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A Hearing, Student of ASL's take on the Gallaudet Student Protests of 1988

So, recap for those who don't know what this was. Gallaudet University is a college in Washington DC that is for the deaf. It was made as an act of congress in the time of Lincoln. Anyways, in 1988 with the choice of a new president of the University, the students wanted change. The board's choice of president was not only hearing, but could not converse in American Sign Language or See Sign. The students said that she could not have the student's interests in mind if she couldn't even converse with the students, and would need a translator to speak to them at any time. The students also found the continued choice of hearing presidents a mark of paternalism towards the Deaf Community. They demanded a difference, and protested and disallowed anyone from entering the university or attending classes until a change was wrought. Eventually, the board of trustees complied with their four demands (that the chosen president resign, a deaf president by chosen, the board o

In a perfect world, teenagers would not SAY "I don't drink."

Okay, that sounds sort of wrong. But let me explain. So, at Inglemoor (or at least the IB faction thereof) there aren't really problems with drugs. Except occasionally Ritalin abuse, but that's complicated and quite rare. There aren't many who are highly sexually active. However, some IB-ers drink. And they are very open about it too. And state it as normal behavior. I know that some of my friends drink. I'm not going to name them, because even though I discourage the behavior, they're still my friends and I don't tell everyone on earth who is drinking and who isn't. They know that I won't drink--at least I think they do. They've never asked me, but I'm kind of a notorious goody-goody, Molly-Mormon (which isn't a bad reputation to have, may I remind you). So, today in French class, the subject of Scotch came up (because that's the French word for that type of tape. Just plain "scotch.") I was sitting with two boys w

Homecoming Last Night

Last night was homecoming. Last Friday we had the homecoming game (which we won 42-7 by the way, against Garfield...and their touchdown was scored through us letting them foul their way across the field and they were all really dumb fouls too). So yesterday, my date for the night, Brayden, and I opted to not attend the dance. Instead we attended the Museum of Flight in downtown Seattle and then walked around of the pier for awhile before going into Bellevue, eating at a Southwestern grill called Manzana and then traipsing around Bell Square until returning home. It was a great event and I have many memories, but they aren't coming onto the screen right now. Maybe later today it will show up and I'll type some more.

How were PSATs? And a Weather Report. And an Answer

Fair. They went as I expected. The interesting things here? We've been having very UN-Seattle-ish weather lately. So, yesterday we had a wind storm (not half as bad as last year's, but there were still some lines down and power out and trees across roads and closed bridges and such). However, I still had school. Last night, a power line fell at the front entrance and lit the grass on fire, but they'd fixed it by this morning. What's that like? Then, today, we had thunder, lightning, hail and hard rain. All of these are not common in Seattle. We have rain, but it's all misty-ish. Lightning, thunder and hail are all anomalies in Seattle. My bacpack was all wet, and therefore so was everything therein from walking from class to class. Furthermore, you couldn't get from one class to the next without getting wet up to your knees. But it was thoroughly enjoyable. So a friend of mine asked what "steps" means in Irish dancing (It's a long story)

PSATs! UGH!

Tomorrow, I get to participate in the horrible thing called the PSATs. Preliminary Student Aptitude Test. Now, I'm pretty so-so about the test itself--I did the practice test and basically, I'm not worried. I'm just worried that the actual test has got to be harder than that thing was. Otherwise, I'm got a 1500, which just isn't plausible...I'm not that smart. The other thing is, I don't think my school can do math. "The test will be begin at 7:15 am and is 2 hours 10 minutes long. Students will be done by 10:30." Okay, I realize that we get 6 minutes of breaks. And I realize that they have to read the instructions. But collectively, that can't be more than 30 minutes right? By the aforementioned logic, there will be ALMOST TWO HOURS OF THEM GIVING US INSTRUCTIONS. Can someone explain this to me? (And I hope that it doesn't last until 10:30, because I told the German club that I'd practice the dirndl dance for Oktoberfest wi

International Service and a Story for your viewing

So, I am an IB Diploma candidate. What does that mean? In my senior year of highschool (next year), I take a higher level test in my first language and the literature thereof (that's English), a standard level or higher level of mathematics (I'm going the standard route), a higher level test of two areas of history (for me, that's History of the Americas and History of the 20th Century, with a Pre-IB course of World History), a standard level or higher level of the experimental science of my choice (I chose Higher Level Biology), a standard level or higher level of a second language of my choice (I will test in standard level French next year) and test in the higher level or standard level of some other subject (I chose standard level psychology). These tests are on a scale of 1 to 7, with 4 being a passing score, and with a needed cumulative score of 28 (or something like that). I will also write an extended academic essay on a subject of my choice (yet to be chosen).

"I Will Stand By You Forever..."

So tonight I was at a stake dance and they played one of my favorite songs played, and I'd like to dedicate a little thing to the people it made me think of. Would you dance If I asked you to dance? Would you run And never look back? Would you cry If you saw me cry? And would you save my soul, tonight? Would you tremble If I touched your lips? Would you laugh? Oh please tell me this. Now would you die For the one you loved? Hold me in your arms, tonight. I can be your hero, baby I can kiss away the pain. I will stand by you forever. You can take my breath away. Would you swear That you'll always be mine? Or would you lie? Would you run and hide? Am I in too deep? Have I lost my mind? I don't care You're here tonight. I can be your hero, baby I can kiss away the pain. I will stand by you forever. You can take my breath away. Oh, I just want to hold you. I just want to hold you. Am I in too deep? Have I lost my mind? I don't care You're here tonight. I can be your

Update on Life!

So, I haven't blogged in awhile. So, I have decided to not compete for Miss Teen Seattle, because I do not have that kind of motivation for that kind of time. I have further taken a job at Evergreen Diabetes and Endocrinology where I am a medical filer/clerk whatever my title is. Basically, I file records, perscriptions, lab reports, etc., copy down dictation of letters from this doctor and such. I got the HIPAA schpiel and the accuracy schpiel on Thursday, so now I'm trained. Don't get me wrong, they're both important things, but it's sort of over-emphasized after awhile. Anywho, I'm reading Ethan Frome for English and I don't know if I've read anything more depressing before. This guy has a thoroughly sad life. Yeah. So, social life: Do I have a social life? Well, a few weeks ago, I attended Brayden's sixteenth birthday party where we played around the world pingpong, bunco, and Xbox golf, and Brayden has now asked me to Homecoming. So, I&#