For twelve years I have been actively enrolled in a school system of some sort, most recently at Hillcrest High School. The first time I stepped through the front doors of HHS I was overwhelmed by the buildings dull personality. Color seemed some-what faded, and a cold shiver ran down my spine. I could sense that I was in for a long four years.

My Freshmen through Senior years were unnecessary, and undeserved. I’ve heard it said that high school is important because the information it provides is necessary for one to be prepared for life’s various obstacles and challenges. However, I have to believe that the original good intent behind developing a community system of education was inevitably infected by a genuine lack of reason within its educators, and the destructive, dishonest system behind them. I was given assignment after assignment, quiz after quiz, test after test, and for what purpose? I do not feel more prepared for life because I stayed up late all those nights copying random terms from a glossary, and answering random questions that do not truly inspire thought, but rather discourage an actual love of learning. I can not tell you how many history classes I have sat through, and how sick it has made my stomach. When a sixteen year old junior can see the obvious manipulation of truth plastered in a US history book, it becomes much harder for him to dedicate time and effort to the essay question about “How Amazing America, and its godly government saved the world”.

Sometimes I feel as if I just lost four years of my life that I will never get back. But then again, Who would want to go back? Despite every scholastic curriculum, and every pointless lesson plan I still managed to learn a thing or two about life while attending High School. I was fortunate enough to meet a lot of really great people, and have a laugh or two in the process. But seriously to all the teachers who took themselves way to seriously, get your egotistical power thirsty heads out of your ass and understand you are not helping anyone grow up by acting like a child.

If I were a creative genius, and I was in the beginning stages of creating my masterpiece, my brain would be flying at top speed with creative genius ideas. what would my medium be? as a musician, I have a natural tendency to express myself through notes, chords, and melodies. but I’m not sure thing a melody would be sufficient. (not for my masterpiece) I also love telling stories and provoking thought through edited video. I also really enjoy writing and sharing my thoughts and views. so my masterpiece would probably consist of writing, fillming, editing, and composing my thoughts in some sort of film. probably a documentery.

I have been on this planet for seventeen years. Sixteen of which have been spent living under the mindset that everyone is a sinner, and nobody is perfect. I believed that there was an almighty god controlling the world, and providing moral satisfaction to those who ‘asked him into their heart’. I can remember thinking about the presence of god in me, and feeling a peaceful glow in my stomach. It was a reassurance to me that the god and religion I was raised to believe in was true. I let my emotional side of me dictate a decision to trust and believe in a system that my logical brain eventually couldn’t accept. I saw the major flaws within the religious mindset, and the damage it has caused through out history. But I was still confused. My outlook on life was empty. I could tell something wasn’t right, but I could not understand why I felt so cold and uncontent. But life is beautiful, and one day while in a completely relaxed state of mind, I was able to think with both my mind, and my heart. And while in that balance, I came to an incredible understanding. For the fist time I saw every single person as a complete equal. I realized that we are all connected by our most personal thoughts, and no one is above or bellow anyone else. I could see that we all live with the same fundamental  since of morality, and we are all capable of making the same decisions. Then suddenly, I felt the importance of showing Love, Joy, and Generosity to all others. My intentions were humble and genuine, and I experienced pure tranquility. Euphoric bliss radiated throughout my body, and I wanted to bring everyone I could there with me. I looked within myself and discovered that the only way to sincerely love yourself is to unconditionally love others. I could see that when I help others, I am helping myself. And when I hurt others, I am hurting myself. Living against your convictions will distract you from spiritual peace of mind. We can never expect the world to change, if we refuse to change ourselves. Its time to treat your worst enemy like your best friend. Truly get to know yourself, so that we can know others, and the world can live in pure love and peace.

Whats up felles? Ready to hear about my summer?

I can recall about three months ago, sitting in my last black class anxiously awaiting the dismissal of me and my peers for the what would soon become known to me as the most glorious summer of my adolescent career. As the bell rang, I began to hear a voice shouting in my mind. “Fun, Excitement, Adventure!” It got louder and louder until finally I couldn’t take it anymore, and ran out the door. With each step I felt less captured by the cold sinister grip of the school year, and more relieved by the warm touch of  the summer break. I had great expectations for the months ahead. I knew that the only way to follow my heart, and set myself free would be to follow my friends, and ‘set it off’ to a degree thought unachievable by early civilizations. And looking back on it three months later, I can honestly say. THIS SUMMER WAS THA CHIT!

I am not a fan of this blogging buisness. I have plenty of things to say, and if we ever engage in a conversation I will say them to you. However, I don’t like the thought of me saying my things here at a desk in HTV, and you reading them from where ever you are. It devalues the sanctity of human conversation, and I am not a fan. So if you would like to say hello to me in person, i’ll see you then.

was pretty lame..

It basically consisted of me sitting on a couch at my grandmas house,(which reeked of old) While all my relatives that I never talk to sat around and watched football. The food wasn’t that great either. I know I’m way out of the spirit on this one, and I am thankful, but just because I appreciate things doesn’t mean I should have to have an uncomfortable day of awkwardness every year! I’m okay with christmas though, because on Christmas your at least getting paid with presents to grit your teeth and pretend like there aren’t a million other places you would rather be.

HEY!

Whats up world wide web!? This is my first blog entry and I am STOKED! Lets talk about something that has been on my mind recently, and by “lets” I mean I’m going to talk about something that has been on my mind recently, because you don’t really have a say in my blog! Okay here goes, the freshmen at Hillcrest High School get younger and younger each year! I’ve lost count of how many times I have been walking down the hall and saw what appeared to be an 8 year old kid scurrying to get to class on time. It’s crazy, I mean I don’t look old by any means, but some of these kids look straight out of Rug Rats, and it trips me out! At this rate, when the freshmen this year are seniors, the new freshmen will have to have frequent diaper changes through out the day, and the school will have to start selling warm milk with a nipple on the bottle.

Okay thats a slight exageration, and I’m still open to the idea that maybe they aren’t getting younger, and maybe I’m just getting older. But until I see the scientific proof, Im going to keep wondering where that kids parents are when I see him sitting all alone at lunch!