point of view

Within the realm of the earth; there are so many religions out there, one too many to count. A good handful of them branching from Christianity. The one I would like to single out here is The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.

What do you think of when you hear that something is a stereotype? Usually, I'd easily assume you have a similar reaction to mine. Stereotypes are bad, or wrong, or misleading. Stereotypes tell us that all women belong in the kitchen or all black people are "gangstas" and the like. Especially if you've spent any amount of time on this site, you'd see some stereotypes aren't quite so bad.

Part 1 is here.

PART 2

The police were condensing everything into boxes and loading this stuff into one of their own trucks.

“There’s so much here to pack up,” complained one officer.

“Well if I’d known you were coming, I could’ve prepared better,” I said, half rebellious and half joking.

These are simply a few observations I made during four years worth of high school. You may find yourself thinking some of the same things.

1. No one will notice or care about your dirty shoes or the stain on your shirt unless you keep pointing it out.

2. No one will take you seriously if you overuse the word “like”. Except maybe Paris Hilton.

MY EPIC ADVENTURES AT THE CROWN FLEA MARKET

Trust me, there is sarcasm in the title of this blog entry.

For a time, my Dad and I were vendors at an indoor flea market. To keep myself sane during those long days I would bring a book to read and a notebook in case I was at all inspired to write. This is what I wrote:

December 8th, 2007

This is my first post as I am a new member. I feel there are so many topics I wish to discuss but I don't know how to start.

I figured this would be a good topic as it has been on my mind all day.

When I was younger, possibly as long ago as elementary school, I didn’t understand what the big deal was over gas prices. I’d hear my dad or some other adult complaining about paying over a dollar a gallon. They’d look for gas stations that were self-serve so they could save a few cents.

The other day, it was my turn to do an internal monologue. I had been dreading this moment. It was all fine and good to listen to other people, but doing it myself would be a totally different experience! And an experience it was…