Tuesday, January 25, 2011

My English Class

It's fitting that this class is at the end of the day - seventh period. I love to laugh, and this class has me leaving school every day with a smile on my face that could stretch for miles. It does help that English is one, if not my favorite subject, but the people in this class really make it what it is.

There is truly a wide variety of teenagers that come to room 119 every day at seventh period. We range from the Family Guy watching, video game playing, and anything computers guys, to the theater kids, to the "shy" only around certain people kids, but the funny thing is we all mold together. The classroom would not be complete if anyone was missing from the picture. The teachers label us "Honors kids", and indeed we are, but we are also just young souls being who we really are - unique.

In this class it is a challenge to stay on topic because of all the funny quips from the guys in the class. They always seem to have a great line at the tip of their tongues, waiting for just the right moment. And when that moment is right, the whole class bursts out in laughter that can be heard from several classrooms away.

Storytelling is something that is also commonly done in my English class. It all starts usually with our teacher, I'll call her Ms. S., she loves to tell us about her experiences with things that we go through as teenagers. And eventually it causes a snowball effect, the whole class piles on story after story, each hoping to top the one just told. The snowball effect also doesn't just happen with stories, it always happens with the amount of laughter in the room too.

Ms. S. is probably the most relatable teacher that I've ever had. She is young and closer to our age, so she knows exactly how to run a classroom of sometimes stubborn teens. Our multiple personalities are just part of the package. You see we come as a deal, all of us or none at all. We are like a crayon box; even though some of the colors are vastly different from others in the box, they are still grouped together without question. If one of those crayons happens to go missing, then it's not a complete box, it's completely different.

As you can see I'm trying my best to describe this class on paper, or rather on a computer screen, but the fact of the matter is that I really can't do it justice. The people in my class have so many characteristics and qualities about them that it's really quite difficult to put them in print. All I can say for now is that next year I'm going to miss this class, not because of the assignments, and not because it was tenth grade, but because of the people who made Honors English 10, with Ms. S. so great.

That is all

-"M"

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

I'm Sorry, But I Don't Think I'm the Only One Who Doesn't Want to Contract E. coli From a "Perfectly Cooked Piece of Meat"

Is it just me, or do you also cringe when watching a cooking show, and the host bites into a enourmous burger that is called with great sarcasim "medium rare"? In reality though, it's not medium rare at all it's just plain rare and is almost the same color as it was in the pakage a few minutes ago! People actually like their meat cooked this way? I have only one question - what is the appeal?

It might be just me, but I don't want to risk anything I put in my body that's going to make it not function properly, and could make me very sick for a long time. Another thing about that big juicy "medium rare" burger is that some of the juices in it are blood from the meat, which is completely repulsive. Part of the cooking process is to sterilize the food; to cook away anything that could potentially harm the person about to consume it. Cooking the meat on each side for only a few minutes doesn't seem like it would kill any bacteria on the meat, except for on the surface.

Vegetarians do not eat meat for numerious reasons, one of which is that they do not want to see a animal carcas sitting on a plate in front of them. I also do not like the reminder that the burger in front of me was from a cow, so naturally looking at a rare burger disgusts me. Maybe this notion was passed on from my parents, because they too do not like the look of raw meat. My mom has this quip that is quite true and funny about a rare hamburger, it goes something like this, "This burger is so rare I can still hear it mooing." yes, that's my mom. Still I ask what is attractive about a rare burger.

Another thing, why is it okay to have a medium rare burger, but it is always wrong to undercook pork? The danger from raw beef is still the same as the dangers from undercooked pork, so why do we think it's okay to have a rare hamburg. Also steak tar tar.Completely raw no cooking involved? What were people thinking?I haven't tried it before, maybe it tastes fine, but I would be too scared to try it.

Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe it won't hurt you that much. But I don't think it's wrong when I send back my burger to the kitchen at a resturaunt for it to be cooked well done and not served "medium rare".

That is all

-"M"