After Stuban's tragic death, Fairfax County Public Schools (FCPS) is under high scrutiny for their strict disciplinary zero-tolerance policy. Stuban is the second student in two years to commit suicide after being suspended in FCPS.
As I sit at home, finding myself nostalgic about being pushed and shoved in Blair Boulevard during lunch, I've realized that my feelings about leaving are not clear-cut jubilation, but those of ambivalence and deep sadness.
JD Salinger was a man who understood the angst-filled, awkward years of young adulthood better than anyone. His famous best seller "The Catcher in the Rye" revolutionized literature. Although "Catcher" was criticized initially, reading the novel has now become a vital rite of passage into adulthood.
As a senior, I've admittedly had a difficult time sitting down and focusing on the piles of homework that I have (second semester, you're almost here!). Recently, with final exams, I've found myself having an even harder time staying on track. And, in all of my distracted glory, I've gotten myself a Twitter.
If you have ever conspired to create Polyjuice Potion after reading a Harry Potter book with every intention of transforming yourself, then you can join the ranks of former President George W. Bush.
I would consider myself a pretty compliant student. Okay, compliant may be too strong of a word...but I generally complete all my assignments, maintain a low-key profile in class and I've rarely sought beef with the staff.
Recently, Fairfax County transportation planners developed a no-cost proposal to deliver high school students to school later in the morning, possibly pushing the starting bell to 8:30 a.m. from 7:20 a.m. Excuse me while I find a suitable outlet for my jealousy.
In my first period class, I am one of a handful of students who regularly stands up and recites the Pledge of Allegiance. On some days, I do so even though my teacher continues lecturing right through InfoFlow. With the relentless stream of information about the structure of atoms going in one ear and straight out the other, it's often difficult to concentrate on either chemistry or patriotism: "I pledge allegiance...electrons...flag...molecule...liberty...bond...all." What a riot.
As my junior year came to a close, I promised myself that I would start all my college stuff over the summer. In fact, I went so far as to "start" on a recommendation packet (resume, questionnaire, college list, the works - juniors, expect to get these soon) before school even ended - the exact date was June 13, 2008. And that's how far I had gotten - name, date, typed-out questions. Nothing else.
I was shocked when I heard about the death of Tai Lam last Saturday. He was so young and had so much to live for. An honor student, a member of the wrestling team and fashion club, Tai was clearly a popular kid. He made so many friends in just the first two months of school. Last week, the impact he had on Blazers was obvious. A purple-and-white haze enveloped the hallways, and bowed heads and tears were no strange sight.
It happened again on Thursday. I was rushing down the hall, hefting my enormous backpack and cumbersome tennis bag when I heard the warning bell ring. I was so close. I had one hand on the door to the girls' bathroom, but I resigned myself to a sixth period of discomfort, fearing the wrath of my editors should I arrive late to Silver Chips.
It was three minutes before the 7:25 late bell and I was frantically dashing to my first period class. Before I could sprint through the University Blvd. entrance, I was halted by security requesting my ID. I halted, fishing though the abyss that is my humongous backpack to find nothing but an ID from last year. Attempting to be sly, I tried to flash the back of it, thinking that I could avoid that fact that the front of it was last year's red instead of this year's white.
There was a small black bag sitting on a cafeteria table today at the beginning of 5A lunch, alone and unguarded. A girl approached the table and, not knowing what to think of the lone, small black bag or who it belonged to, quietly sat down in her normal seat. Moments later, her friends came in and, also disregarding the small black bag, sat down with her. It seemed like another peaceful and uneventful lunch period, until the very angry owner of the small black bag appeared at the scene.
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