Do you remember the oh so sweet and innocent days of your childhood? When you knew nothing about sex or condoms and HIV was just one letter short of a bee hive? The days when you had no idea what period or a penis was.
Well those days are gone dead and kaput. Not just for me or you but for this generation of children as well.
You can blame TV or videogames or whatever influence you like, but the fact of matter is: kids are not the sweet and oblivious children you'd like to think they are. Take away the satellite and nintendo and it won't change anything. I, for one, was not corrupted by the Simpsons or the Mario Brothers, no that great and prestigious honor was left up to my sister, nine years my senior.
I won't bother you with the details, but let's just leave it at this: by the time I was nine years old, my sister had dunked my brain so deeply in the gutter that I figured out what '69' was by looking, just looking, at a yin yang. Yeah.
I'm sure a lot of people are surprised to find that they need to worry more about what the older siblings are teaching they younger, forget bad words and habits, they're actually giving them the precursor to Sex-Ed! Sure, not all your highschool students are going around and whispering to they're younger brother or sister, "Hey guess what," but somehow, someway, maybe even someone, has given kids a bigger piece of the 'birds and the bees' pie than you wanted.
For example, the other day I'm sitting in my sixth hour class, after everyone else but two other students have left, (We all had 7th hour off) when one girl brings up how her teacher started talking about a situation she walked into with her niece and her niece's friend. Apparently this teacher had walked into her nieces room to find nice game of doctor going on. She caught her with her panties down and her skirt up, and her little friend (a boy obviously) had a spoon.
Yes, you heard right a spoon.
When asked what he was doing the little boy replied, "I just wanted to see what would fit in there."
Holy.
Shit.
Fortunately, the teacher had walked in before the little boy had the time to play 'spoon peg, round vagina'.
Doctor games are being played at this very moment all over the country, and someone isn't always going to walk in on time; or at all for that matter.
The children of America are growing up fast and smart, when this generation reaches highschool they'll being going in with a very full education.
GaRblEd bY
Liz
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This is the letter I sent to the editor of my high school newspaper explaining why I want to be on the newspaper and why they should let me. It got me a spot on the staff next semester. Well along with all the fabulous work I did in my Journalism class, the prerequisite for the newspaper. ^_^
November 15, 2008
Dear Editor-in-Chief,
My name is LizZ, (obviously I put my real name here) and next semester –hopefully next fall as well, I would very much like to become a part of the newspaper staff.
When I was twelve years old, my mother introduced me to a movie from the 1970’s; something she did quite frequently. The movie was called All the President’s Men a true story about the two reporters, Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein who uncovered deep secrets about the Watergate Scandal, which controversy over eventually lead to the resignation of President Nixon. Kids change careers like Paris Hilton changes outfits: fast, on a whim, and each time moving on to bigger and shinier things. As far as anyone else knew, journalism was another career I’d toss to the wayside soon enough, but I knew it was something different. I don’t want to be a journalist to take down a president, or to uncover the scandal of the century. I’m here ready to be a part of the >insert Newspaper name here< because journalism is in my soul. I want to get out there and meet people, hear their stories, find the truth and connect the dots. Then, when readers feel like they met the people I met, when readers hear the stories I heard, when they read the truth I’ve found, it won’t be just the dots that connect, but people. That’s why I want to be on the Newspaper staff.
What I want, and what you want are two very different things, so here are a few reasons why you want me on your staff. I’m ready to throw myself into the task of making the >name< the best high school newspaper it can be. I have conviction, determination and a fair amount of brainpower to bring to the table. As a member of the Newspaper staff I could only be an asset.
As Mary Clemmer Ames in the poem “The Journalist” said: “To serve thy generation, this thy fate: ‘Written in water,’ swiftly fades thy name; But he who loves his kind does, first and late, A work too late for fame.” We are not here for fame or glory we pass in and out of this existence in a blink. Much like the police we are here to serve and protect –the truth.
Sincerely,
LizZ
I am so proud and honored to be on Newspaper. I'm hoping to make journalism my career one day. I plan to go to a university when I graduate and major in Journalism. With a minor in psychology of course, since I love seeing how people tick. And, being able to tell when someone I'm interviewing is possibly lying or holding something back would be a big bonus on the resume.