Ou-To, Op-Ed
Ever since I came to high school I've been so over Chesterfield Ridge. All anyone ever talks about is materialism and capitalism. It's like they're so shallow and superficial and I'm the only real person there is.
I was talking with my mom last week and she was showing me all these car brochures: Lexus, BMW, Mercedes, Lincoln and so on. And she's all, "Oh, sweetie, which one do you want for your birthday? Do you think you'd like black leather or tan? I guess black wouldn't show stains as much." And I'm like, "Mom, do you honestly think I even care? Don't you know that we're at war right now because President Bush is a total retard? Oh, wait, of course not, you're just a stupid housewife. Oh, and cloth seats are fine, as long as the rims are sick."
My dad's job is to make money for some company or whatever and he's always out playing golf or running or organizing charity events and all this stuff. I am so bored out of my mind with all of his corporate friends. All I want to do is make movies, you know? Move to LA or New York and make it big time. That movie Rent was pretty good I thought because everyone in it does what they want and lives in a really creative environment. On my mySpace page there was this girl who was talking about how if she couldn't take pictures she'd probably kill herself. To me, honestly, that's so deep as opposed to everyone around here who, due to the fact that all they care about is money, can't even see what's going on.
As soon as I'm finished with high school, and then college and maybe grad school, I'm definitely moving out of here and getting my own place. My mom and dad both went to Yale so I could probably go there, but everyone there is so stuffy. I'll probably go to a school like Brown or maybe even Georgetown. Not like I care anyway, they'll probably just try to get me to conform to society's standards. I can totally empathize with immigrants. I really want to spend a year in South America and make a difference. I bought this Che Guevarra shirt and it's so sick. I'm going to wear it to junior prom with a tux jacket, jeans, and a beat-up pair of All-Stars.
I Am So Outta Here
by Henry Richards, Teenager
Ever since I came to high school I've been so over Chesterfield Ridge. All anyone ever talks about is materialism and capitalism. It's like they're so shallow and superficial and I'm the only real person there is.
I was talking with my mom last week and she was showing me all these car brochures: Lexus, BMW, Mercedes, Lincoln and so on. And she's all, "Oh, sweetie, which one do you want for your birthday? Do you think you'd like black leather or tan? I guess black wouldn't show stains as much." And I'm like, "Mom, do you honestly think I even care? Don't you know that we're at war right now because President Bush is a total retard? Oh, wait, of course not, you're just a stupid housewife. Oh, and cloth seats are fine, as long as the rims are sick."
My dad's job is to make money for some company or whatever and he's always out playing golf or running or organizing charity events and all this stuff. I am so bored out of my mind with all of his corporate friends. All I want to do is make movies, you know? Move to LA or New York and make it big time. That movie Rent was pretty good I thought because everyone in it does what they want and lives in a really creative environment. On my mySpace page there was this girl who was talking about how if she couldn't take pictures she'd probably kill herself. To me, honestly, that's so deep as opposed to everyone around here who, due to the fact that all they care about is money, can't even see what's going on.
As soon as I'm finished with high school, and then college and maybe grad school, I'm definitely moving out of here and getting my own place. My mom and dad both went to Yale so I could probably go there, but everyone there is so stuffy. I'll probably go to a school like Brown or maybe even Georgetown. Not like I care anyway, they'll probably just try to get me to conform to society's standards. I can totally empathize with immigrants. I really want to spend a year in South America and make a difference. I bought this Che Guevarra shirt and it's so sick. I'm going to wear it to junior prom with a tux jacket, jeans, and a beat-up pair of All-Stars.
