open letter

An open letter
To those of you
Commonly known as tailgaters

January 30, 2007

Tailgaters,

This letter is to you people. You people who always seem to need to get somewhere faster than the rest of the world. You are like haunting shadow, and entity, that stalks me days on end with no remorse. Your ugly scowl mirrors my hate and annoyance for you. I see you from behind and would love no more than for you to fall from the nearest skyscraper around you. The world would most likely thrive and perhaps achieve its utmost goal also shared by the views of many beauty pageant contestants of attaining world peace if you were to just never again be allowed to share the many roads and highways. You are tailgaters.

What right do you have to drive so closely to me even as I am already pushing the speed limit by about five or so over? You people certainly must not be aware the dangers involved in your driving conduct as you increase your probability of an accident tenfold. Better yet, myself or any other pissed off victim of your tailgating could at any time slam on our nice anti-lock brakes causing a nice accident in your fault. The least you could do is grow some balls and pass these slow drivers you ever so commonly come across. Even if you do manage to pass, what happens next? Time after time you will just sit at that red light I come upon a couple of seconds after you do or end up behind the next driver of insufficient speed for your needs not even 100 yards down the road.

I consider myself a new driver as I have only been on the open road for a little over a year and a half now. Despite this, I am taken aback by what extreme dislike I have already built up for you and your fellow devils of the driving world. You are like that one mosquito on a hot summer day that manages to find its way into my ear again and again with that unbearable buzzing sound of yours. You are like the smell of an old math teacher’s breath at 8 a.m. as he lingers over you checking your homework. If you tailgaters were a taste, you would be something along the lines of a vomit-flavored Popsicle. I would rather go outside right now and roll around in the snow for twenty minutes and then proceed to jump into a hot-tub to feel that infamous pins-and-needles sensation than to be harassed by your obnoxious driving. And finally, I would walk in on my parents before having to see your good-for-nothing figure in my rear view mirror again.


Sincerely,
Mike Rivamonte

reference

katie
ashley kajy
max
charlette
amy

story

It was a dark and stormy night. All the world seemed to be crashing down as the rain hit Cory's house. It was not your average run-of-the-mill house here. No. It was a dragonfly house; Cory was a dragonfly and it was raining on his house. Cory got lucky when it came to finding a home for himself. While most of his dragonfly friends spent long and sweaty dragonfly hours meticulously constructing their dragonfly houses out of sticks, leaves, perhaps a few acorns shaped into furniture, and some nice humus lining the floor surface, Cory happened to stumble upon a vacant trap-door spider residence. Cory was a middle-aged, single dragonfly who lived with his roommate Mack, who was a mosquito. Mack the mosquito was off on business testing blood for American Red Cross so Cory was unfortunately all alone in this dark and stormy setting.

... to be continued

dilemma

I am now clear through the first half of my senior year and i am currently fully delved into the season of ski team. Out of my three high school sports, i would have to say that skiing is not only my favorite, but also my forte if you will. I am not going to sit here and "blog" about how much i like skiing because that would not be very interesting (but any way i look at it this blog will not turn out interesting). Along with skiing, i am also playing on a co-ed indoor soccer team, which is pretty good time. Unfortunately by participating on this soccer team, it forces me to miss a day of ski practice or perhaps a meet every week. My position on this is that i feel it is completely necessary to skip the ski practice and play on this team not only because it is good to change up the routine and get back to my soccer roots, but also because i dont see it as a big deal to skip one practice a week. In other words, my guilty conscience is not very strong which enables me to take skipping practice so lightly. But this week's skipping of ski practice would also mean skipping team pictures. Aside from the threats of my coach that i could be kicked off and me not taking that seriously, i now realize that i am a returning captain of the boys team. Not having the captian in the photo could actually become a big deal. Not only could i lose this position of captain, but what message does this send to those coming back to the ski team or thinking about joining?
"The captain was not there for pictures so i think im just gunna skip a few practices now"
I can see it now, one after another will think lightly of this ski team as i do/did. The guilty conscience i thought was so weak is now coming back to me at this very moment. As the end of school approaches, so does this decision i will have to make as to whether or not i am going to i am going to be selfish or just show up to the team pictures. A follow up blog will come tomorrow as to how this dilemma turns out.

the world

the technological world vs. the old simplistic world

Our world has endured many different times in its current span. First there were the many pioneer microorganisms that began the life on earth. Skipping ahead came the dinosaurs whom were unfortunately ended by an ice age. Then much later came human existance. An easy separation of the times of mankind would be today's world of technolgy and yesterday's world of a simplistic living such as candle-lit meals and horse-drawn carriages. If one were to peruse the streets and ask people which world they thought was superior, most would probably say today's world would take the cake. But into deeper thought, is this really the right answer?

je suis

I am an orange
Difficult to peel
A thick exterior
Once inside i am surprisingly refreshing
If nothing else, a pleasant smell from peeling in the end
I am wind
Eery at times
My force reflects my determination
I am green
Green in itself holds the future before me
I am a banana
Well-rounded yet not fully ripened
Bananas are a lot like Twinkies
I am tired
A feeling that blankets every second in school
Maybe i should get more sleep
I am a couch
Comfortable but lazy

a blog

I guess i will proceed to write about the class activity we just did in my sixth hour creative writing class since i really can't think of much else to write about. The activity was a familiar one as i am pretty sure i have done it multiple times before. True colors is the name of this activity. It attemps to funnel personalities into four set personalities identified by colors and general traits about a person. I personally did not find this system to be competant in getting myself right, but this was not the case based on the various comments of my fellow classmates. My ultimate color was green but i was too closely followed by gold being only one point off and orange which was one off from gold. I think in order for the true colors system to have reliability in what it measures, it should have a defining color in all cases. This of course is my opinion and it differ from the results of others.