Headlines or Tales

So now it seems that the art girl is thinking about something that has never before crossed her mind. Since the beginning of my senior year, I’ve been writing pieces for Mr. Nantz’s class and most of them were pretty good I guess. Many held a certain style that’s all my own with all the hidden jokes and political pokes I wanted to make but I really never thought anything of it. Writing for that class was never like writing because you had to, it was writing because you had the opportunity to. Big difference.

Then Yearbook came around and it 'made mesuffer, it's my lot in life' as I read some of the worst writing that had ever adorned the page. The articles weren’t hard; two paragraphs saying what this sports team did during the season, or what this club has accomplished. Written to compliment the pictures that covered each individual page, many of the articles merely insulted the photographs. Note to Cait: kids can take pictures with a $500 camera, but not an article with a .25 cent pencil. Point made to the competence of the new generation.

See, I was never one to dismiss the Senior Project as just another time consuming hurdle for the senior’s to overcome, but rather, an opening for practice that many people in our school don’t get: the chance to write and do what they want for the betterment of the community. I mean, BESIDES the whole ‘I helped the community, bleh, bleh, bleh’ part, the writing part was made much as writing is in the real world. A report on procedure and purpose as according to the steps and guidelines given by the governing body of the project, South Laurel. Unfortunately, this year it was taken out of the curriculum and now half of the 2005 graduating class doesn’t even know how to spell ‘Graduation’.

My point, is this

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That many of the students at South usually don’t think of writing as something you can do, but much more likely, something you must do. It’s very sad….

So as I sit here and think about it, it occurs to me that I am, in fact, the anti-child if that is, in fact, the case. Considering my blogging record, my portfolio which I fought for, my current 10.0 entertainment value to the general populace, and the fact that the UK Journalism and Communications College sent me a letter-o-congrats!, I’ve been considering a few things when it comes right down to my major.

Indeed, a Major Problem [This pun brought to you by the ‘Oh, you think you’re sooooo pun-ny’ Commission.]

Lately, I’ve been considering my options. Looking at my friends, the ones already attending UK, Western, and Cumberland, I’m thinking about what I want to do. Yes, I do want to take part in theater. I would love to act, I’d enjoy writing plays, I would die to be able to direct one, but that’s not, perhaps, what I should be thinking about. If I went to UK, I could take part in the acting program no matter what. A few auditions, perhaps, but nothing major, and considering the college program’s reputation for needing actor[esses], I may have odds on my side.

As I’ve thought about it and wondered what I would like to do, enjoy, and most important, what I could live off of, three seems to be an obvious choice right in front of me, but I’ve not seen it because let’s face it, I have bad eyes. What I can do, still use my creativity in make money, and make a difference…hmm…..

Well, it’s completely slipped my mind. I’ve only been told by Nantz to be an English major several times, I was only one of 7 to take the AP English IV test, I have been known to edit Corey’s work seeing as he is a Journalism Major at UK already. Yeah, that’s right, I’m thinking about Journalism now. It’s not because of my parents, Corey, or Chris changing his once again. It’s because I need to think long term instead of ‘what will I have fun doing’, I should think, ‘what will I be satisfied doing’. Paint a picture or paint a wall….

Maybe I can still write screenplays like I’d like to do, though I don’t seem to have much of a knack for it. Good scenes, good ideas, but not much merit and I always seem to slight the fact that it needs a plot. *shrugs* oh well. Now, the decision’s not final, but I’m allowed to contemplate it at least; leave it open as an option.

But to think, there’s also so much good I can do for the people [And next up for Miss America…Caitlin O’Leary…*applause*……freakin’ no, that’s not what I meant]. I meant that this world is slowly dying. It’s losing it’s will to live. In a country today that has boys fighting in a war to save us, all we can think to do is cheer them on to their faces, yet turn our backs in shame when they turn to fight an enemy that’s only thought in killing us is ‘how many?’ our media today is shaped slowly by the fact that communities want to give instead of teach, to help, yet secretly hinder. Lies, scandal, intrigue [Danger! Suspense! Ok, I’ll stop..]

But what can I do about it? Can I write the truth with the intent to keep a nation’s mind on the target. Can I save freedom from the nations intent to implode on top of it? Is it possible for me, as a writer to save millions of lives the suffering of living under socialism disguised as the democracy that is set before us?

No. but I can sure try.