Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; Why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 -year- old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Tylenol, sun lotion or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion. Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault. Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim.
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
A friend posted this and aside from laughing, I was reminded of the ridiculous events of yesterday.
Yesterday, 4 other girls and I were called to the office at the end of the day to be told that we dressed like sluts. :/ WHUT.
Not only was it humiliating and degrading, the principal told us he was going to start punishing us if we didn't start dressing more appropriately. I'm speaking for all but one of these girls, we DON'T dress slutty or provocatively at all. Sure, we wear scoop-necks and v-cut tops ALOT, but they're always either paired with a cami underneath to hide the boobage or not even cut deep enough to matter. Anyway, the only reason we were sent to the office about it is because the teachers said they heard boys talking about our boobs.
UH, SO? THEY'RE BOYS. They'll talk about boobs weather they're covered up or not. Why is it that we're treated like criminals for wanting to dress NICELY and the real criminals, those sick, disgusting boys, don't even get a slap on the wrist? We could wear a nun's uniform and they'd still make some sexual comment. :/
It just makes me mad that they have the balls to call us to the office, tell us we're purposely wearing the things we do to drive these boys mad, and then tell us to go get a new wardrobe or we'd have to wear these hideous shirts that'd further point out the fact that they think we're skanky. That's stupid on so many levels.
It's as if these stupid people have nothing to complain about, so they pick on the tiniest things. Bitching about our shirts was really grasping for straws, because they REALLY aren't bad.
I really, really hate my school. D: