Many Opinions

With the election coming up, it’s interesting the kinds of things that are talked about. Who is the better candidate? Who will make a good president? Vice President? What bills should be passed/killed?

It’s amazing how much stress is on about this stuff. Probably because we have the right to vote.

Or… most of YOU have the right to vote.

Psh.

Well I guess it makes sense that I can’t vote, most people my age are shallow, they would do what their friends or family tells them.

I know several people who understand the importance of voting. It’s sad that the young with a voice cannot be heard by it’s country.

It’s crazy though, 18 for me is just around the corner, I am sixteen now, about to get my drivers license, and eighteen is in sight. College is what high school looks like to a sixth grader, it’s crazy. My life has always been sort of mapped out for me what with school, where I live, what I do.

But college, that’s like, opening a whole new amount of possibilities.

Most of the time I stray away from that subject. College scares me a little, all the work, testing. SATs are next year, and I hate testing.

But anyway back to politics. It’s amazing how there is so much fuss over all this, but also it’s great how we get a voice (most of you get a voice). We, the people of the United States. Or I guess You the people. 

You. Adults of the time, Take some responsibility here. Do you know how many times I have heard this sentence: “You’re the new generation, you have to fix things.”

I have heard that way to many times. YOU THE PEOPLE OF THE UNITED STATES, ARE CHOOSING THE NEXT PRESIDENT, YOU ARE PASSING AND KILLING LAWS, YOU STILL HAVE A CHANCE TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE.

It’s crazy how so many people think that making a difference is only for young people. We can try to make a difference, but honestly, I think the the older generation should too. We follow example, and if the older generation is slacking off on the world, I don’t see why the younger generation will do anything differently. It’s OUR world, and I believe that we need to pull together on it, young and old, smart and dumb, strong and weak, men and women. All the ethical races, work together, we are all human and we share something, we share the privilege of living on earth and together. We also share the responsibility of keeping the peace and keeping the earth clean.

Free Write

Ok, this is a real free write. Because I haven’t posted one in a while, I will debrief on what a free write is.

A free write is a writing where the author sits down and writes whatever crazy things come into their mind.

The one turned out to be a story, but I will put it under free write:

 

A cat ran fast and strong to escape the laughing child that chased it. Her mother called her into the house and the cat hide under the deck. Her green eyes searched the big green yard for more danger. She could feel the child’s footsteps entering the house above her. The cat moved slowly, leaving the deck, seeing a tall patch of dewy grass. She slid smoothly through it, barley making an imprint. She stalked the ground, searching for something to eat. She see saw a squirrel gathering acorns beneath the oak tree. The cat crouched, her eyes not leaving the squirrel who had not seen her. The cat moved closer and closer, watching the squirrel’s every move. Suddenly the squirrel seemed to sense he cat’s presence, and bolted. The cat races after it, her footsteps so quiet, the squirrel is not sure if she is still following it. The squirrel jumps, and lands on the side of an oak tree. Scrambling up it. The cat runs and leaps onto a branch. Leaping from branch to branch the cat chases the squirrel up the tree as fast as she can keep up. The squirrel gets to the top and laughs at the cat who has made it to the branch below her. It is evening, and the squirrel leaps one more time, spreads it’s wings and flies to the next tree. The cat climbed up to the top of the tree, astounded. Then, she felt a drop of rain. Her claws moved deeper into the tree as the rain began to fall harder. The cat meowed and meowed as she looked at the ground and saw how very far away it was. She felt the tree begin to move. Her fear became stronger as her wet fur began to weight her down. The cold bit at her pink nose, and she cried and cried, scared, cold, and afraid. The tree was moving more and more, she didn’t know if she could hold on any longer, when suddenly, a warm grasp held her small body, and she was placed in a warn jacket pocket. Slowly she felt herself moving down the tree. She shivered but curled close to the chest of the man who’s pocket she was in. She felt a thump, and a hand pull her out. The cat was handed to the little girl who had chased her. The little girl held her tenderly, and brought her inside.

The cat was safe at last.