ROHS Proposed Rule Change (Existentialism)

I propose an ROHS rule that will let upperclassmen be able to leave for lunch every year, and to have the dress code be more lenient than it is at the moment. Despite the attempt of the creation of students becoming more pour soi I would rather attempt to make this rule keep us being en soi. The principals want to have their own rules for us, but what about how we think? I understand that there’s going to be some obvious rules that the school board will want us to follow, but these two rules used to be more in favor of the students. We should all be able to do what we want, and that includes upperclassmen being able to go out for lunch and have a better dress code. The lunchrooms are going to be way more crowded if the principals don’t allow upperclassmen to leave for lunch. Rumors are said that they’ll have another room to eat, but wouldn’t it just be way easier to just let us leave for lunch? I really don’t get it. We should be able to leave anyway. And about the dress code, people will still be breaking it when the weather gets warmer. Even with these new rules, people will still wear shorts that are too short, or tank tops, or hats, or whatever. What’s the point of having this rule if people will still break it? We the students, are still going to continue to do what we think is right for us. Of course we would follow the biggest rules, but we should be able to have more freedoms with where we go to eat, or what we wear. It’s what we want to do, and it’s what we should do.

On Cookie Dough

My mother never let me have cookie dough when I was a child. She was afraid that I would get sick from too much of that sweetness. As a child I would get sick a lot from different things, but seriously, I really wanted to try some cookie dough. I always heard stories about about how delectable it was, however I was stuck with the baked form of the food. Which isn’t bad obviously, but I really wanted the cookie form of it too. I haven’t been even close to forgetting that desire, and to this day, I haven’t been able to taste the sweet embracing treat that is cookie dough.

I felt like I was being tortured, always hearing about this sweet, sugary goodness that my mean mother would never let me have. When I was younger, I used to help my mom make cookies a lot, and it would get pretty frustrating, because I couldn't even get a lick of that scrumptious cookie dough. I would dream about eating it, even just getting the slightest taste of it. But any chance I thought I could get would be taken away from me. Now that I’m older, I’m able to go to the store and buy a big tub of cookie dough, but I’d have to sneak it in by my mother, who still believes that I will get sick from it.

If there’s a lesson in this, it’s that my mom has ruined my childhood. Although I did have fun memories in my childhood, such as going to disney world and having a bunch of toys, this prevention of cookie dough consumption from my mother absolutely ruins it. Every kid deserves something sweet in order not to be narcissistic about the world. When I have children, they will not be shut out from the world and will be given choices. The only thing that makes people human is from choice. They can make their own choices in where they want to go to college, or what they want to work as in the future, who they want to marry and when, and so on. Rules will obviously be placed, but in the end, my child will be free.

The Principals Are Big Brother

In the novel 1984, there is someone by the name of “big brother.” There would be signs around reading, “Big Brother is Watching You,” giving a signal that whatever you do, he’s watching, and there’s consequences for any poor decisions. In relation to big brother in real life, I believe that the principals everywhere take the place of his similar resemblance in life. 

The way how they can figure out anything that’s happening all around the school has a big brother feeling to it. For example, if you’re eating in the halls of the school, there seems to be a principal in almost every corner, just waiting to find someone’s wrongdoing, and they find out fast. There are also security cameras everywhere in the school so that automatically gives another feeling that they’re like big brother. 

There are most likely other people everywhere that are somewhat similar to “big brother,” such as parents, the police, the president, and so on, though the principals of ROHS, and any other school, to me, feel the most like big brother.

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Art

Art. There’s a variety of definitions that anyone would give it, but there has to be one correct definition. If you look it up, the definition will say that it’s “the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form such as painting or sculpture, producing works to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or emotional power.” Sure, that’s debatable, but it’s got the main idea down. Although, art doesn’t necessarily have to be in a visual form. Music can be a form of art, hence it being performing ARTS. Almost anything can be considered art, as long as there’s some meaning to it.

 This “masterpiece” that I made in 8th grade is definitely considered art. It’s definitely art because it has expression and I used my creative skill to make it, and it has meaning to it. I worked hard on this to make the textures how they are, I used steel wool to shape it out, and I water colored it to finish it off. In addition, I made it in art class, so it obviously HAS to be art. Seriously, why would you make something that isn’t art in art class? That’s just silly. At least that’s my opinion.

 If a critic were to come and check out my piece of art, I would be surprised if he/she didn’t think it was art. It’s obviously painted and sculpted in a visual way, made in art class, for people to appreciate. It may not be the best piece of art they’ve ever seen but to actually have it be considered art, that would be nice. As long as it’s considered art, I’ll feel successful.