Friday, January 23, 2009
January Twenty Third, Two Thousand Nine.
The new semester has arrived and I am quite content with the classes I am now in. Only two classes have been changed however the two that have replaced them are just as fun (if not better) than the ones I took previously. One of those new classes is Teen Living. Teen Living is basically a class where the teacher informs us of all the different experiences and emotions we might encounter while in our teen years. Since the beginning of the new term was on Wednesday, the disclosure was passed out and explained yesterday, today we actually began our first lesson. It went something like this:
I scuffled into the classroom. Of course I was almost late, however, I figured that If I was asked for an excuse as to why I was late I would simply reply “Well, I had to walk all the way here from the other side of the school.” Whether she would excuse my absence or not was unknown to me, but I really didn’t care. I found my seat and placed my binder and copy of Great Expectations (by Charles Dickens) on the desk and sat down. My gaze wandered across the classroom and I found some of the smiling faces of my friends that I shared the class with. Our teacher cleared her throat and took role. After doing so she walked to one of her mysterious cupboards and pulled out two tins of Chips Ahoy cookies. I could feel the ecstatic vibes that seemed to flow off from my classmates around me.
“Well class,” She said while handing out cookies (two to a person) and a sheet of paper, “I would like you to compare yourself to these cookies.” Of course the class gave her very questionable looks. When she was done passing out the treats she again cleared her throat and explained in detail. “Upon this paper I have handed out to you I want you to think of eight ways that teenagers are like cookies.” Of course this statement got about as much of a reaction as the first. Again I glanced around at my peers and saw confusion and frustration on many of their faces. I grabbed a pencil from the pouch within my binder and began to scribble down my answers.
The time came when she called for attention and asked us all to give her a few answers as to why we think teenagers are like cookies. She called upon this especially annoying boy and he replied, “How can teenagers be like cookies? Cookies don’t have legs!” Of course this response got a few chuckles but for the most part it was a pretty lame statement. With a sigh I rose my hand and the teacher glanced at me; she looked as if she was surprised to see me participate. After a moment she called on me to give her an answer. With a confident voice I looked at the cookies that were laid upon a napkin before me, and then looked proudly at the teacher, “Different sorts of ingredients create different kinds of cookies, this can be compared to the scenarios that teenagers experience in their life. It also creates a different teenager.” In awe the teacher congratulated me because of my deep answer, and you could clearly see my classmates turn purple with jealousy.
Now I am reflecting upon my answer again and I am actually praising myself for such a good answer, because it is such a good one. Some kids are born in different environments, with different opportunities, with both parents, one parent, or even sometimes with no parents. The things that occurred in our early lives created the present product: who we are. No two of us teenagers are the same, and no two cookies are the same. You can go buy a package of cookies at the store and they won’t be perfect; they could be overcooked, broken, ingredients left out, or many other uncountable mishaps could occur. My ingredients weren’t especially chosen, and the conditions of which I were “baked” were not superior compared to any of my peers, however, I did turn out to be a splendid cookie. Even though I’m not perfect.
I scuffled into the classroom. Of course I was almost late, however, I figured that If I was asked for an excuse as to why I was late I would simply reply “Well, I had to walk all the way here from the other side of the school.” Whether she would excuse my absence or not was unknown to me, but I really didn’t care. I found my seat and placed my binder and copy of Great Expectations (by Charles Dickens) on the desk and sat down. My gaze wandered across the classroom and I found some of the smiling faces of my friends that I shared the class with. Our teacher cleared her throat and took role. After doing so she walked to one of her mysterious cupboards and pulled out two tins of Chips Ahoy cookies. I could feel the ecstatic vibes that seemed to flow off from my classmates around me.
“Well class,” She said while handing out cookies (two to a person) and a sheet of paper, “I would like you to compare yourself to these cookies.” Of course the class gave her very questionable looks. When she was done passing out the treats she again cleared her throat and explained in detail. “Upon this paper I have handed out to you I want you to think of eight ways that teenagers are like cookies.” Of course this statement got about as much of a reaction as the first. Again I glanced around at my peers and saw confusion and frustration on many of their faces. I grabbed a pencil from the pouch within my binder and began to scribble down my answers.
The time came when she called for attention and asked us all to give her a few answers as to why we think teenagers are like cookies. She called upon this especially annoying boy and he replied, “How can teenagers be like cookies? Cookies don’t have legs!” Of course this response got a few chuckles but for the most part it was a pretty lame statement. With a sigh I rose my hand and the teacher glanced at me; she looked as if she was surprised to see me participate. After a moment she called on me to give her an answer. With a confident voice I looked at the cookies that were laid upon a napkin before me, and then looked proudly at the teacher, “Different sorts of ingredients create different kinds of cookies, this can be compared to the scenarios that teenagers experience in their life. It also creates a different teenager.” In awe the teacher congratulated me because of my deep answer, and you could clearly see my classmates turn purple with jealousy.
Now I am reflecting upon my answer again and I am actually praising myself for such a good answer, because it is such a good one. Some kids are born in different environments, with different opportunities, with both parents, one parent, or even sometimes with no parents. The things that occurred in our early lives created the present product: who we are. No two of us teenagers are the same, and no two cookies are the same. You can go buy a package of cookies at the store and they won’t be perfect; they could be overcooked, broken, ingredients left out, or many other uncountable mishaps could occur. My ingredients weren’t especially chosen, and the conditions of which I were “baked” were not superior compared to any of my peers, however, I did turn out to be a splendid cookie. Even though I’m not perfect.
Labels: Cookies, friendship, january 23 2009, teen living, teenagers, trials
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