I Used A Vocab List 8 Word In My Blog Today

Today I would like to blog about how stupid it is that the Fayette County Public Schools administration won't call obvious snow days until 5:30 in the morning. I believe that this topic is relevant enough to school to blog about.

    Firstly, let's look at some facts. Fayette county ices their roads primarily with a Sodium Chloride compound salt. What rock salts like NaCl do is create a freezing point depression. This means that they simply lower the freezing point of water by disturbing chemical equilibrium. Sodium Chloride is capable of ionizing and doing this until temperatures drop below 20 degrees F, in which case the salt simply forms a layer of salt over the ice and no ionization occurs. Currently, the temperature outside is far below that, especially considering wind chill. I am aware that they also store in their reserves salt brine and liquid calcium chloride, which are effective until temperature drops well below 0 degrees. However, these are stored and used in much less quantity because they are more expensive. As well, they are generally applied before anticipated conditions, and we saw little of this happening during the day today before the onset of the storm. For the board to sit there and say that conditions have a good enough chance of being sufficiently better on the roads by tomorrow morning , it seems that they are not taking anything into consideration except for their own rudimentary insight which seems to simply include the effect of "time" and "is it still snowing or not?". The de-icing procedures that have been implemented today seem to simply have been "not enough" to have prevented such horrible driving conditions as the ones that Fayette county citizens have experienced well on into the night.

My point is that by waiting until 5:30 in the morning to call off school, the FCPS administration is wasting working parent's time who need to hire babysitters, employed students who could have scheduled to work extra shifts if we had known school was cancelled much earlier than 5:30 am, and the time of dedicated students who could be sleeping rather than staying up till 3 am just to do their homework. This is preposterous (note the use of a vocab list 8 word used. Go AP lit!).

Cavemen Who Obviously Made Bad Life Choices.

      Too many people are saying that they hated the ending of The Road. Well, for me at least, hating the ending isn't enough. I hate the entire book. Something about the constant bleakness and lack of light in both a metaphorical and literal sense reminded me too much of winter, which is also bleak and lacking in light. During this process of pondering, I am always reminded that "oh yeah, it's winter outside right now!", and then I am lost in a pool of depression. You know, there is this theory that humans almost always become more depressed in the winter because - naturally - our ancestors spent the entire season hibernating. This means that it is in our DNA to hibernate just like all other sensible mammals who know how to make good life choices.We are all sad because we should be hibernating, too. But we aren't. Instead we're blogging at 11:40 pm and eating cheerios because we have to. So, to whatever caveman thousands of years ago who said to himself "LOL hey we should try to stay awake all winter #YOLO"...I have three words for you: bad life choice. It is only now, in 2013, that we have finally realized that any idea preceding the phrase "YOLO" is usually a bad life choice. Our entire species has made a bad life choice.

    There is, however, one aspect of The Road that I really did like: the ending. Sure the dad dies. But hey, the dad wanted to die. The only thing that kept him from doing so was the need to protect his son. The way that I see it, the son's presence on earth didn't make the father's wish to live any bigger than it already was. Rather, it gave him a sense of duty and obligation; because he loved his son he had to look out for him. When the father dies, he is torn from his misery and hopefully gets to be reunited with everybody that he has lost. The father has also accomplished his goal. For the entire novel, the father had one thing in mind: his son's safety. Some may argue that reaching the coast was his main goal. I think that he knew within at least 50 miles of the coast that nothing in the atmosphere would be any different - the sky would not be lighter, the ash would not disappear, and civilization would still be wrecked. When the father dies, his son is taken into safe and loving hands with a family that looks after him and has faith. Henceforth, the goal of the entire novel has been accomplished. High five on that one, Cormac McCarthy!

College Essays and How I am Not Inspired

       Right now I am convinced that I am the only person in the world who has procrastinated their college admission's essays. The past few months I have justified my procrastination as acceptable for several reasons: Firstly, I am only applying to one college. Secondly, I don't even want to go to college. Thirdly, I've already written enough scholarship essays and I don't see how I could possibly take any more essay-writing torture. Fourthly (if 'fourthly' is in fact a word), I can't imagine how my writing, especially with those terrible essay prompts, would especially charm any admissions officer over any other essay that has been written thus far by students who are far more eloquent writers than myself. But before you start judging me too harshly, just know that my situation isn't completely terrible - I've already finished 2 of the 3 admissions essays. What makes that third essay so hard to write is the fact that nothing I have learned in school has ever really inspired me, and so now I have absolutely no truthful way to address the prompt. In fact, I don't think that school has ever inspired me at all. I am hardly ever interested in the facts and concepts that we are forced to sit in a classroom and learn every day...in fact, I have a hard time even being interested at all. What really inspires me are people and what I see them do in the every day world; they overcome struggles, invent things, help others...just all of this stuff. I even think that my teachers are inspiring because how on earth does somebody stand in a class room and handle a bunch of teenagers who would very obviously rather be doing something else? And how does somebody read through 60 different essays on the exact same topic when the handwriting is barely even legible? I don't even know but it blows my mind. Another thing that inspires me is technology like computers and cell phones because how does somebody even come up with that stuff? It's just crazy. But see, I never actually learned about these things in school. So yeah, I'm still in an essay writing rut.