My Declaration

Sept. 21^st 2007 

     When, in course of human events, it becomes necessary for

one portion of students to assume among the people of the school, a position different from that which they have occupied, but one to which the laws of nature and the laws of God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of their peers and the authority, which requires that they should declare the causes that impel them to such a course.

     We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all students are created equal; that they are endowed by creator, respected by their authority, with certain unalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the freedom of no homework, tests, or quizzes; that to secure these rights, student governments are instituted, deriving their powers from the consent of the student body.

     Having deprived students from sleep, the teachers, thereby leaving us with more work than time in the day, have oppressed us in all classes.

     And for the support of this declaration, we mutually pledge to each other, our lives, our homework, and our sacred grades. 

Signed,

Sara K. Cranford

This journal entry was an experiment to try write to down simply what we were thinking about in our minds. We had to depict what we were imagining by writing a description in our journal. This journal was appealing to me because I was able to express myself freely without descrimination from others. I could use my imagination and release my emotions.

Journal 11-7-07

I’m leaving school, walking outside without a care in the world about my grades. I am free to do as I please and be myself. No punishment from my parents on my bad test grades. Who really cares? It’s just a number. Life is like a blank page in front of me. I can choose what I want to make of myself; perhaps a kindergarten teacher. It’s always been a dream. I’m going to go to college and be successful; my grades in high school aren’t going to weigh me down. So I’m not the smartest kid in school. So I don’t always make A’s. I’m not perfect. Perfection is boring. I have my talents and my faults, but I am me, simple and free to be who I want to be. Life is waiting and I’m going to make the best of it. I learned from a wise friend of mine to live every day to the fullest. That is my only goal.

Live for today.

Hope for tomorow.”

-Anonymous