pkubik08's blog

I don't know about you, but I feel like I need to shake things up a bit. Life after graduation at first, comes with all the glamor and freedom, but only for a little while.

It's the scariest thing to have been so secure in something for years and then one day it's ripped away from you.
My family's home went into foreclosure this past September. When my dad told me that he wanted to file for bankruptcy and get out of the house, I cried for days. I had to leave behind the only house I knew and move on to something else.

Recently my family moved from one of the safest cities in our our area. It was a small town mostly white town; people were friendly and everyone knew each other. Then we moved away into a small, not-so-nice town. There are parts of it that seem a little sketchy and I wouldn't dare to walk through it by myself. With the exception of that part of the neighborhood, the town itself is pretty.

On April 31, I finally chose a college! I rushed over to my library and paid my admission fee and housing deposit. It was such a relief that after months of going back and forth between what college to attend, that I finally chose a college.

Truth: Sex sells.
Think about it. Popular music is about sex. TV shows and movies always have a steamy sex plot behind it; even if the setting isn't particularly romantic (i.e. crime scenes and hospitals). Advertisements on billboards or commercials always have some sex appeal incorporated so people will buy what they're selling.

When I was little, I was an avid reader. I could read a book in a day or two. My school used to have a fundraiser called "The Book-A-Thon" where kids would have a few weeks to get pledges to read as many books as possible and raise money for the school. It was a good way to bring in money for the school, while trying to get students interested in reading.

I opened up my Internet Explorer to MSN to see "Is Miley the Next Brittany Spears?"
I want to discuss how we turn good girls into awful role models for teens.

I don't think I can count how many times I've been called a "good girl." No matter how much moral dignity is behind it, I just don't like the phrase. It classifies me into a group.