Texting

I believe texting has its pros and its cons. Personally, I am all for texting, except for certain circumstances. I think that texting is a great, easy, and stress-free way of communicating with your peers or your family members. Texting is so convenient that anyone can send or recieve a message at any time. I always text my mom if I need to ask her something or if I'm in a place where it would be rude to talk on the phone, you can multi-task and keep multiple conversations going. It's a great way to keep in touch with everything going on around you. Texting does have it's cons though. It is a huge, huge distraction. If I'm sitting in my room working on my homework, my phone will light up and buzz and I feel some unexplicable necessity to answer it immediately. If my phone goes off while I am thinking about my homework, it completely ruins my train of thought. There is a simple solution to this; turn off the phone. It's really not that hard. Even as a teenager, I know that I need to get my work done. So when it comes time to buckle down and work on the things I need to accomplish, I know I need to turn off my phone. And I do it. Once I turn off my phone, it almost cuts my time in half. It definitely is a distraction, but it is easy to avoid.

This blog is in response to this web article: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/26/health/26teen.html?_r=1&scp=1&sq=texting%20may%20be%20taking%20a%20toll&st=cse

I agree with a few of the things that this article says, but I feel that this article portrays texting as a terrible thing that could eventually one day cause the Apocolypse. Obviously, I don't agree with that. Although there are some bad things about texting, I believe that its benefits are far more important than its negatives.

The Purple Fuzzies

Alright so, one day there was this kid. He was in 3rd grade and he was required to do a research project on anything he wanted. He decided to do his project on the Purple Fuzzies. He has heard about this before and has always wondered what it meant. So he went up in front of the class and told his audience that he would be doing his project on the Purple Fuzzies. As everyone in the class gasped in horror at the sound of those words, the teacher kicked him out of the class and told him to go home and never come back. He didn't know why he was so rudely kicked out of his school. So when he got home, he told his mom what had happened. At the mention of the term 'Purple Fuzzies', his mom screamed at him to get out and that he was disowned from his family. Sad and lonely, the boy walks down the street until he encounters a police officer. The boy asked the police officer what the Purple Fuzzies were because now it is really bothering him. The police officer immediately slams him into the ground and arrests him. After getting kicked out of his school, kicked out of his family, and thrown into jail, he decides to ask his jailmates what the Purple Fuzzies were. Because of this, every day for the next 40 years that he is in jail, he gets brutally beaten by his jailmates for asking about the Purple Fuzzies. 40 years later, when he finally gets let out of jail, he is wondering around the desert when he stumbles upon a bar. After getting thrown out of school, kicked out of the family, thrown in jail, and getting beaten every day of his life, he really needs to know what the Purple Fuzzies are. So after a few drinks, he stands up on the bar and shouts, "WHAT ARE THE PURPLE FUZZIES?!". For the first time in his life, no one responded. The bar tender turned to him and asked, "Do you really wanna know what they are?" Of course the man does. So he responds with a yes. The bar tender then tells him that there is an all-knowing lady living across the street and she will gladly answer his question. Immediately, he jumps out of his seat and runs out the door. As he was crossing the street to finally hear his answer that he's been looking for for 50 years, he gets hit by a bus and dies. The end.

Driving

So, I recently had a birthday. This was a very special birthday, because it permitted me to drive for the first time (legally) in my life. As the state laws unfortunately require, I had to drive a total of 6 hours with a licensed driving instructor. It went really well and I passed with flying colors. But, like all inexperienced drivers, I need a lot of work.