Does Creationism Have a Place in Public School?

No.

Tsk tsk

And when I saw that headline on the LATimes here, I was very befuddled. Since I don’t feel like writing a several page long essay trying to tap into the small brains of creationists, I’ll try to do so in a few short paragraphs.

Let’s begin with a couple of little things called facts. Facts are what you teach children in school. Children do not need their heads filled with hearsay or so called “faith-based facts” that rely on gut instincts. Children need to know what is actually true, because information is power, and the more knowledge you have, the better your short time on Earth here is going to be.

And secondly, let’s remember how you are supposed to make logical conclusions. You are supposed to form a hypothesis (well done religion, you make it this far), and then gather as much proof and evidence (this is where ol’ God loses it) to back up your hypothesis. This is how the great scientists and thinkers of time have always done it, and how it should be taught. Scientists, atheists, anti-theists and evolutionists understand that to understand the world you must have proofs for your beliefs. It is the creationists who need to supply proof for what they believe. Science has been doing this for years and years. It baffles me how something so blatantly false and fabricated as religion and creationism can be even thought about for curriculum in schools.  Once some proof other than some burnt toast comes forth for religious beliefs, I’ll stick with the side that supplies the logic.

Boom.

Ronnie Fieg

The big news in the sneaker community is often dominated by Nike, Jordan, and Adidas. Occasionally, an Asics, New balance, and recently Puma sneaker appears to become a phenomenon. These are often attributed to small sneaker boutiques and collaborations. The story of the owner of both Kith boutiques, one in Manhattan and one in Brooklyn, is a classic rising from nothing to the top of their field.

Ronnie Fieg has created some of my favorite designs of any sneaker. He has collaborated on countless gel lyte III’s including popular models such as the “Salmon Toe”, “leather back” and the upcoming “selvage denim”
The Famous Salmon Toe

Leather Back

The upcoming Selvage Denim Asics Gel Lyte 3

He started at David Z, a popular shoe and boot store in New York. Here he moved up in the ranks from stock boy all the way up to buyer for the store. It was here that he was able to realize his passion for sneakers. Working at a place like David Z or Kith is a dream of mine, but I am stuck at a boarding school during the school year. He moved on to start Kith, his own sneaker boutique in New York city which has been massively successful and has started his own clothing brand by the same name.

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I Am the Last.

These days my English and US History classes are both learning slavery.
It reminds me of a book called “Ishi” which we read for English10 Honors last year.
Because as learning more and more of them, right now I can feel their loneness for being the only one or the last one.
Here is my poem dedicated to the book “Ishi,” called I am the Last.

Staring around,
the darkness of becoming extinct enveloped me
the loneliness of independence embraced me
the silence of emptiness devoured me
I am the last.

Standing there,
with my eyes indistinct by tears
with my lips sealed by the reality
with my hands tenacious by unfamiliarity
with my heart quivery facing a radically different world
I am the last.

Crying here,
I am trying to explore my own sky
I am attempting to breathe deeply with the bleeding air
I am here
In my new world.

Everything changes on me
But one thing cannot be neglected forevermore is

I am the last.

Of Queens and Kings

We’re silly fools
with our petty fights
We have petty dreams
and sleepless nights

We lie awake
and think up things
New lives and loves
of queens and kings

We dream and wish
of things above
And get lost in
what never was

The years, they pass
the time grows thin
Our lives have flown
and we don’t know when

We spent true time
thinking up a throne:

That our own has fallen?
how we should have known

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Friends Down the Drain

I don’t even know what to say anymore. I’m at a loss for words at this point. Always tryin’ to keep up with everyone else just gets so tiring now and I’m just sick and tired of everything. I don’t care about them anymore since it seems that they don’t really care about me. I’m not sure how much it really matters.

I try to channel the belief of the Honey Badger. The belief that nothing affects me is a lot to take. It’s a huge responsibility.

I’m up to it. I want to not care anymore. But not caring is different than being ignorant. It’s just what I do. It’s me.

I want to be able to persevere through anything that may stand in my way. Any obstacle must become invisible. Nothing can stop me. Yet, emotion always seems to drive me backwards. I don’t understand the struggle of keeping momentum going.

It sucks to lose people because of who you are. It’s inevitable but it sucks. My mentality suits me. It doesn’t always suit those around me. Unfortunately, I can’t change what I know to be me.

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A.P. World History

For those of you who go to the Ojai Valley School, you will have heard of Mr. Alvarez. For those of you don’t, Fred Alvarez is the Humanities, A.P. World History, World History, and Journalism teacher.

The double faced mug sitting on the bookshelf in the corner of his classroom, printed with both “Mr. Muffin” and “Mr. Evil,” says it all. Mr. Alvarez’s classes are among the hardest.

Last year, I was in the Freshman Humanities class. He tortured us, assigning a reading journal almost every night. Extra Credit was rare, and when it did come along, it was in the form of fishing or writing a song.

Humanities is that class you talk about, complain about, go to sleep thinking about, and secretly love.

A.P. World History is very similar. At the beginning of the year, Mr. Alvarez warned us of the insurmountable amounts of reading we would have as homework.

He was not kidding.

The majority of class stopped reading after Chapter 4. We are now on Chapter 12. Every Wednesday is “Essay Day”, where we assigned a prompt and given a little over an hour to complete an essay, which will then be picked apart, criticized, and graded by the class. Public humiliation at it’s finest.

Despite the ridiculous amounts of reading and essay writing, I learn the most from those classes. I walk in the door excited about the next 45 minutes, and I have fun. A.P. World History challenges me to do the best I can.

The Blog is Snowing!!

Hello folks, I haven’t talked to you in a bit.

I hopped on WordPress to see what was going on and to see what people have been saying on here only to find that the blog was snowing.

There are little white dots sprinkling down on the homepage banner and down through the blogs and pictures.

If it is just mine I will be a little bit worried, but I swear the blog is snowing.

Merry Christmas!

HO! HO! HO!

Purple Touch.

Music is an old friend for me.
A friend whom I can talk whatever to.
A friend who helps me heal the wounds.

I started playing piano when I was five.
Yes. I fell in love with it at the moment I met it.

And when I heard the voice for the first time, I felt that I would die for it.
I dreamed there would be one day,
one day that my fingers could dance with the  keys.

That was the purple touch.
I touched them with curiosity but also fear.
Then I began to know it.

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Faced with insurmountable odds life succeeds.

This may be my favorite trait of life.

The resilience and adaptation to our environment has literally made us who we are today.

When I lose myself to the stresses of every day life I think of the odds that I would succeed to this point.

I am an insignificant group of cells in the overall scheme of things

yet the success of my genetic material has been traced back to the first genetic organism.

I share a piece of genetic material and family with every single living organism on the planet.

Although this pertains to every human on the planet not just me.

The whole of life can be looked at as various mutations and blind luck.

I am happy because that means there is always room for opportunity when all seems lost.