Death of a Coworker

Death is an uncomfortable situation for most of us, When a coworker dies, the situation feels undefined and confusing. We spend a tremendous amount of time together with our coworkers. We are a part of the same daily world, yet we may not be close friends. We feel the loss daily as thoughts return to past or present projects and files or memos resurface. Walking past the "empty desk" becomes uncomfortable. It's confusing and sometimes frightening for coworkers to experience the depth of these feelings. People often try to talk themselves and others out of them. It is realistic and appropriate that coworkers are affected. To different degrees, we too, are the mourners, the ones left behind. IT TAKES TIME before we feel like ourselves and things return to normal.

Let's drop the professional act right there. It's time for real talk.

My coworker passed away recently. Being my pseudo-second boss, he was the last person I had talked to before I left work on Tuesday, June 17, 2014. His passing, has affected me a lot more than one would expect. My grandfather passed in February. He lived in the Philippines so my contact with him was limited. When he passed, I was largely unaffected. It really more or less hit home after I saw how it affected everyone else. I wasn't sad about his passing - I was sad about how others felt about his passing. Broke me to hear family members grieve, but I didn't grieve much. Is that odd? I'm not sure but I'm getting off topic.

My point is that my coworker's passing affected me. Someone I didn't know for too long, but the fact that I was in contact with him, and also the last person I spoke to before leaving made me feel something more than the passing of my own family member. I'm sure this is normal. The only reason why I'm typing anything about this (and I haven't published anything so far this year) is that theres something to say about the way his passing is treated in the workplace.

SIDE NOTE: Apparently there are 5 stages of coping - shock/denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. I guess this is anger. - - - end side note

I got the call at 7AM. I would never get a call from work that early unless it was important, so I answered and received the news - shock/denial. I spent the rest of the day spreading the news the people in my group at work then slowly went into a quiet depression. I'd been doing just fine until just today when our group leader called a mandatory counseling session. So let's get angry.

First and foremost: counseling on a death of a coworker should NEVER be mandatory. I get that you're trying to help others (like me) who keep to themselves after experiencing something like this, but abusing your power and forcing others and myself to a group counseling session is absurd, and a waste of time. I spent the whole session looking down and distracting myself from making eye contact with this "professional griever" because at that point I wasn't having any bullshit. I guess he's just been doing this counseling this for so long that everything he says and all the advice he gives sounds scripted and not geniune at all. Fake ass mofo says he understands but I believe he has become jaded due to over exposure to the situation.

Anyway, what got to me the most is when our group leader started talking about how his passing was a "great loss" and how much she appreciates everything he did for our group. Now this may be all well and good if it didn't come out so... professional. It was like hearing back from a college rejection letter. Same old scripted, vague, not geniune response. The same words would come out if I or anyone else passed away and that just isn't fair. I just wanted for once see these people be unprofessional. Drop the uniform, the ID card, and let me see how you really are. Stop with the "he was a great asset to the company and his contributions will be remembered blah blah blah blah"

I didn't know him as well as others did. Maybe I'm not qualified to say anything about it. I believe - and if you're somehow out there reading this feel free to agree - that you wouldn't want it like that. One of the many qualities that I remember about you that isn't the generic "great guy" or "family man" is that you know how to call out bullshit. In this project we were working on, you were the only one to call out if an idea was stupid. To hear others talk about your passing so generically is insulting and I apologize for the way it is... becasue that's business.

My group leader also said the business group is also greatly affected. This is true, but they aren't grieving, they're sweating their balls off trying to find a way to get their money back. I don't believe anyone higher than your position cares all that much about your loss. They're more worried about how to bounce back and continue making money. I can't blame them though, that's the nature of their job and I almost feel sorry for them.

My main point inf all this unorganized rambling is that I'm sick and tired of trying to maintain a professional environment. I hate that I have to talk differently when I'm at work and that I have to supress what I want to say, and even more differently to more important people. I want to give you a hive five, not shake your hand. I want to tell that counselor that he's a fake ass mother fucker. I want to tell the group leader that her scripted bull shit nonsense treats my coworkers passing like a college rejection letter. I'm so tired of not seeing people for who they really are behind their button down shirt.

I'm sad that you're gone, man. I'm sad that this blog doesn't do you justice and that I'm using it to portray my hatred towards big business and professionalism in general. What I'm most sad about is that before you left this world you told me to "have a good night" and when I said "you too," I didn't really mean it - I just said it becasue it was the professional thing to do.

>_< This Is Not My Hat: A Critical Review

So I'm perusing through Target yesterday and came across some children's books. I see the classics roll by: The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Are You My Mommy, etc. Then I come across a pair of books that catch my interest, one of which I will be doing a critical review in the following paragraphs, and the other I'll save for a later date (perhaps tomorrow). The book is titled This is not My Hat by Jon Klassen. Now Jon - can I call you Jon? - I believe your target audience consists of a younger age, those who may not be able to read, or just started reading. I for one fall into the special sub-category of "just getting back into reading and not sure if I can still read or not." Naturally this < 20 page thriller was just right for me. Though Jon, I fear that your audience has experienced the phenomena akin to My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. You wanted a children's book, but you ended up with something a different generation and audience appreciates. It's pretty amazing really. The whole book keeps you engaged in a simple way, and you'll read it through the end whether you like it or not. Let's just start with the cover art:

What a charming little fish, with a charming little hat. Oh, and in case you didn't know. That's not his hat. Already, just from the title, the reader is left wondering who the hell that hat belongs to. This is some deep stuff. Exactly the reason why I decided to pick up the book in the first place. I just need to know. In summary, the smug little bastard up there stole the hat from a bigger fish and is going to hide out in some kelp. "How big's the fish," you might be wondering...

2 Pages big.

The little fish spends about 5-6 pages bragging about how awesome he is, how he'll never get caught hiding in the forest, and as far as to say that the hat didn't even fit the fish right. So it was his god given right to take the hat away from the big fish because it looked so gosh darn better on him. The innocence this little fish has is so obscure. It justifies the stealing of a hat based on how cleanly he got away with it. So we're introduced to a character that we're already rooting against. The little one states that the fish was asleep and won't wake up for a long time. Sorry to burst your bubble, but -

Gettin real tired of your shit.

So now the reader is expecting some good 'ol fashioned butt kicking - er tail flopping. Fish violence. It's real, folks. As much as we'd like to see this all go down as soon as possible, the little fish had made a pretty good claim about how safe he'll be where "the plants are big and tall and close together." There needs to be a catalyst somewhere. Something that's really gonna tie all this future violence together. In order to do this we need to back track on the little fish's journey towards his safe haven. Particularly this scene:

I know nothing.

The little fish ensures the reader that even though he passed that crab up there, he was promised that said crab would not tell big fish where he was going. I mean that's a pretty good point there, and it really solidifies a symbol of comradery among nautical creatures. It's a good lesson for little kids to be able to find trust in other humans at first, instead of automatically rejecting the idea outright. They'll learn when they're adults that people pretty much suck a majority of the time, and it turns out being underwater is no exception.

You fucking rat.

By now you should already realize that the real appeal to this book are the illustrations. I mean just look at the genuine fear in that crabs eyes and the burning hell fire in the big fish's eyes. The unprecedented irony of the text that appears on this page. The contrasting colors. LEAVES. THE GOSH DARN LEAVES. This fight is going to go down and it's all thanks to Benedict Arnold over there. Though in his defense, I'd probably do the same in that situation.

So big fish has got his guns set to "kill" and as expected, little fish makes his way into the plant forest without worry.

Oh how wrong you are.

On of the best things about this book is its openness to interpretation. Which is pretty great for any age because the ending to the novel is so open ended, that it sort of gives you the freedom to end to book yourself. I mean yea basically the big fish goes into the kelp and finds the little fish, but the last page of the book is this:

He basically gets his goddamn hat back. With that smug look on his face too. What happened in the kelp? Did he just take it? Did he eat the little fish? Did he take the hat from the little fish and it didn't notice in some weird opposite plot universe? It's really all up to the reader and really there's only one ending that I could be happy with...

This guy dies.

ta ta kids

>_< Business Trippin'

So a couple weeks ago, I had the opportunity to embark on another landmark of my professional career: my very first business trip. Just talking about it makes me feel 10 years older, like some kind of successful business man, when in reality I'm just a young scientist learning new things. The experience in itself was pretty gratifying, and the best part was it was ALL EXPENSES PAID! That's right, flight, hotel, food... all on the company. Perhaps I even came at a better time, as there was a meeting of the minds of the higher ups. I'll go through my few days up in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada.

So one of the things I enjoy doing while traveling is getting to completely bum out during the plain ride. If you're going to be sitting in a space for 4+ hours, then you better bum out. This wasn't the case. This was business. So I ended up traveling in a button up and some dress pants, which was more than annoying, but at least I could take off my shoes to let the professionalism breathe.

Smell that business.

So stopovers are a thing. I had one at Chicago, where apparently there's a gigantic bean. Normally I'd be all over the place looking at new stuff and all the duty free items, but since I was traveling with my boss, I pretty much had to contain myself the whole way. We shared some lunch, but all we ever talk about is business. It kind of takes the whole trip part away from it... but after all it's called a business trip. The rest of the plane ride was alright. Smaller plane, but a lot of leg room. My boss left me to upgrade to first class... which I think is a dick move only knowing that I'd probably do the same in his position.

Pictured: Over-exaggeration

While there I began to feel the professionalism seep through my pores. New faces, new facility, and a whole lot of questions. I did what I need to do as my boss attended the meetings and eventually the shift for that day was about to end (we did arrive after lunch anyway). The real fun began afterward, where I got to check into my own hotel room, my own king size bed, my own space. It was a pretty sweet deal, and don't forget -  all free. There was a bar/restaurant downstairs and a gym that I'll eventually take advantage of the next time I go back, and I will NOT forget sneakers.

The time came to meet up with my boss and others for dinner. Apparently this was a pretty big deal. We got to this fancy place, reserved out a back room and at first it was a cocktail hour kind of environment. Everyone had a beer in their hand, and I was reluctant to ask for any - but apparently with this group beer is good. AGAIN - ALL FREE. Everyone started to get comfortable with their drinks, becoming more open to conversation and eventually we all sat down to eat. This place was pretty fancy. We're talking waiter goes around and shoves wine in your face and you can ask for a sample. Do the little swirl thing and sip the wine like I know what I'm doing. Either way, I just went with it.

"Yes, this certainly tastes like wine."

Now the weird thing about this particular company dinner - and probably all the others to come - is that everyone is older than I, and I really wanted to try and deviate from work conversation. Around these folk, however, it's pretty difficult. I ended up only speaking when I was spoken to, and I watched the hockey game in the background I could see from the bar. There were a few people talking about something I could relate to, but much too far away from the table to contribute. Just waiting for my food. Calamari Salad, 14 oz Rib-eye, and some chocolate dessert. I took a photo of it for you:

Surprisingly low in fat.

During the first night in the hotel, I didn't find much to do because of the whole forgot my sneaker issue, so I just decided to relax it all off, plane rides, a days work, and good food. Not much TV going on in Canada, or at least not enough for me to know. Eventually I just did what I normally would do, fall asleep to YouTube videos. One important side note that I ended up learning sooner rather than later is that in the summer, Canada's experiences a sunset around 10 PM and will rise at about 4 AM. Which is insane, because I had to shut the blinds and turn of all the lights to convince my body that it was time for some sleep. I've heard its the opposite in the winter, which basically means I'm not going up there in the winter.

Ah, those summer nights in Canada...

Next day was more or less the same. Did my work, and dinner was located at an older male colleagues request, a fancy Hooters called Earl's. There a group of 4 colleagues began opening up a bit more and we talked less about work and more about not work. The man who chose the location for dinner has a retarded child. He (not the child) enjoys ABC's Once Upon a Time like I do. My female colleague strokes her ego by watching Jeopardy and has commitment issues with her partner. My boss' kids has a real hard ass for a mom, and also enjoys classical music. The last thing I found out is that I'm too young now to relate to some of the things they talk about. Classic movies and actors. Just seems very dated and it's where the fun of talking stopped being fun because I was just out of the loop. Well at least our waitress was attractive. Again - all free.

After dinner and before we were all going to retire to our separate (free) rooms, my boss invited me to the bar later attached to the hotel. We had already been drinking at dinner, but I guess since the bill was picked up by one of our other colleagues, he still had some extra money left to spend on HIS travel card.

"GAH, this one still has money on it!"

I agreed to join him, and was under the assumption that we would talk more about work. We did. Though a part of me was hoping that he would've taken the initiative to talk about something else... or was that supposed to be my job? Did he invite me out in hopes to talk about something else other than work? The dinner we JUST had proved that we don't have much in common anyway... what an evil ploy. I was confused, ordered 2 tall drinks added to my previous drink at dinner. He had 1 and a margarita (I guess that means it WAS supposed to be casual). Either way, he left me with some sound advice, and really made sure I would take care of myself in the future if I ever had to fly this project - or any other endeavor - solo. All in all it was a pretty relaxing, open heart experience. We retired to our rooms and we left for our flight the next morning. What did I learn from all of this business trip experience? My job is giving me much more responsibilities than I originally thought, and my colleagues have a lot of trust in me. Though I guess that's why they hired me in the first place, no?

I have to get me one of those "global entry" passes that my other colleagues have. Since they travel a lot they opted to apply for this option that pretty much let's them pass security. Well... pass it faster. Someone with long hair on top of facial hair doesn't really do too well with the TSA. Especially with the Canadian TSA.

"Yup, definitely American."

All my colleagues took first class on the way back home. Jerks.

ta ta kids

>_< The Pills

So recently I came across this picture on Instagram. Not really sure how long its been around but for some reason I sat there and thought about it way more than anyone should. During my whole thought process though, I decided I wanted to take these notes down somewhere, and what better way than to blog about it? Take a moment to read the above diagrams, though I'm going to put their blurbs during the discussions. Did the answer come easy to you? Maybe I can talk your way out of a couple pills. First, I should lay down some ground rules. The descriptions themselves are pretty good, and if there are ways to exploit them, I'll probably rule it out. I'll hold special boundaries for each pill if necessary. No loop holes. I will throw down, however, that conditions given by the pill are assumed to be automatically controllable - no learning curve needed. For example: the yellow pill can read minds. Once you take it, you can control which minds to read, and not drive yourself crazy with the voices that pass through kind of like Mel Gibson in What Women Want. Yes, it's a dated example but it's good enough. Want a better one? Fine. The green pill makes you fly. No flying into buildings like baby superman. Full control. Capiche? As a final introduction thought, let's remember the quote "with great power comes great responsibility." Anyway let's begin.

Yellow  Pill
Gives you the ability to read any thoughts inside a 100m radius, can only use 5 times a day for a maximum of 30 minutes.

Is it the 3 of clubs?

Special Boundaries: Can be used on the same person. User's responsibility to keep track of 30 min time limit. 100 METERS not miles. (Metric FTW)

This pill came close to the top pick for me. While reading minds a la Professor X or Jean Grey seems like a dream come true, there are in so many ways - depicted so many times - how this can also be a curse. People are weird. People are scary. To be able to read minds, a majority of those I assume to be the minds of those who are closest to you, is probably something you'll regret sooner rather than later. We have our own inner thoughts for a reason, to keep them away from other people, to prevent emotional pain or other wise. What sweetens this deal is the limitations. 100 meters pretty much narrows it down to those you see on a daily bases. I wouldn't really want to go into a strangers mind - unless they were REALLY interesting. Stranger sitting across from the train? No. Stranger sitting across the train rocking back and forth talking to him/herself? Yea I'll take a peek. To be honest, I'd probably use it daily on: a close friend, a coworker, a significant other, a family member, and a stranger. While this pill is fun, a mere sitcoms length of reading minds just wouldn't do me the satisfaction. It can make for a pretty cool party trick though.

Green Pill
Gives you the ability to fly, can only use 3 times a day for a maximum of an hour.

So THIS is what R.Kelly was talking about...

Special Boundaries: Top speed on flying is limited to personal threshold and limitations on the human body. This means no breaking the sound barrier unless time was taken to wear the proper protective equipment. Users responsibility to keep track of usage and one hour limitation.

As I type this post, I'm convinced this is the one for me. In my current lifestyle situation, it would be a GODSEND to use as a form of travel. No more taking the roads, just fly up, and go directly to your location. Saves money on gas, and you'll look good doing it. No wasting time on going sky high and flying over everything. Go just higher than the tallest tree around and casually soar to the destination. I'd assume my personal top speed to be around 100 mph, which is usually what I can handle when I stick my head out the window while driving down the highway. So what normally would be a 10 mile, 30-40 minute commute to work, would be cut down to about less than 10 minutes. Best thing again are the limitations, 3 times a day is good for a commute to work and back, plus an extra for fun times. The one draw back is that if you fly to a destination on your last time up, you better have a way to get back, because you sure as hell ain't flying back. This pill almost requires responsibility and planning, so as not to be abused too much.

Blue Pill
Gives you the ability to master any sport of your choice, but toxins in pill let you live for 10 more years after consumption.

Date rape is not a sport.

Special Boundaries: Since it's YOUR choice, you're able to switch between sports. Being a "master" at a sport does NOT mean being perfect at it, just a little better than the best. Michael Jordan was a master at basketball, but still missed shots. Tiger Woods was a master at golf and sleeping with bitches, but he still missed putts and divorced his wife. So no unlimited 3 pointers, no unlimited holes in one, etc. You get the point. Also, I hate to set this boundary, but it'll probably be limited to your own physical limitation. This will prevent old people making a comeback and also prevent more black people into the NHL. Users responsibility to keep track of 10 year limitation.

This is more of a fun choice. If I were to pick this one, it'd be for completely unselfish reasons. Take it at 18 and spend the next 10 years playing professional sports, get endorsements and sponsors, all for the purpose to leave not only leave a legacy, but to give the money I leave to family and charity, etc. The 10 year limitation coupled with the physical boundary I set for this pill really only gives you the option to take it between the age of early teens to maybe 40 into the 50s. Unless you were really fit, it wouldn't do well to take this pill in the older age spectrum. The fame and fortune along with travel etc. completely dismantles your plan to start a family. The pill doesn't prevent injuries either, so a broken bone will take 3+ months away from your 10 years. Too much liability here.

Orange Pill
Gives you the ability to get high without weed, can only use 4 times a day and lasts for 45 minutes.

Google image searching "your brain on drugs" literally gives you way more pictures of eggs than you expect.

Special Boundaries: Since the pill specifically mentions weed, this pill will only provide the type of high that marijuana gives you. No ecstasy trips, no heroine/meth highs, no shroom hallucinations. I would make the statement about keeping track of the 45 minutes, but let's be honest, you aren't going to when you're high.

Can't really see any appeal to this pill. Give this one to the stoners.

Red Pill
Gives you the ability to access the Internet with your mind, can only use 6 times a day for a maximum of an hour.

This would be your mind. All the time.

Special Boundaries: Pop-ups and ads disabled. You aren't paying anyone to use these services. Internet related capabilities (hacking, web design, etc) are limited to personal knowledge. User is responsible for time limitations and usage.

With just about any device having access to the Internet, I don't find this pill too useful. One of the only situations I find this useful is when your phone dies or you don't have your phone with you. Having access to the Internet is pretty much having all the knowledge in the world, provided that you know how to google search and properly use wikipedia. There was a special boundary I couldn't think to set: the speed of the browsing. Having an hour limitation is great for Google fiber-like speeds, but not so great for those still on that dial-up modem. What should the Internet speed be? Mental limitations? Whichever is available in the area? This pill is still pretty wonky to me, but with the Internet literally being EVERYWHERE anyway, I don't see much point to it. Plus, the above caption pretty much sums up what your mind would be like all the time. You'd waste the hour on memes. Shame.

Pink Pill
Gives you the ability to shape shift into anything. Can only use 2 times a day for a maximum of 2 hours.

Special Boundaries: Shape shifting limited to observable, scientifically proven, existing things. Can not be a dragon, mythical creature, etc. Will retain personal cognitive thinking after shift. This means not being distracted by every single thing when shifting into a dog, unless you yourself are like that. Vocal limitations are in place. You will only bark as a dog, no Disney talking animal stuff. Shape shifting into an inanimate object does not allow manual movement. You turn into a bucket? You're gonna stay there until someone decides to pick your bucket ass up. User is responsible for time limitations and usage.

Watching the .gif up there is a pretty good reason to have this power, though that situation seems unplanned. Another fun pill to pick, though only being able to use it twice a day is probably not enough. Maybe my creative juices aren't working at full power, but I can't seem to find the fun in this one, given the limitations. Most I would do, and don't get creeped out, is turn into a celebrity or general person of interest and just have my way with myself. I'd turn into Channing Tatum and see how much I'm packin. I'd like to know what the fattest/tallest/shortest/smallest/oldest person in the world feels like. Go through all the animals and objects I'm interested in and after I'd just be bored.

Grey Pill
Gives you the ability to make someone love you with a single touch. Can use 10 times in your life. Can turn on/off.

boop.

Special Boundaries: Can control on who to touch. No walking around with gloves like Rogue from X-Men accidentally making people fall in love with you. When touching a person, it becomes their perception of love, not yours. Touching the girl of your dreams just to find out she's a clingy paranoid creep is on you. User is responsible for keeping track of usage.

I'm 25:75 for this one. I would probably spend a few times seeing what the effects were for different people, living out local fantasies. I would never have the opportunity to touch Zooey Deschanel's hand, so obviously it has its drawbacks. The ultimate deal breaker for this pill is living through the love cycle knowing that the love isn't real. Love is a huge topic to be discussed, but in general, this pill could only be appreciated superficially, and wouldn't be something I could use in the long term. I say it's a good pill for a high school or college student to have to live out their fantasies. If you're a single middle aged person desperate for something more, then by all means use it. Just know that all of it came from a pill.

Black Pill
Gives you the ability to see into the future by a maximum of 5 years, can use any time, but using your power publicly causes a lot of hassle to your daily life.

Special Boundaries: All time travel/changing the past effects the future type paradoxes are affected. Too complicated to explain.

I can imagine taking this pill thinking it would be the best, only to cause utter chaos in the long run. I'd find myself checking the future, seeing if something I had done to change it affected the way the future is laid out. They say one change in the past can drastically change the future. It's too much to concern yourself with. If you scan 5 years ahead as a freshman in college to see that you're still unemployed would encourage you to change majors and check again only to see your unhappy then change again and again until you're satisfied with your result. I can't discuss taking this pill without getting lost in my own thoughts. This one is a no no for me.

Final Decision:
I'd still go with the green pill. A majority of the comments under the picture where I had found it agreed. When I initially saw it, I thought maybe it was a stupid choice, but it's probably the safest choice out there. A close second would be yellow, followed by grey then pink. I would dismiss the orange and black pills altogether and would only consider the red and blue pills under certain curious situations. I'm actually a little glad I talked myself through the choices. Internet is fun.

ta ta kids

>_< News You Already Know About

So it's been awhile since I've posted anything up here, and to be honest I haven't had much desire to do so. I tend to forget that part of the reason why I keep this page up is to work on my communication skills and overall writing. As a scientist, there isn't much opportunity to explore yourself through a writing medium. Though I digress. There's been a handful of news lately that I've been dying to talk about. Let's see if I can keep myself entertained...

Reese Witherspoon Arrested for Being Obnoxious

If there was a candidate and an overall pageant for "America's Sweetheart" I think she'd be a good shoe in to win alongside Uncle Sam and the red headed girl from Wendy's... is her name Wendy? Anyway, she (not Wendy) got into a bit of a tussle with the law - her husband was getting arrested for a DUI. She makes the always great decision to butt in during the arrest and eventually gets arrested herself for obstruction. Now this is pretty relatively old news, but it resurfaced again because there was a dash cam video of her altercation with the officer making the arrest. Google is a thing, if you'd like to find it. The whole problem with this story is that she pulls the 'ol "do you know who I am?" spiel on the officer. It probably shouldn't bother more than it does, but I just don't like it when celebrities abuse they're social standing as a means to get away with certain things. They are just normal people at the end of it all. Heck - I bet her mugshot looks just like any other -

nah that's actually pretty hot. She's not even looking at the camera. What a cutie pie. Never mind. She's cool.

High School Students Suspended for "Twerking"

This news is actually pretty new, as of typing this article, so don't be so alarmed if you haven't caught up yet. That's what I'm here for. The gist of it goes like this. Look above these words. See the header for this section? Read it. That's what happened. That probably took way longer to type out than actually telling you about the story. There's even a link to the video. Find it here. I wouldn't be surprised if it was taken down though. The students in the act were suspended (obviously) and weren't allowed to walk at their graduation. The big thing to take away here is your opinion on whether or not the school provided the right punishment. Personally, I believe the school made the right choice. It's around the middle of where the punishment should be. I would LOVE the kids to be expelled, but I also think that suspension doesn't really mean anything to these students. You can tell because a bunch of them WILLINGLY put on some yoga pants, positioned themselves upside down and started air humping while in the presence of a negro in serious need of some swag. 

I believe he's beginning to re-evaluate his life choices.

Suspension to deviants like these will be treated as days off from school. So the addition of taking away their walk in graduation was appropriate. I hope this act of stupidity seriously puts a halt on any dreams and aspirations they have. Another thing to note is that they were only punished because the video was made on school property. Take this kind of crap at home kids.

Also, twerking is a terrible word.

I thought I had one more article to cover here, but I've been in and out of typing this blog so I can't remember what it was. I believe what I've got here is enough for now. It was a good break from blogging and maybe a good start getting back into the swing of things. Until next time.

ta ta kids