgiving, and my mother is excited and shopping for christmas year round. These people are not to be looked down upon. Think about what Christmas brings when it comes; happiness and joy. A thougt of peace around the globe (at least to the Christain Community) Trying to spread peace and joy around the world is not something to frown at. Next time you look at people that try to bring the christmas spirit earlier in the year think about how you can raise the chrismas spirit, and how chrismas as a whole makes you feel. Don't judge and especailly dislike people that trying to spread love, not crap.
Thank You

Then I realize that it can't be a coincidence.

Following is a very small part of a story I started to write today. It is very obsurd and confusing, but just keep in mind that I wrote the majority of this after midnight. Feel free to comment, good or bad (not too mean though, no use in giving mean critiques) Constructive criticism is very welcome although some of it is not.
EXAMPLES OF BAD CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM:
"Good try"
"I don't understand it."
"I think it was lacking"
"Make it longer."

In other words, please try to help rather than make me feel bad...please. :D.This is a small part of chapter one and the introduction. Everything isn't in place yet and it isn't supposed to make complete sense. If you are going to be constructive please state the problem specifically. I know there is alot things I should fix, and I would love your help. :D! Comment over on the tagboard! Oh yes, and be completely honest. Don't tell me you like it if you don't.
Thanks,
Becca

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I breathe death. It freezes the air; and it scares me. Everywhere I go it follows after me, there’s no escaping it. It makes me have crazy feelings; makes me insane and unproductive. I get so scared sometimes it’s all I can do but collapse. I know I must be strong; so it was written, it must be true. I stay indoors, try to make little contact. Every person I meet and learn to love stabs me in the back, bringing forth more pain and agony then ever imagined. I must find my Utopia.

It started when I was young, barely able to communicate effectively with others. I didn’t mean for it to happen; it was written. It said that I would bring death to all that loved me, thus leading a forbidden life. My family soon perished, not physically but emotionally. They turned me away to find someplace where I would be accepted. They said it was written, therefore it must be true. They said they loved me too much to see me live this life, and they would rather not to see me at all than to suffer. What they don’t understand is that I suffer everyday without them, and will continue to until I find my utopia.

Chapter 1

“You can’t”

“Why not?”

“You know why not.”

The voices alternated, one being mine and the other being the guard’s. He wasn’t letting me in. “I really don’t, sir. Could you refresh my memory?”

“It was written. Now I’m sorry but I can’t let you in. We just can’t deal with this right now.” He turned his back on me and refused to speak when I spoke.

I started toward the next city. It wasn’t different, only a few would actually let me in. I knew that the ones that did had something to give me; not materialistic but emotionally and spiritually. A high good; something intellectual. That’s what I was interested in finding, after all. It hadn’t been long since I was turned away from my family, forced to live a life of lack of love and belonging. I wander, that’s what I do. I bring horror to some towns, and relief to others; some just want to know that what is written is actually true and they aren’t the ones suffering. I suppose seeing my face, dirty and scratched being turned away countless times brings them pleasure. Somehow it’s right to see me loveless.

I had been on my own so long I had forgotten how to make words into sensible sentences. With the aid of a prisoner at a jail in the first city I had visited I learned quickly enough to eventually ask for help. That jailbird was one of the only organisms in the entire town that had tried to trust me, but by the time I had left he was hung, for offering help to something disapproved of. Sometimes I look at these things like they’re not my fault; and then I realize that these things can’t just be coincidences. Several have died offering me aid and love.

Once word of these deaths had spread I was not accepted in many towns. I wasn’t accepted before, but these brought it to an extreme, more than 70% were cruel; a lot more so than the guard I had just spoken to.

Stray Animals

We all know about Stray animals roaming the roads without any rhyme or reason, no home, and no place to belong. They eventually end up dying, because we're too afraid to touch them because of the deadly diseases they contain. My answer to this problem? Sport.
Alot of people go hunting anyway, why not kill two birds (or in this case dogs and cats) with one stone? We can gather them all up using very protective equipment (as not to catch their very fatal diseases), release them in a 3 mile radius (fenced off, of course) and send everyone off hunting. This, of course, provides many things. Sport for the highest race, and an answer to the stray problem. No longer will we have to see these muts wondering around durring the winter, begging for food. No longer will we have to come to an abrupt stop to wait for these evil beasts to make their way across. They won't be an issue! It will save many, many lives and provide entertainment and humor to the society. Thank you.



sat-ire

1. 1. A literary work in which human vice or folly is attacked through irony, derision, or wit.
   2. The branch of literature constituting such works. See Synonyms at caricature.
2. Irony, sarcasm, or caustic wit used to attack or expose folly, vice, or stupidity.

That's right, I'm using satire. It's all a joke, sorry to all of you that might have been offended.

So, following my exciting Harry Potter filled morning on Friday, I attended "Nous" the Philosophy club at Weber State University. Considering how both of my sisters, Rachel and Brooke, are Philosophy majors - I had heard much about the topic and was able to comprehend much of the debate. The topic Friday evening was "The Objectivity of Science" Dr. Dan Schroeder from the physics department spoke about how scientific truths are objective rather than subjective. He argued his position by refuting the claims of Kuhn - a contemporary relativist philosopher of science. I however felt that he did a very poor job. I felt like he missed the issue - I think that he should have spent his time refuting the claims of indirect or representative realists or idealists like Berkeley or Locke. The only way to successfully argue for the subjectivity of physical truths is to embrace these indirect realists or idealist veiws - in other words, to claim that either we cannot preceive the outside world - or there is no physical world. I dont think that Kuhn embraces either of these views so I dont think his argument was relevent. He perhaps on some level embraces Idealism, but this is not the point that Dr. Schroeder attacked. He rather attacked the claim that there are certain levels of truth in Aristotlelian, Newtonian, (is that a word) and Einstienien physics. This I felt was irrelevent. He addressed one concept in particular - the Theory of gravity He stated that he thinks that the theories get truer with every revolution - a point terribly attacked by both Professor Greene and Professor Fudge.

Well at any rate - just stating my opinion.

I loved GOF, I will probably post a review sometime.

Tootles
BEAK

What?!? The Template WIZARD?!?!

As you may have noticed (if you have the tendency to turn to my blog for your source of entertainment) I have basically changed my blogger template every week or so! What you may think, is wrong. I'm sorry, I'm not doing this to confuse you and make you wonder if you've strayed to the wrong blog when you open this page. I'm doing this becase I hate you, and I don't want you to read my blog. Just kidding. Why can't I do that with a straight face?
Nevertheless, if you haven't gotten to this page press TIMES NOW!! (Yes, I know that it won't do any good if they haven't gotten to this page in the first place!) Press it, and you'll get to my blog, I promise. While we're on the subject press DIFFICULT to get to my 'profile on the page', LIE to get to my links (which I probably haven't updated yet...sorry) and AHEAD to get to my 'tagboard' What the heck is a tagboard? Well, never count on me ever getting one of those. I'm sure there are thousands of you, desperatly searching my home page trying to find my blog with tears in your eyes. I'm still desperatly trying to find a way to make it say how to manuver on the front page. I've fiddled with the template alot and I think I'm close to a breakthrough!
On another note, I know some of you are whining about how my blog is in this tiny box and you have to scroll down a thousand times to even get to it. I'm sorry. I'll change my template soon, but this is in honor of the holiday (well it is for potterheads) that celebrates the release of the Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire movie. Now I know that compared to the books, the movies are evil doctors trying to rip your still beating heart out through your anus, but it's Harry Potter! It's not a day to mourn (well, maybe it is...I haven't seen the movie) It's a day to celebrate!! I'm almost postitive that they'll totally destroy the movie and I'll be throwing my popcorn and shoes among other things and the screen. I'm still going to see it on the first day, though! That's how big of a potter-head I am!
So how many of you are going to see it opening day? How many of you are going to dress up! I know I am! How many of you are going to dress up AND are over 18? Over 15? Over 10? Old but still a child in heart? Run over to by tagboard and give me a shoutout and an answer to all these questions. I NEED TO KNOW!!! That's right. I figured out what a tagboard is and I got one all in the duration of this entry! Gosh, I love google!

On this cold winter day...

I've been thinking alot about people that care what others think about them. You can identify them in the hall, the mall, or even sometimes in the car next to you. My concluding thought in this case is WHY?!
Sure, it's okay to some degree to care, like making a good impression on a business executive, for example. But these stupid things like wanting the popular girl in school to like you, or to be popular with the boys. It's so totally pointless. There is so much more to go for in the world then your 5 minutes of fame in the eyes of your junior high peers. Really, sometimes I see these girls starving themselves or doing things like making out or worse just to fit in. Don't they even care about their future lives? The worst thing is drugs. Why on EARTH would you do something like doing drugs or drinking alcohol; something that WILL endanger your life when you get older; to fit in?!?
It is important to apply yourself durring junior/high school, but in POSITIVE ways. I can't even imagine what my future will hold; I know what I want to do but I have no idea what lengths I will go to fulfill them. I'm the kind of person that wants to be successful, but is also afraid and doesn't want to grow up. I think we're all like that. That's why I enjoy being young and innocent and dependent. I love talking to my mother on the phone, and sleeping next to her when I get nightmares. I love to show off my kiddy artwork and get a new book to celebrate my good grades. I'm still a kid on many levels! And then you see these fifteen year old girls or younger with three year old children. Girls that are younger than me with children, just because they wanted to fit in or be loved. It's really sad, and I usually don't have any hard feelings for these girls or think badly about them. I have a tendency to blame the male population for these kinds of things. After all, I usually see GIRLS walking down grocery store isles with kids in thier baskets, not guys.
What I don't get, though, is when I see a girl like this with a five year old child, a three year old child, and a new born. This is when I stop blaming the males and start blaming the girls for no self control! Why, after going through a child at this age, would you decide (or even go through the process) to have another?! I don't get it!! I do, however, think that single mothers are perhaps the strongest in our society. Did you know that JK Rowling was a single mother? Society frowned down upon her but she didn't give up. That's the kind of person she was.
I don't lack the common sense to know that doing drugs or drinking, or getting involved with a boy before I'm mature enough (marrige, basically) will ruin my life. I've vowed never ever to do those things! I know I have so much going for me, and to ruin it now would be a waste in life. Even if you do something like that, like have a kid in particular, make the best of it. If you don't give it up for adoption make the best mother out of yourself as you can. Give it your all, because that's what you have chosen. I chose long ago to follow a different path. One that will guarentee me a large estate and a large bank account. There are so many exciting things in this world. Take your pick of what is to come.

I am periodically putting all of my previous posts off line. They should be back on around 10pm MST

Because it matters.

I am the mother who told her lesbian daughter to invite her girlfriend over for dinner.

I am the father who punished his son for calling you a fag.

I am the preacher who told my congregation that love, not hate, is the definition of a true follower of God.

I am the girl who did not learn the meaning of "homosexual" until high school but never thought to question why two men might be kissing.

I am the woman who argues (quite loudly and vehemently) with the bigots who insist that you do not have the right to marry or raise children.

We are the high school class who agrees, unanimously, along with our teacher, that love should be all that matters.

If you agree, repost this. Do it. You don't have to be afraid. You can handle it. You're stronger than you think.

I am making a difference. Hate will not win.

Are you?

NAL

I was doing my blog entry last night--and I thought I posted it, but instead I saved it as a draft. Sorry!!
I love NAL with every fiber of my being. It was soooo fun in eigth grade, and pretty fun in seventh. I guess for it to be truely fun you have to be way involved. Anyway, that's where my worrying comes in. I want, and although this might not be good to say due to the large number of people trying out for NAL in honors, but I want to be the captian of 1st quarter. I know all you get to do is do the tip-off question and introduce everybody; but I've been doing it for two years and I don't want some newbee to be captian! (except I probably wouldn't mind that much if Patti was, because Patti's awesome...and not a no0b!)
Mr. Carter isn't doing it this year. Mr. Carter is sooo hillarious and knows I would do good, but now Mrs. Turneau's doing it. No hard feelings to Turneau, I know she'll do an excellent job, but Carter actaully KNOWS me. If one kid in particular gets to be captian--and you that know me really well should know who I'm talking about--I'll go insane. Really insane. I just can't comprehend why they would put someone like him over me for captain. Wouldn't it just seem logical to put the one that's been on the team most as the captain? Wouldn't that be the thing to do? But I seem to always be wrong about what the right thing is. For instance, Olympiad last year I thought I should have been on the varsity team because I had experience. I may have done bad on the test, I don't really know, but I really don't thing that should beat out medaling experience.
This is turning into just one big stress-relieving rant, and I'm sorry. I need to get off the pressure somehow. I really don't think I have to worry, I really don't, but sometimes it's hard when you know that you don't get the academic coverage you deserve. It's really frustrating when you KNOW you are just as good as one person, and yet all the teachers seem to favor him.../her. I know I should devote two entire blog entries to this unfavorable trait of some teachers, but it's one of my biggest pet peeves in the world. I should just get over it, but I can't.
In conclusion...please try to stay away from that kind of activity. Don't make me devote an entire blog entry to you or something you've done...or haven't done.

Unfavorable Traits.

Know what I hate? When one person treats another person differently then the other person, although they are just as smart and awesome as the other person. I may have just lost you, but what I'm talking about is something that ticks me off alot. This thing is none other the favortism.
There are certain individuals in our school that are really really smart. Now, this may sound concieted but I believe I'm really smart as well. What really irks me is when someone, a teacher in particular, favors one student over the other, although clearly the other student can do the task at hand just as well. It was like this at Olympiad this week.
It was my first practice for olympiad this year. I unfairly got cut from almost all of my favorite events, which gets me more upset with olympiad everytime I think about it. Thats not the point. The point is that at this particular practice, there were definatly favorites being played.
The coach who's name will remain a secret basically ignored our whole side of the room. I guess I'm a little bit high matinece because I got realllllly irritated because not only was she not calling on me at all, she wasn't calling our side at all. It wasn't like a compititon or anything, just with something like this you really want to show off and act smart so the coaches with be amazed with your talent. I never got to do this durring the meeting due to lack of attention!!! And now the kid that this particular coach called on almost everytime is bragging about how he womped every one at practice and how good he was!!! This coach was just arming this kid with the weapons he needed to totally ruin everyone elses self esteem! This is not good. That is not what should be happening on a team like this where everyone needs to be at the top of their game.

Is any of this real...

I've been having these strange feelings lately...like is any of this real, or not?
That line (or something similar), as many of you might have been quick enough to figure out, is from an awesome game called Kingdom Hearts. Not only is it from a game, it is also the topic of the blog today!
There is this terrific and incredibly mind bending episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer in which a demon injects Buffy with some sort of poison and she starts having these visions like she's in an insane asylum. If you've never seen Buffy before, then some background information is needed. Firstly Buffy is the "chosen" one, the one who is strong enough to kill the demons and vampires. Every generation (meaning that one slayer dies) another slayer is chosen. The slayer is a girl, obviously. When Buffy saw her first vampire she told her parents and they sent her to an insane asylum, and she says "When I didn't mention it again, they let me go." Now she lives in Sunnydale where she has these awesome friends that kick butt and conqure evil. Now, when she starts having these weird lapses where she's in this asylum, her parents are there and are telling her everything she is living is Sunnydale is a figment; her sister, her friends, her powers. They start to tell her that her friends are the ones that are dragging her into sunnydale again and again and it's making it hard for her to get healthy and come home with them. Buffy then tries to kill her friends by tying them down in the basement and setting a demon free on them. Just when the doctor is about to tell her she's healthy and that she was a good girl and took care of her friends, she decides what's really important and goes back to her friends in sunnydale, totally blocking out the idea of the asylum ever again.
This leads us to think, is any of this real, or not? Of course our lives aren't as fantastic as Buffy Summers the Vampire slayer, but it raises an interesting point. What if we're all insane? I know my life has been utterly amazing; going from one fantastic feat to another. Is this really real? I'm I even the age I am now? Some of you might argue that if you were going to imagine something, you would make it perfect, right? Best at everything, perhaps? In Buffy it isn't that way. In season six her friends dragged her out of what they thought was a hell demension, but she really was in heaven. That's CLEARLY not perfect, right? Maybe the trials we might 'imagine' are just things to tell us that this is real, and we really aren't dreaming it up in a white room strapped to a bed.

15 minutes of fame...

I had this huge humorous entry written in my brain, but then I decided I should give myself another week to go deeper into the concept. Nevertheless, I have yet to post this week. It was a really hard decision of what to write this week; not because lack of topics, but because of too many. Since this is fresh in my brain I'll write about the topic at hand: How peoples attitudes change towards you when you have your 'fifteen minutes of fame'.
Today, as some of you know, Nick News came to film me because of my service project. I knew it would be amazing, and it was, but I just think it's hillarious how people that you haven't talked to before EVER suddenly know your name and about your life when they see you infront of a camera. I know I didn't even know the name of some of the people that congragulated me by name or gave me big hugs while the camera guy was nearby. There were even subtle things, like several guys poking me in the arm while I was in frame and walking down the hall. People I haven't talked to in years, no joke!
When something like this happens you have to question the teenagers motive. Are they really congragulating you, or do they just want to be on camera? I know two weeks ago when they announced that I was going to be on Nick, a few people I knew personally congragulated me, but not until today did several people I didn't know congragulate me. I guess that might be that they didn't know me before, but they knew me as soon as they saw me with the camera...or was it the camera that 'triggered' their memory? I think the second is the best option for the right answer.
Despite this aspect, I had an EXCELLENT time filming. The camera guy/sound guy/ reporter/director was SO awesome! He was actually a pro soccer player, as well as a reporter and has worked on sets of 20/20 and 60 minutes. It was really cool listening to his life story, and believe me, he told me. I think he wanted to get me relaxed for my big 40 minute interview...and it did help. 40 minutes may not seem like a lot to you guys (or it may seem like too much) but it really is. It's hard sitting still in the one least comfortable chairs in your house not fidgeting and pretty much not moving, because he's recording the whole time and you don't want to move out of frame. Also it pretty tough saying certain phrases over and over again so he can get the right sound to it when he edits it all together. He also said I had 'too much' energy. Basically what he meant by that was I talk loud and fast. I can't help it, though, my brain catches things that are fast and I just get irritated when it's slower then normal. But overall he said I did great and he got some really awesome shots to go along with the story. You'll even see the spot that I am sitting here typing this very moment on TV! How cool is that?
Funny story now. Like I told you some people's attitudes changed, but others didn't have a clue of what was going on. We (camera guy, me, lori, sarah, jackson, ashley, brooke and clint) were done filming in the library and so we were waiting around to do a shot of us walking down a crowded hall with donation boxes (we were waiting for the bell to ring so there would be kids walking down the hall) Well, after going outside and talking still shots and doing various poses, the bell was finally going to ring. We took our spots in the hall where the RESPECT poster is in the middle of the hall that Mr. E is on, and the bell rings. We wait a few seconds for the kids to file in and start walking in the direction of the camera (It's not allowed to look directly into the camera ;) ) Then, from out of the blue this girl apears and totally plows me over without saying sorry or anything, and we have to do the whole thing again. What are the chances, eh? I mean, I've had my number of being plowed over, but while I was on camera? It was hillarious and I started cracking up right in the middle.

There will probably be many edits to this post, when more things come to mind. I'd like to thank all the stores that were generous enough to donate! I'd also like to thank all those special kids that got me sick with the stomach flu so I probably can't go to school tomorrow. Thanks a whole lot.

Da Interweb

Think about the comments on your blog right now. How many of them are 'spam' comments. You know the ones that tell you to visit their blogs on how to make money quick or how to find singles online. They're really annoying and dumb. Should there be specific limits on how far this spamming, and the content of the World Wide Web as a whole, goes?
I think about the early days of my email address. I've had the same email since I was in first or second grade, so I've had if for at least seven years. Now, I used to get loads and loads of email 'spam' with inappropriate content and suggestive titles, and when you're seven years old you're bound to open one of those up be totally shocked at the things you see.
I really think it's wrong how spam like that is circulated around the internet. With junk mail filters and stuff like that nowadays, it's gotten a lot better, but it's still out there. They can target all ages, too! For instance, say a ten year old wants to be 'cool' and research the newest hot celebrity. They type in the name to the best of their ability on the search engine and wait for the results. There is probably a fairly high chance that some of the sites high on the list are porno sites. Have you ever tried to look up someone you know and get a bunch of spamo porn? It's disgusting! There should really be laws against porn coming up with certain keywords. I mean, I understand if you're actually searching for that kind of stuff, but when you're innocent and underage there is no excuse for the perpetrators when it pops up on your screen.
As I was searching the blogs, I noticed one spamo comment in particular on several people's blog. I won't give any names of the user because it's slipped my mind, but it features a racy picture as the avatar, and if you take a look at the profile, there are several sex related blogs that this user keeps. People should NOT be able to do that!! We are innocent students just trying to get some honors credit or trying to get into good colleges! We should not be punished with filthy JUNK like that infecting our blogs! It not only makes the user themselfs uncomfortable, but it endangers the parents right that have probably tried long and hard to keep it away from their child!
I also think that emails with innapropriate comments should have a category by themselves in the email system. For example, if an email has sexual content the sender of the email can put a red flag on it or something, and the user of the email will know that it is a bad email and won't open it. I think it makes it a lot easier then putting adult titles on the emails, because that just leads to odd questions asked by the child and it doesn't help anything!
I also think that some emails should require maybe a social number or something, because I know kids that lie on their age to get certain features. Back in the days of when I was first starting out with email, it used to be that you had to be 13 years or older to use the instant messenger feature. I don't think it's that way anymore, which is good, but kids still lie about their ages. If kids could put an acurate age when starting an account, the email service could block all adult email out. I don't think this will ever work, kids will always do as they want, there is no way to protect everyone.
There is no way to protect everyone, yes, but you should protect the innocent. The ones that are doing this for a project, the ones that unknowingly slipup upon some bad site, kids that are to little to know what anything means, and esspecially services like blogger where something like this COULD be stopped. Protect the Youth of the Nation.

Media...

Have you ever been to the store and seen those AWEFUL 'tabloids' on the check out lines with titles like *Jenifer Anaston kisses Ashton Kutcher? and, *Man gives birth to five pound balogna? I really hope you don't take that information as true, because more then half the time the media isn't factual (in other words, "strait out LYING".) I have experienced this myself, but I wasn't really harmed by it, I just have to tell people over and over my real story. Today I'm going to talk about if it's ethical and if celebrities have the same right to 'privacy' as we do.
Now think about it. Say a guy, Joe Shmow we'll call him, goes to the zoo. Who cares, right? It really wouldn't sell very well if a reporter went to that zoo and took pictures and put it in his publication. Now say a famous celebrity goes to a party, cheats on the person he/she is going with, get's drunk and involved with drugs, and the camera's catch this all. This would be very appealing to the customer (for some reason...). **Alot, more appealing then Joe at the zoo, eh? Now, the reporter COULD go to the zoo, and COULD put joe in the pubiblication, but he chooses to but the celeb in instead. This really ticks the celebrities off. But why, when we are basically PAYING them to be our source of entertainment? Shouldn't, instead of singing hate songs about poparazii embrace the fact that they're getting attention and turn it positive? They put themselves in the limelight, and yet they are upset when people care about their lives. They did this to themselves, get used to it or get out! I am so SICK of the I hate the poparazzi songs! In some cases it's okay, like Michael Jackson for instance. He was so popular that poparazzi still follow him WHEREVER he goes. Now Lindsey Lohan, that girl bugs me. If she would stop acting like a total IDIOT the poparazzi would stop following her! Did you hear any stories about her before she turned 18 and started partying everynight and all that junk? No, none! And then she goes to her movie set and makes them take her to the hospital and give her time off because she too worn or exhausted. Do you think she would be worn if she didn't literally stay out EVERY night partying til three or four in the morning? Of course not!! Sometimes I reallly think so of the celebs out there need a reality check coughtomcruisecough.
In conclusion, yes, celebrities should be able to have a private life, but they won't unless the pull their life toghether and act like a normal human being.

*These articles are made up for the purpose of demonstration

**If you said that reading Joe at the Zoo would be more appealing, then we should hang cause I think so to. ;)

Okay

In times so dark and so frail we turn to others in time of need. Sometimes the person we turn to is feeling just as upset and frail as we are, but it still helps to know that someone else cares how you feel, how you're doing, and I bet they love it just as much as you do to know that you care about them.
I lost my Grandma on Saturday. It was a terrifying experience, because my dad, grandpa, and sibblings were in Lake Powell when she passed and my mom and I were in California. We had no way of getting ahold of the rest of my family, until finally my uncle sent the park rangers looking for their licence plate number.
But, it really just makes you think, doesn't? Of how, even though everyone is feeling so much sorrow and it's just very upseting for everyone in the family, you can turn to each other and find even more love before. Death is a real eye-opener for most, that you should keep your loved ones close to your heart and never take them for granted. It sure was for me. When I lost my Grandpa on my mom's side all I remember was how fun it was to spend time with my aunt and my cousins I see rarely. I remember it was sad too, but I know my grandpa would have loved that I remembered how much of a good time sharring love and sorrow that we did than remember how mad and sad and broken-hearted we were. I don't think anyone wants anyone to be broken hearted.
So just remember that, although you should be upset, and it's great to be upset and depressed, think of all the love you're sharing and all the people that are supporting you and loving you with all the fibers of their being, and it will be okay. I promise.

I am the walrus...Cough cough achoo!

Motivation. Some kids have it, some kids don't. Where does the most motivation come from when it comes to me? I think myself. I have this hunger to be successful that I can only fulfill if I'm the best. I know, it sounds really conceited, but it's absolutely 100% true. And by best, it doesn't necessarily mean better then everyone else. In my eyes it means, to the best of my abilities.
As some of you might have already guessed, my entry has absolutely nothing to do with the title. Very good! You passed the first test! (Just kidding, there wasn't a test so if you failed it don't cry because it's your first F. ;D) It was really because I was going to talk about the 'bug' that is going around, but I didn't feel that was my best writing style, so it kind of evolved into this. Now enough 'chitter chatter' and back on the topic.
Success. I'm going to give you some simple ideas to be successful not only in your eyes but in your community and socially. I'm going to help you find the tools you need to become what is called a social entrepreneur.
What is a social entrepreneur, you ask? Well an entrepreneurship has a few characteristics listed below:

A process of organized efforts

Pursue opportunities to create value

Fulfill wants and needs through innovation and uniqueness

Resourcefulness

Let’s start out with a process of organized efforts. If your business is unorganized and no one that works at your company knows what they are supposed to be doing you will FAIL your goal. Oooh that almost curse word again, but it's also 100% completely true. If your employees don't know what they are doing, you will fail.
Pursue opportunities to create values. What on earth could that mean? It's actually quite simple. Risk to win. It's like gambling in a way. That's what entrepreneurs are, gamblers. But they're good gamblers, that's why some of them are so rich. I'll show you and activity on opportunities a bit later.
Fulfill wants and needs through innovation and uniqueness. That means that the projects that are the most successful are the ones you care about. The ones that you have a PASSION for, if you don't LIKE what your doing, you won't give it your all. It all goes back to that little word I mentioned before. MOTIVATION!
Resourcefulness. Last but certainly not least. This means use what's around you to gain success. Simple.
Next item: Why would you even WANT to be a young entrepreneur?
There are lots of reasons I could explain that would be good in to answer this question. But there is one in particular that stares everyone right in the face. Youth advantage.
Many kids our age aren't doing this. They play video games, date, all that fun stuff. But youth is a PRIME time to get recognition and, my favorite, money. You won't be cute for long. Flaunt it.
Okay, as promised an interactive activity!!
Okay let's think about creating a time machine...Is this a great IDEA or a great OPPORTUNITY?
If you said idea, you're right! Sure, it would be REEALLY nice to have a time machine, I know I probably would go back a couple times and remind myself to do something like turn in my honors contract on time or something, but right now we do not have the right technology to make it possible, and if we did it would probably cost millions of dollars.

Now, let's consider a party planning company. Is that a great IDEA or a great OPPORTUNITY?

If you said opportunity, you're right! Let's face it, kids like to party! It gets us off the street and into a fun environment. You will have pleanty of business and make lots of money. It would be a good risk or gamble, if you bet on the odds of getting business. That's what makes it a great opportunity.

Now, finally, let's look at a lemonade stand. Is this a great IDEA or a great OPPORTUNITY?

If you said both, you're right! Let's take a closer look. If you opened a lemonade stand in Antarctica, how much business would you get? Very little, right? Now if you opened your business in the middle of New York City when the heat index is 110, how much business would you get? A TON!! If you live somewhere where the weather benifits you, it is a great opportunity, but if you live somewhere where there really isn't a need, it's a great idea, but not an opportunity.

If you read all of this entry, I am sincerely proud. Comment and tell me becuase if this interested you at all I've got a few items I'll take to you to get you set up with something that would help you start your own business. It's called Youth Venture and it's a FABULOUS organization that supports youth striving to make an impact.

.:9/11:.

I was working on some other homework, trying to figure out what to write for my last 250 something words for this week when I noticed the date, September, 11. Four years ago there was a tragedy, but that tragedy pulled us as a nation closer together.
Where was I four years ago? I remember that day like the back of my hand. I was in fifth grade, spectrum student going to this school called Cook Elementary because I decided to do spectrum as soon as I entered 5th grade and spectrum at my original school was full. Anyway, my mom and dad had to work and a woman from my neighborhood agreed to pick me up and drive me to this school about 15 minutes away. I got into her car and we drove a while before she turned up the radio and informed me on what she thought was a "drunk pilot" that was "driving to low in the air". We really had no idea what was going on, I though it was awful but almost cast it aside anyway. I was anxious to get to school and talk to the other kids about what had happened, since I was completely and utterly clueless.
When I got to school, and at my school you had to wait outside until the five minute bell rang, I saw a group of my classmates huddled around the door discussing what was going on. I told them what my neighbor had told me, for we all had no idea the truth of this event. Soon, the history 'geek' in our class arived and rushed over to us, telling us the news. We were stunned into silence, unable to talk but still able to cry. We saw as tears streamed down ours and our peer's faces in complete horror of what we had learned. The five minute bell rang, and in silence we all walked to class.
I disliked my teacher that year with a passion, and she knew it, but I couldn't help feeling sorry for her as she bawled and shook her head as she watched the TV screen, unmoving. She told us as she wept that her daughter was getting on a plane that day, from Boston where the terrorists had taken off. She was terrified that her daughter wouldn't be alright.
We continued with our lessons that day, although we were all tearstained and didn't even THINK of going to recess, instead we stayed inside and watched the news. We had long indepth dicussions of what was to happen, what we should do. Some thought this wasn't for real, that what we were watching on the screen and heard on the radio was just some...cruel joke. It wasn't, it was too real infact To real for our fifth grade minds to comprehend.
Now that I'm older and more mature I realize how devistating it was for me as a young child. But in a way, it has helped me mature and become more aware of what the world is really like. It makes me strive to help countries in the world that experience this EVERYDAY. We are truely blessed to live in a nation where we are so fortunate that it completely devistates us when an event like that happens. And, we are truely blessed that we live in a country, where in time of trouble we unite together and join as one again, and help heal our wounds and make us stronger. E pluribus unum, no phrase could discribe our country better.

What I did over the Weekend...aka Hurricane Katrina: What can you do to help

You might think that you are too young, that you don't have any talents, and no way to help. You may say the only way to help someone is to give them money, or food, or water. I'm not saying that isn't a good way to help, I'm just saying that's not the only way. I'm sure a kid that lost there home and toys in the flood would really appreciate if you sent them your old beat up stereo and a CD of a band you don't like anymore. They would love it if you and your friends got together and make a video expressing your sympathy and how much this nation cares that they are suffering. Use your creative abilities to do something that will impact somebody else’s life! Contact your Mayor or Governor and ask them how you can use your time doing something that could help.
Now, I believe that most of the adults in leadership positions are doing the wrong thing with their time. Yes, they are getting people out, but they are also spending vital hours playing the blame game trying to decide whose fault it is that this happened. It was a terrible event, everyone knows it was, but in was no ones fault except Mother Nature, and yes, we should have gotten more people out but what's past has past and it isn't going to change by finding the so called "source" of the problem.
Since the "authority figures" are bickering over pointless nonsense, the nation turns to the youth to make a difference. Youth around the world raised hundreds of thousands of dollars to help the tsunami victims, and now we must join as a nation and do the same for our own country, and the people who are suffering.

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