Drivers at Princess Margaret Secondary School are top of the line professionals. There are never students getting pulled over by police, or parked cars getting smashed into in the parking lot, or even the classic act of pedestrians getting hit in a cross walk. No way. This school is filled with future Nascar champions, and it is seen on a daily basis in the streets surrounding Princess Margaret.
A prime example of top notch driving lies behind the wheel of a red Ford F350. The driver shall remain nameless for personal reasons. This Ken Block type driver is so skilled in the art of parking that he forgot to stop between the painted parking lot lines, and ran right into the back of another parked car. Only a grade 11 is capable of driving with that amount of percision and skill. But thats ok, theres no need to report it because hes so dam pro.
Dont you just hate crosswalks? Well drivers at Princess Margaret do. People just seem to step out infront of cars without looking both ways, just because of a few painted lines on the road. A student attending Princess Margaret a few years back, was driving along, pumping some Katy Perry, while texting their mom, when all of a sudden there was a loud thump. The person was sure they hit a giraffe. Nope, it was just a pedestrian. It obvoiolsy wasn't the drivers fault, crosswalks are overrated anyways.
Students attending Princess Margaret take driving almost as seriously as their homework. Driving is not something that students mess around with, and it really shows when they get behind the wheel.
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Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Corey and Betty Richards
"Why wont you look at me when we make love?" Betty whimpered.
"I know what you've been doing with Jimmy," Corey replied, "and I don't like it one bit."
"I promise it was a one time thing!"
Corey replied angrily "It only took one time for this relationship to be compromised, and you of all people should have known that!"
Betty, with tears filling her eyes, begged "Put the newspaper down and look me in the eyes, I need to tell you something!"
Corey groaned "What is it?" but willingly placed the paper on the coffee table next to the bed.
"We thought you was dead Corey! I had given up hope, we all did."
"Well im here now, and I'm not going anywhere," Corey responded confidently.
The look in Betty's eyes turned to rage. "You never pay attention to me anymore! Ever since the accident I have felt more and more alone every day!"
"Please Betty, I can change!"
"It's too late Corey, I've made up my mind. I'm leaving you for Jimmy, hes more of a man than you will ever be."
Corey stood there shocked, as he watched his wife to be walk out the front door, without a word of goodbye. "I'm sorry," he whispered, but it was too late.
"I know what you've been doing with Jimmy," Corey replied, "and I don't like it one bit."
"I promise it was a one time thing!"
Corey replied angrily "It only took one time for this relationship to be compromised, and you of all people should have known that!"
Betty, with tears filling her eyes, begged "Put the newspaper down and look me in the eyes, I need to tell you something!"
Corey groaned "What is it?" but willingly placed the paper on the coffee table next to the bed.
"We thought you was dead Corey! I had given up hope, we all did."
"Well im here now, and I'm not going anywhere," Corey responded confidently.
The look in Betty's eyes turned to rage. "You never pay attention to me anymore! Ever since the accident I have felt more and more alone every day!"
"Please Betty, I can change!"
"It's too late Corey, I've made up my mind. I'm leaving you for Jimmy, hes more of a man than you will ever be."
Corey stood there shocked, as he watched his wife to be walk out the front door, without a word of goodbye. "I'm sorry," he whispered, but it was too late.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Bullying. A myth or not?
Bullying has been around for years. It can be seen in many different ways, such as verbal, cyber or physical bullying. Princess Margaret, a small high school nestled in the heart Penticton BC, is a perfect example of a utopia where bullying is never present. Princess Margaret, a small school of 700 students, is full of "text book" perfect students, who spend their weekends studying to reach their full potential in school. This small school has a history of being classified as "geniuses," but the grad class of 2011 is especially known for this. The horrible act of bullying is almost never seen, partially due to the leadership of the Grad class, and also because the rival school Pen Hi is well known for bullying so we ship all of our juvenile delinquents over to them. During the average lunch hour at PMSS, one might observe the scholar students partaking in chess matches or an exciting game of ping pong, or just relaxing with friends.
However all may seem quite perfect at PMSS, there is one rugged character who wanders the halls, creating trouble wherever he travels. His name is Corey Richards, a lonely child who has a history of bullying. He is well know to start fights with smaller children or give purple nurples to freshmen who wander the halls lost after the bells. Some ask why hasn't this viscous, cold hearted monster been sent over to Pen Hi? The answer is simple. He is a basketball star. The school needs his athletic ability. His deer like speed and lion like temper are advantages that Richards has over his opponents. Students were interviewed for advice on how to deal with bullies like Corey, and there response was simple. Run away.
It is final. In Princess Margaret school, bullying is a myth. Students don't have time to fit in the stressful lifestyle that bullying puts on people (with exception to Corey Richards of course). The myth of bullying has been put to rest once and for all in Princess Margaret. It is not a problem.Tuesday, February 8, 2011
College Letter
Rather than me frustrating you with obvious exaggerations like everyone else's entries, I am simply going to tell you the truth about my life. Here we go. I have a one hundred percent average in all of my academic courses, and in each of those classes the teachers have wrote me detailed thank you letters for when I have had to write up the class lessons for the day. I can find water in the driest part of the dry season in the middle of the desert. I can keep an ice cream cone from melting on a 40 degree day while standing next to a blazing forest fire. I tell Barak Obama what to say in his speeches and write movie scripts for Holly Wood stars. I own acreage in Beverly Hills and feed my dogs 5 course meals consisting of crocodile hearts and penguin livers. Windows 7 was my Idea. Global warming will be stopped when I become Prime Minister(I know because I can predict the future). But overall, I guess Im just an average student, just looking for an education. I hope that whoever is reading this at Yale, will understand about my unique abilities and accept my entry. I don't even need the scholarship that I would obviously receive from you because I am a billionaire. Thank you.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Corey Richards Grade 12
I wander the halls of the prison that they call high school, feeling empty and alone. Just another day where no one notices my presence, nobody notices the fountain of tears streaming down my face. Reflecting back on those tough times of grade nine, times of getting pushed around, not making the basketball team or having anyone to share my problems with. The 'freshmen' phase really hit me hard back in the day. But not now. Now I am a hero, the coolest of the cool, the cream of the crop. It is grade 12 and almost time for me to embark on my lifelong dream of running with the bulls in the streets of Spain, taming tigers in the wild forests of Asia, and poaching endangered rhinoceros in the scorching desserts of the African Safari. But for now I'm just a rebellious, testosterone raging, grade 12 student, picking fights with smaller kids to make me feel tough, and standing up against 'know it all' teachers like Mr. Van Camp. Also, I have 152 friends on facebook so I'm obviously a cool stud. That is all.
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