Thursday, December 17, 2009

Holiday Cheer

you can tell when that time is near,
that very special time of year,
when the leaves fall down and the snow piles high
holiday cheer brightens even the darkest sky
families come together as gift wrap is torn apart
it goes by so fast that it's almost time to depart
so many things to do
and so many places you can go
maybe even the radio city Christmas show
ice-skating is a must
hot chocolate and egg nog are an amazing plus
if you are lighting candles or lighting a tree
it's something you will always remember even if you're just three
laughing by the fire listening to a holiday song
you know in that moment nothing can go wrong
it's not about the presents ask anyone
it's about what happens after that is done
so you better get ready
it comes as quickly as it goes
THE HOLIDAYS ARE HERE
shout it so everyone knows

Thursday, December 10, 2009

How to Feel

I was once alone.
Dreaming, I'd put on my headset and
play the same song so long
that I'd forget the world
and
forget
how to feel.

Then, I met you.
Saw me with my music and
took off my headphones
just to say
hi.

We were together
friends or lovers
I no longer know.

I had come to love you
because
I loved your hatred
your anger
your pain.

I had come to love you
because
I loved your love
your joy
your warmth.

You were my radio channel
to the world.
I learned to feel again
because of you.

Then,
after a time,
I could no longer feel you
your anger
your joy.

And then, you could no longer tell
when I was angry
when I was alone
when I needed you.

Now I put on my headphones and
play the same song so long
to try and forget
how to feel.

-S.S. (Lisa L.)

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Morning


Darkness Turns to Light
That warm, protected feeling disappears
Blank thoughts seem to be filled w/ new ideas
Dreams turn to reality
Fears frolic w/ you
Chills rushing inside you
5 more minutes on your mind
Ring Ring Ring is all you hear
Congratulations, another day of the school year
AYJAY

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Broken

Broken

Little pieces scatter

Adrenaline rush

Overtaking the emotion of the

Broken

Bone

Feeling faint

Feeling pain

Feeling small

Compared to the size of the

Broken

Bone

The throbbing

Cracked down the middle

A whole no longer

Shock of the

Broken

Bone

Monday, November 23, 2009

My First Poem

So I'm sitting here,
Just thinking and pondering
About my first poem.

Wow I just wrote one!
Accidental creation!
In perfect format!

Again and Again,
Poems spurting out of me,
And now, I am done.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

The Pasta

Today I came home
Met up with Daniel Mor
I taught him how to...

...cook tortellini.
He was very, very bad
The pot exploded

The pot went kaboom
There was pasta on the wall
Such a waste of food.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

A Series of Pippin Haikus

rehearsal kills me.
the early days and late nights,
will they pay off soon?

get into the box!
it's time for the finale.
think about the sun...

rivers and eagles,
Pippin's corner of the sky.
extraordinary!

Catherine has a son.
she guesses she'll miss the man.
my kind of woman!

Berthe's simple joys,
feasting her belly and eyes,
she wears a beach frock.

Monday, November 16, 2009

FREEDOM

The feeling of danger in

The forest as I walk along

The silence of rebels walking

The sounds of bees buzzing their way

The wind blow the tree’s

Leaf and the frogs croaking

The wind blows slowly and slowly

The sounds of animals walk among us.

The air so gray and smoky

The soldiers bright as yellow

And the rebels invisible

And Ready to fight

Fears in their mind


Sunday, November 1, 2009

Value.

A box of chocolates, a box of candies.

A rose, a tulip, a dandelion.

A nice sweater, a good pair of pants.

A ticket to a movie, an actual movie, or an old film projector.

A nicely drawn picture, a good photo.

A nice dinner, a homemade soup, filled with good and healthy foods.

But I think the best ones…

A smile, a laugh,

A hug, a warm embrace.

A good song, a sung song.

A grin, a look of adulation.

A look in the eye, and the words, “You’re Special to me”.

I think those are the best.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Random Thought

If I had to re-learn the English language, I'd be pretty confused. Here is a great example: the word "up." Why is the word "up" so confusing?
You get "up" in the morning.
When you want to know what a word means, you look it "up" in the dictionary.
When you vomit, you throw "up."
Women sometimes put on make "up" to look pretty.
When you tell a lie, you made something "up."
When you want someone to be quiet, you tell them to shut "up."
This is why I'm thankful that I already speak English.

Flashback

Flashback

I remember walking into kindergarden class,

it was a rainy,

gray,

day,

Wearing my yellow, wet raincoat.

Stepping off the plane,

Seeing exotic things,

That I have never laid eyes on,

I was only seven years old,

Thought I had seen all the beauties in the world,

I was wrong.

I’ve smelled the most greenest grasses,

Smelled the beautiful, yet mysterious essence,

Of this strange, tropical world,

I have seen the native people of this country,

I was in Honduras.

I have traveled to El Salvador,

In search of my sister and brother,

I have eaten a

Delicious,

Mouth-watering,

Warm,

Cheesy,

Pupusa,

While drinking a

Sweet,

Sour,

Beverage called “Fresco de Mora,”

Blackberry Juice.

I have walked on my grandfather’s ranch,

Feeling out of place,

Confused,

Scared,

An American compared to my relatives.

I have rode on a beautiful, brown horse,

I have felt the warmth of chickens,

In between my palms.

I remember walking into kindergarden class,

like it was yesterday.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Iraq, the views of the ones.

Welcome to the soldier side
Where there is no one here but me
People all grow up to die
There is no one here but me

Be sure to use SOAD.

Sleep-Deprived Limerick

To school I must go in the morrow.
'Tis the origin of all my sorrow.
Luckily the night
Shall delay my stark plight.
Just wish I had more time to borrow.


--Kevin N.

Kid Cudi Lyrics- The Prayer

My heart thump not from being nervous
Sometimes I'm thinking God made me special here on purpose
So all the while 'til I'm gone make my words important so
If I slip away, if I die today the last thing you remember won't
Be about some apple bottom jeans with the boots with the fur
Baby how I dream of being free since my birth
Cursed but the demons I confronted would disperse
Have you ever heard of some **** so real
Beyond from the heart, from the soul you can feel

(Chorus)
And if I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take
But please don't cry, just know that I have made these songs for you
And if I die before I wake I pray the lord my soul to take
'cuz I'm ready for a funeral

(Verse 2)
My mind runs I can never catch it even if I got a head start
God please tell me I am feeling so alone way
I don't need to worry 'cuz I know the world'll feel this *****
Blessing in disguise but I am not hiding who I am open your eyes bro
If I ever met you, I appreciate the love yo
Girls that I dated, it's ok I am not mad yo
Unless you stabbed me in the heart, no love ho, this **** is so ill
Play it back from the top if you recognize real

(Chorus 2x)
And if I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take
But please don't cry, just know that I have made these songs for you
And if I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take
'cuz I'm ready for a funeral


The reason i thought i should blog this is because i love this song its so revealing and he really expresses his feelings in all his music!
'cuz I'm ready for a funeral (I'm ready for the funeral, I'm ready for the funeral)

Thursday, October 8, 2009

WELCOME!

bareBLOGkin is the new writers gallery for barebodkin.net. The old one was 12 years old and I thought it was time to try something different.

Only my students are able to contribute to this gallery, but anyone can read through and leave a comment if you like.

A few thoughts about submissions:

1) All writing must be original
2) Autobiographical poems, Shakespeare performance reflections, rhetorical analysis essays, and other entries from your Writer's Notebook are all welcome!
3) Feel free to leave a brief reflection on your piece in the form of a "WRITER'S STATEMENT."
4) Please sign your piece with your first name and the initial of your last name (ex. "- Jim D.")
5) Do not give your email address
6) Feel free to enhance your entry with a picture or photograph
7) This gallery is intended as a place for students to share writing that they're proud of. It's not an assignment and it doesn't receive a grade. It's merely an opportunity for students to distinguish themselves.

Check out my entry, a poem called Graffiti Artist, below.

Enjoy!

Graffiti Artist


Looking up from the page
I just barely catch
as the train pulls out
of Jamaica the words
Happy Anniversary Dianne
high on a concrete wall
in a hand unsteady from
haste or joy it’s hard to say.

Were you so completely clueless
hooting at a girl like men
on 35th St. or like a Mayan
priest out there on the
verge of electrocution
mixing moonlight and solstice
to show an angry god
you’d kill out of love?

I know.
With no other hope
or way of getting through
before disappearing you just
put some words down
any way you could.

Jim D.
WRITER'S STATEMENT: I like poems that talk about poetry and this is one I wrote about why I write poems. It acknowledges that writing is a risky, even dangerous endeavor (it takes up your time; it might fail; you might embarrass yourself; you're expressing something you might be afraid to show others...) "Graffiti Artist" came from a moment when I was on the LIRR and I saw a spray painted message in a really difficult place to get to that wished some anonymous "Dianne" a happy anniversary. It made me think about the tremendous desire that person had to express himself and the risks he took to do it (unlike the writer of the graffiti in the photo above). The phrase "I know" in the poem is so important to me that I gave it its own line. It's the moment that the speaker, passing by on his journey, identifies with another writer and shares in the understanding of what drives one to write.


Sunday, August 2, 2009

chocolate chip cookies and two day's events

Summer vacation is already halfway over and I’m already sad. I still have half of my summer homework to do and am currently ignoring it. When I look back to this summer vacation, I’m going to remember horrible times. Nothing FUN and EXCITING has happened this summer. What a poo. Yes…I just called this summer vacation poo.


The two most recent events all circle around my mom.


I mean, the one time that I am trying to be helpful by following my mom to the MSR to keep her company, I just waste a lot of time and get very very wet. We were there from before seven in the morning to past six in the evening. !!! I had to continuously go to the car to change the meter ticket because the maximum time limit for one ticket is 3 hours and then I kept on running out of quarters so I had to find some store willing to exchange my dollars. And the worst part is that it rained…HARD…and I had no umbrella. The highlight of that day was that I got to try out the Paris Baguette bakery (in flushing) and I finally got to try a crepe (but I had to wait about an hour for this one and the worker there yelled at me and got very angry when I tried to take a picture of one of the displays...but I did take pictures...kekeke). I ordered a crepe with Nutella, strawberries, chocolate ice cream and whipped cream. I felt like throwing up in the end....and almost did...but it was worth it!









This is the display for two different crepes. The one on the top has strawberries, nutella, whipped cream, and chocolate syrup. The bottom one has whipped cream and oranges.


Then yesterday, my mom took me to the beach, but the description words from her mouth and the actual thing was very different.


I’ll post up pictures of course but to describe the beach in few words as possible…sweltering hot, seaweed infested, rocky sand, and horse flies. The only good part was that I got to play Mario Party 5(?) on x-box and was in first place (but I had to leave before the end).


This is a picture of the rocky sand.


…NEVER AGAIN! NEVER! NEVER! NEVER EVER EVER AGAIN!


No matter how much bug spray I used…I still got bitten by mosquitoes! Right on my neck too! It looks like a person bit me………so ITCHY!


Anyways, that’s my “two events that happened that’s worth mentioning” post.


Well, as to my title for this entry, I’m going to post up another recipe I tried just last week. It’s not my most recent baking attempt, but it’s the one that I took some type of picture of so I’ll post it. This recipe is actually from the Hershey’s website. My mom is getting really angry about me baking, so I’m trying to use up all my ingredients as fast as possible before they go bad.


My friend was over so she did the mixing and I did the dishes and measuring. We ma

de Chocolate chip bars. It was very yummy and the actual recipe is for cookies but it was easier to just pour the batter, spread it out a bit and bake it rather than scooping out mounds for cookies.


So, it was successful and rather yummy. We used three different types of chocolate chips (dark, white, and semi-sweet) instead of just semi-sweet chocolate chips. YUM!


This is a pile of 3 bars. Yum! You can see the white and semi-sweet chocolate chips. Yum!

Monday, July 13, 2009

Chocolate Chip Oatmeal Cookie! YUMMERS!


Today being a Sunday, I decided that I needed a break. I had just managed to escape from a horrific day at a campsite. Ah! The bugs! The only good thing about going to the campsite yesterday is that I had the most fantastic BBQ meat and I got some much wanted reading done. Anyways, against my parents' wishes, I escaped back home (in a friend's car); and it was pouring! Although I had told my parents that I would be fine alone at home...the mind is quite amazing at conjuring up frightening images and thoughts...In the end, I only went to sleep once the sun had risen and the freaking birds would not shut up.


Once I had woken up, it was well into the afternoon and I had not eaten for the past 26 hours. Therefore, I was going to make pasta but after boiling the water, I realized that the pasta was expired 7 months ago! Well, I scraped that idea and searched around the house. The only meal that I could eat was ramen (for those that do not know, ramen is instant spicy noodles). Let me make it clear that I am a disaster in the kitchen; So I somehow managed to ruin my noodles...I don't know where I went wrong. The directions are quite simple: 1) Boil the water 2) Put in the noodles, soup powder, and dry vegetable mix 3) Cook for 4~5 minutes 4) Add egg if desired. Somewhere I went wrong and ended up with a very soupy puffy thing.

I did manage to swallow half of it and then I gave up and decided to just throw it out. At this point I touched a centipede in the sink that I thought was a scrap of food. AAAAHHHH! Yes, the fifteen minutes afterward involved a lot of soap and a lot of scrubbing and a lot of hot water. I hope that the thing drowned in the hot water (it crawled down the drain).

So in the end, I settled for making some yum-o cookies. But, I was too lazy to measure everything out first...so that created a problem with my dough...which melted because of the butter...and I substituted the dark brown sugar with light brown sugar...so that may have also created a problem...and all my cookies weren't the same size...okay, so I had a lot of problems...but it worked out somewhat in the end! I still managed to get some type of disfigured flat glob thing that tasted great!

So in celebration of making some really great tasting cookies (no matter how ugly they were), my artistic piece for this entry is a list of questions to the ingredients that were required in the recipe.

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Dear Ingredients...




Oh! I Can't Believe It's Not Butter*! can I still use you like regular butter?

Do I still need you Mr. Salt when my fake butter is already salted?

Can I replace you Mr. Dark Brown Sugar with one Ms. Light Brown Sugar?

My dear Cake Flour and APF** how old are you both exactly?

Have you gone stale my dry Oatmeal?

Why do you both come in such large quantities when I only need a tsp. each of you Mr. Baking Powder and Mrs. Baking Soda?

Why must you chocolate chips come in ounces when I can't measure you in ounces?

Ms. Vanilla! Must you spill yourself all the time?

Try not to get your shells in my dough Mrs. Egg! And are you pregnant***?

Can't all of you mix together perfectly to give me a good dough?

Why must all of you bake into some thin flat bread thing instead of a thick fluffy cookie?

Does the cookie at least taste good?





*This is the name of the butter that I use. It's made of "Sweet Cream Buttermilk" with "no trans fat" and is "naturally cholesterol free". It is also made of 60% vegetable oil spread. There is some small print so I'm guessing that it's not all too good for you. And Buttermilk isn't really that much better than butter. It's still milk mixed with some type of acid (lemon or vinegar). Well, overall, these fake butter is better than eating real butter (since real butter is all cream)...
**APF is just an abbreviated form of All Purpose Flour - a flour generally used in all types of baking and cooking
***Have you ever bought organic eggs? This usually happens in organic eggs, but if you look at the eggs carefully, after you break them, sometimes there is a tiny speck of a black thing shaped like an embryo. You're technically supposed to scrap those eggs because the eggs have been fertilized. It's actually kind of gross. I suggest that you stop buying organic eggs if this happens often; it's recommended that you crack your eggs in a separate bowl before adding them to a recipe, just to check. Organic doesn't necessarily mean better.

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These are some pictures of my cookies…




This one is a picture of the first batch….some were eaten…















This one is of the second batch…the somewhat better ones…















And to emphasize how thin these cookies were…














That’s part of my finger… these cookies are like 0.5 cm…

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So, that was the end to my entry. These are the two videos that I watched to make the cookies. It's just really one video that is split into two parts. the ingredients are as follows...I just pasted directly from the little info box at the side of the video...

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Ingredients-- this will make about two dozen cookies

1/2 cup unsalted butter
1/2 cup white sugar
1/2 cup dark brown sugar
1/2 cup cake flour
1/2 cup all purpose flour
1 1/4 blended oatmeal
1 egg
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon vanilla
4 1/2 oz of Hershey's chocolate bar ( the big bar is enough )-- if doubling this recipe, try another brand for the other chocolate, like Cadbury
6 oz of chocolate chips ( approx 1 1/4 cup ) semi sweet chocolate chips or a mix

VARIATIONS- you can also add 1/4 cup chopped nuts
you can also add peanut butter chips if you want

Bake ate 375 F for 10 minutes or 190 C for 10 minutes
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PART ONE



PART TWO



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ENJOY!

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by Anna Choo

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Walden... Life in the Woods.... essay on humans... highly disorganised

I own the book Walden(u) by Henry David Thoreau but I have not read it. The only things I know of it are the setting of Thoreau's shed/house near Concord, Massachusetts by the Walden Pond and the idea that it is a reflexion of life and the "boycott" on spiritual and material desires. All I know is: I want to do what he did. I want to pack a bag, get everything together, and venture across wherever and situate myself by a pond near a little hut (perhaps one I won't build... taking into consideration my ineptitude with architecture and any sort of construction). I will have my works or studies with my chattels and my mindset. I will sit on rocky dirt, play with grass, breathe the haze drifting up from the cold water, and I will embrace nature. 
I sit writing, looking outside the window with the crest-fallen solace of hope for the "worry-less" absence of vexations I could have in this "wild-life". The inspiration for this contemplated and envisaged lifestyle comes from a long trail of motivational quotes and life "ponderings". 
(I digress here for a bit) I understand humans are over-evolved and that we have gone beyond the established ambits of our created, natural environment. As humans, we are no greater than any other functionless species on this planet. You can say we came here to find an answer... some reason for our existence. But it should go beyond unanimity when people look at our success in averring that we have failed our supposed embarkment. To not give credit or brownie points to a superior force or deity, I must say we are only here because energy and the laws of physics coerce us to exist. We are just as important as a bacterium, a grasshopper, a cardinal, or an orangutan. Unfortunately, I know that humans have "become" too intelligent to want to consider this as we tend to think and act condescendingly towards everything else in nature as we have enthroned ourselves upon a pedestal overlooking nature as a sovereign would a layman- completely deep-sixing the truth that we are but a frivolous component of nature ourselves.
This doctrine that we are the nonpareil potentates of the world interfered and interferes with our genuine, intended purpose on this soil. Our ideas have gone from surviving and discovering nature as caveman to the repellent material infatuation and lack of care for others as striving businessmen and CEOs. We have gone from a community of selfless, co-operative Samaritans to one of hateful, selfish thieves and villains of/to morality. 
We can look at ants and bees, two of the considered "more simple" detachments-work groups with a respected social order and collaboration method/technique, and we notice that they are properly and perfectly effectuating their offices. However, as the ultra-complex, omnipotent group we are we are destined to ruin this proper lifestyle. We look at each other, not as worker and helper but as other and foreigner. We look at each other through resentful eyes, disciminating dispositions and victimising constitutions. There has yet to be a time, a day, an hour in history during which no one is slandered, oppressed, or tormented- persecuted for being of a different skin colour, religion, or mindset. 
We can put our dogmatic views back inside of us and fulfil our task as simplistic earthlings, or we can continue this revolting spurning for those of varying backgrounds. Alas, it is too late for us/this population to revoke the damage done, and we must wait until our world is completely marred- flushed of all the corruption and loathing- and a new wave of ecosystem and creatures comes to occupy the subsequent "Earth". Only then can our successors claim we are no longer to be at fault, and our pasts can be put to rest, labelled as a candid stage in the evolution of the infinity- a chapter in the book of the universe.

You might be lost, asking how this all connects to my ostensibly hasty decision to be like Thoreau in Walden(u) and to live the life in the natural setting. Well, that's okay... but this summary is the reason I would be complacent with dwelling in solitude for some good amount of time. I would have water, pure food and shelter. Perhaps I would have animal friends as well. I would have happiness and I would have myself. I find that would be spending my time productively: to get a real, honest, refreshing look at the world we were supposed to inhabit. 

Friday, April 24, 2009

Stupid report card

The house is quiet as I am once again the only person up. I stared into the computer screen trying to finish webassign when I saw that a senior had posted their grades for the third quarter up as a funny joke. A sudden feeling of anxiety washed over me as I quivered at the thought of my grades. I tried to continue working but the curiosity in my head overwhelmed me to the point that I had to find out my grades. I snuck around the house looking through some file cabinets knowing my mom had the infinite campus password somewhere. After about an hour of intense searching i found the log in and password and typed it in once but it did not let me get in. Twice, still no access. I thought my mom might have changed the password but I decieded to give it a thrid try which was successful. I was in.
I felt like a theif opening a safe for some strange reason. They were my grades that I was "stealing" after all. I decided to hold off on my grades and look at my sisters first. Yes I'm nosy. If my sister did bad then i was out of the clear since my parents would be busy scolding her. Yes I'm evil. She did decently, a mix of A's and B's but not the grades my sister told me dad which was a majority of A's. I closed her report card and took a deep breath. I told myself it didn't matter what i got when i very well knew that this is the most important year of my high school career. I opened the report card. Sigh. Not anywhere near what i wanted. What could i expect? I knew what i was gonna get. I got the grades myself afterall. It just sucked to know i could have gotten more A's if i had a point or two higher on my average in a couple of classes. Damn it. I hate grades, i hate math, i hate physics. It's gonna be another long lecture from my dad and another quarter of dissappointment to live with for me. I don't even know why i'm writing this since i have a bunch of stuff to still do and two quizzes to study for. Maybe that's why i got a B in spanish.... Well now that i got my anxiety out i guess i'll stop writing. I just have to say that Math sucks, Physics sucks, Spanish sucks, basically school sucks. Nothing personal to the teachers just the subjects.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

haiku

Miranda got me thinking about Haiku and i tried some of my own...

I have a poem
In my pocket that I must
Memorize at once 

Blossoms in spring time
Never fail to make me smile
Summer's almost here 

Not so successful experiment with rhyming... 

Warm air and cool breeze
Leaves are swaying on the trees
Pollen makes me sneeze


Monday, April 6, 2009

The Media's Audience

The media is a somewhat useful and reliable, but scary noun, place, thing, or whatever it is. It's
definitely not a person because a person is not useful or reliable. (wink wink) It is society's advocate and adversary. It can be dangerous and it can be humorous. The media can make one believe 2+2 = 7, but they also give out information helpful to you, like a picture of Rihanna after Chris Brown chewed and slapped her (like a real man 'sarcasm intended'). But why is the media so surreptitious (extra points on vocab quiz please)? Who is it targeting?

I learned in psych that peoples' brains develop and are able to view the world in different ways as they grow older. When they are born, they tend to have a self-centered type of view. They want everything for themselves, not having any knowledge of the process called "sharing and caring." When they are around 7, they get out of that shell. They see the world in other peoples' shoes. When they get older and older, people look more and more into the meaning of life, and the meaning of the pursuit of happiness.

In one of my SAT prep tests, I found a passage. It was, obviously, about the media. I don't have the test with me, so I can't credit or quote the author. Anyhow, I can still summarize it and give my opinion about it.

The passage said that the audience that media wants to target is the children. That was the whole argument of the passage. For my opinion, I 99.9% agree with it, the other .01% is that I think the media also targets senile people in nursing homes with the same brain that of a baby. The reason why I agree though is because children don't have that "seeing life in a different way" ability. They also need the mother's attention and the mother always responds to the baby's wants and needs. So, basically, the media persuades, the kid abides, and the mom complies. The media gets the most out of children that way because the adults listen to children, not the media.

Now for my opinion about the media. I think the media is bad. I think some things should be censored by the government. Some people are against government censorship saying, "We have the freedom to control and blah blah blahhhh!", but what if your children saw American Pie: Band Camp on the television? Would you still fight for the outlandish cause? The media is the making of a crazy guy, like Michael Moore. You might not think that the media is influencing you in any way, but it is affecting the people that affect you.

P.S. [also, watch out for China, it is said that it will take over the world soon]
-Andrew I.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

My Persuasive Essay- Why We Should Reinstate an Open Campus

(I have chosen to not post my intro and a few other sentences, as some may find them offensive)


“The welfare and safety of our students is our first priority,” “safety is the primary reason,” and, “the location of our school is not conducive to an open campus” are three of the main arguments school authorities have made against open campus. These arguments are reasonable in that school officials do not want to be held accountable for irresponsible actions students take off school grounds. However, the effects of disallowing adolescents to go out into the “real world” during school hours, are severely limiting students’ ability to make responsible decisions independently. One parent from North Shore said, ''I don't think kids learn responsibility by leaving school, and parents who work like to know that their children are in school and are safe.'' This statement coincides with my belief that the effects of closing campus are severely sheltering and over-protecting young adults. It is completely rational for parents to worry about their children, but there comes a point in life when parents must minimize the amount of decision-making they carry out for their children, and balance their fears with the need to prepare kids for independence in the coming years.
According to the New York Times, many Long Island high schools decided to implement an open campus ten years ago because of inadequate space to accommodate large numbers of students. In more recent years, Great Neck South’s population has tripled, and many changes have been made in order to satisfy the needs of the student body and faculty. These changes include the discarding of daily period changes, which added a variety in the weekly class arrangement, the addition of periods three through eight as lunch periods, and the transformation of the GP room into a classroom. The GP room used to be a quiet area in which students could socialize, do homework, and eat lunch. Now, the GP room is still a place for students to buy lunch, however, they now must find somewhere else to eat. The main hall is generally full during lunch periods, the library does not permit food, and the cafeteria is not pragmatic for those who wish to do homework because the noise level is generally above what most students find reasonable to concentrate. Recently, a friend and I who usually sit in the hallway to eat lunch were told that we had to find another place to eat. Our school does not sufficiently provide enough locations for students to eat lunch. Having an open campus would permit seniors to get a lunch that satisfies their social, educational, and spatial needs.
Moreover, at age eighteen, adolescents are not only recognized as potential drivers, but they are legally able to vote, sign contracts, get married, enlist in the army, and make other life-changing choices. In these cases, the law recognizes eighteen-year-olds as mature adults who have the ability to make responsible, independent decisions. Why then should it be the school’s responsibility to keep these “mature adults” safe? Shouldn’t it be the student and the student’s parents’ responsibilities to ensure that this “mature adult” is driving safely? Also, a school is an institution maintained by the state. The state legally recognizes licensed drivers as people who have the ability to make accurate decisions on the road. It is not the school’s place to decide that all seniors should have to wait until fourth quarter to use their licenses effectively.
There are many ways to maintain an open campus. One effective plan includes making a rule that the only seniors who are allowed to leave are those with two consecutive free periods. This guarantees plenty of time for students to buy food and return to school without rushing. If parents do not want their child to leave campus, they can simply ensure that their child does not have two free periods in a row by contacting their child’s guidance counselor. In order to promote this parental consent, parents should be sent a letter that asks whether or not they permit their child to leave campus. If the parent consents, special lettering should be typed on the child’s school ID card. This way, we can adopt the policy of Commack High School where the student who leaves campus gives his or her ID to the security guard at the gate, and only upon arrival back to school receives the card. This ensures that students will not cut classes, and will effectively keep track of who leaves campus. The vice-principal noted that it would be difficult for parents to say no. In this situation, it is the parent’s prerogative to give consent or not, and gives him or her full responsibility for doing so.
This paper is meant in no way to disregard the families who have suffered losses through open campus policies. However, it is meant to remind parents, administration, teachers, and all others opposed to open campus that society cannot hold anyone but the driver accountable for his or her irresponsible actions on the road. There are many benefits to having an open campus, and it can easily be regulated.