Raising Voting Ages to 25?

I may have no interest to vote, well for this election for that matter. Everyone running this year is completely horrible... we have Bernie, our communist, Hillary, one who's expected to get arrested any time soon, and Trump, our... well lets just hope he doesn't win AT ALL, cause if he does, forget about the "American Dream" my friend. But that's besides the point, irrelevant. Point is that there are many kids my age that are like me, we know about office and all these things, we deserve to vote. We used to go to war and fight for our country, so why cant we decide who runs our country? Its honestly unfair, us 16 year olds can do many other things other than vote, don't people know that if we were able to vote we can bring up the numbers and replace those who don't vote with our votes? Many adults act more like 16 year olds than we may. They don't work, they're hands down lazy, know nothing about politics, that they don't even vote, and if so, they don't ever know who they're voting for. You trust me with a car, some states even trust kids with drinking, but not to vote? If the fear of government is having 16 year olds vote for someone who destroys our country, they shouldn't be because we are well on our way to a collapsing empire. The fear should be of those who vote for Donald trump...  like c'mon, seriously who chose these people to run for office?? This situation is more confusing than common core geometry.

I'd be lying if I told you that I totally remembered to blog, because as late as this is, you would know that I totally forgot to blog. Guess winter break just got me a little too excited... I remembered to blog only because it's Wednesday and winter break is about halfway through :(. But that's irrelevant, besides the point. Before winter break, we finished reading Lord of the Flies and we also watched the movie that was in black and white, which wasn't at all that bad. 

 

There was a part of the book where the kids were being whipped and let me tell you... In the movie that totally caught me off guard and I totally forgot about that part... All i managed to do was laugh, it was unexpected because I guess I didn't picture it to be as it was in the film . The kid was completely naked! And don't even get me started about the noises he was making that were meant to sound like he was in 'pain'. There was pretty strong comments said in the movie that don't seem so bad when they're being read in your head but once it comes out of a 12 year olds mouth it's just like, "watch your profanity". It was a bummer that it was black in white but I hope that soon someone will make one in color Rated R, showing the pig actually talking and all the other things that they missed in the black and white film, producers should know that it's the smallest things they tend to miss that also count. But over all it was a book that turned out to be pretty good.

And that's what I'm talking about ... A movie as great as this picture in color! 

It's been weeks ago when Mr. Jackson gave a lesson about two things that caught my attention. He talked to us about being left out...

It's not the best feeling in the world when you know that you're being left out on things. Wether it be hanging out with your friends or just having a conversation with them. It really makes me think about how people may feel when I've left them out, because I'd be lying to you if I said that I've never left someone out on something before and if it's not too late, I'm very sorry for that. If I have ever been left out, I'm glad I don't know about it, because now that I've heard how people have felt, I can only wonder about the feeling. But I've also learned that it's okay to give those the gift of your absence wen they may not appreciate your presence...

I also recall a lesson about rules you live by. I feel as if these rules should apply to anyone... Everyone. But as I've noticed, everyone seems to set different rules down for themselves. Rules that may only apply to them and not anyone else. Wether it be because of religion, the way you think, or how you were raised, these rules are different to everyone. Sometimes people may look at you funny or talk because maybe you're more honest or maybe you're more conservative, because maybe the rules you live by are different. But that's so wrong because people should just let you rock... I mean that's why there's diversity because we're all different . I'm not saying it's okay to go around doing the wrong. I'm saying that just because my rules don't apply to yours doesn't mean I'm any different... I'm still a person, It shouldn't give anyone a right to judge me .These are the rules I live by... Be original, have determination for your goals and ambitions, and treat others as you wish to be treated. Maybe yours are different. 

As I read this part of the book, I read about the struggles for David to get food. Living in his own home and trying to work hard to get food at only 6 years old. I don't know how a mother could be so cruel. This part of the book reminds me of the Holocaust. All the children that suffered in there working to get a fraction of bread and not even half a bowl of soup. That's David. He tries his best to be a 'good boy' so that his mother could at least give him left overs, he tries really hard to be a good boy but this starving has lead him to steal food at school.

"On weekends, to punish me for my thefts, Mother refused to feed me. By Sunday night, my mouth would water as I began to plot new, foolproof ways to steal food without getting caught."

In the First Amandment we hear about the right for us to have freedom of speech, to say what you want. Government can't punish you for it, they can't stop you from saying what you think or feel. You should be able to say anything you want whenever you want, not be instructed when to do so... That's just crazy to me, I mean if they tell you when you can and cannot speak then who tells them when they can or cannot speak, it just doesn't work that way.

"I tried to tell her that I missed her, but Mother refused to let me speak. I tried once more and Mother dashed to the bathroom, snatched a bar of soap and crammed it down my throat. After that I was no longer allowed to speak unless I was instructed to do so." Freedom of speech in his own house is a right David does not have...

He went on to saying "I lick the burn and soothe my throbbing arm...The pain... I wanted to scream, but I refused to give Mother the pleasure of having a reason to 'punish' me once more tonight."

2-3

Have you ever been so scared of something that just with the sight of it or even the sound of whatever it is just terrifies you? I know that the sound of a hissing snake scares the life out of me and it's picture gives me goosebumps. Well this little boy feels like that about his mother, when once upon a time she was so loving and now her once nurturing voice has changed to that of a wicked witch.

How can one be so afraid of the person who gave them life? I mean isn't that one of the people that doesn't want to hurt you, doesn't want to see you in pain? I guess it isn't like that for everyone, and I'm sorry for them. Your mom should be the person you respect, after all she carried you for 9 months and she struggled with helping you grow and succeed in all the places you needed to succeed. But what if that one person doesn't care if your hurt, they make you feel terrified. How can you have such respect for them? 

2-2 A Child Called "It"

"I turn away from the Rays as a single tear runs down my cheeks... I'm free?" 

At the end of the first chapter I stumbled across this quote... It really got to me and it was such a weird feeling at first because I've never really read books like this before. Crazy how things such as a book can make you feel many emotions, scared, confused , sad, happy. The first chapter in itself got me feeling scared for this little boy who's being mistreated by his own mother. I always wonder what it's like for those kids who don't have parents and I think about how awful that is but this book is making me think about how much better it would be not to have such a parent if they mistreat you. I'm lucky enough to say that I have both my parents. To be honest I wouldn't know where I would be without them.  

This little boy is finally free, he's learned to put excuses for his mothers beatings, but most of all how to become an expert at lying. He's only 4. Never had a touch of freedom for he only knows what it's like to live inside a closet, do chores, and if he's a 'good boy', gets a taste of food from his brothers leftovers. It breaks my heart to read such a book and have to imagine that someone once went through this, and sometimes I sit here and take what I have for granted , the freedom this little boy did not have.