Protests

What is that kernel within us that makes us shake our fist at the odds?

What is it that rises up within us at those crucible moments?

Tomorrow is Day of Silence.
Details about Day of Silence can be found at www.dayofsilence.org.
I am the president of my school's Gay-Straight-Whatever Alliance and have been since my sophomore year.

This last week, The student government held a protest at my school. The board was voting on a 6% tuition raise. It was a huge deal; signs, shirts, speakers. I was proud of my classmates, because it was well organized, effective, peaceful, and an important issue. While we didn't win, they did decide to lower the increase from 6 to 3.7%, which made a good bit of difference.

When I first heard of people protesting at the Olympic torch ceremonies and parades as a statement to the Chinese government, I wasn't sure of my feelings. A part of me thought, is this the right forum?

Today, there were people climbig the cables on the Golden Gate bridge. I was just admiring the vast beauty of this bridge on Friday and now, there are people risking their lives on the cables holding it up. I think it is great!

(Know that you must read between the lines to understand the true meaning of this poem)

Sometimes, some speculate significant situations in order to stop the skirmish.
But, too many times things turn out to be totally tragic according to the troubles away from our territory.
Of course, others oppose conflicts. But, obviously obscene obsession still occurs.

Cause.

It's a great thing to have isn't it? Despite what James Dean might have you think, you're not much of a rebel without one. And everyone wants to be a rebel these days -- especially online.

Ha. What a trying day. I tell you that I have never been so disappointed in my classmates as I am today. If you want the "news story" go to this link:  http://www.cnn.com/2007/HEALTH/conditions/10/16/staph.death.ap/index.html   However, if you want the real story, I suggest you keep reading.