Kill The Fledgling

delta | 31 August, 2008 16:36

I know that I have no right to so much as bring the subject I am about to bring up to light, for there are people amongst our own ranks that have it far worse than I do. But, the reason I feel compelled to let surface that which will bring me under fire is because I’ve heard of what they must endure, of the scrutiny they undergo on a daily basis. What they have I desire to prevent myself from having.

 

My high school has stepped over, what its arrogant students see as, the line (in truth, the line is miles away and we are but one step closer). The administration has taken its CCTV monitoring one baby step further. No longer do the only CCTVs monitor the back parking lot, now we have one inside the school, monitoring the students. It is only one camera, not dozens, not ID cards, not RFID tags, not strict “Fascist” dress codes, all-in-all it is just one solitary camera.

 

Upon seeing it I rolled my eyes and examined the entire rest of the school, looking for more. My search ended, with much relief, fruitless. So I decided the camera was no big deal, it was extremely easy to avoid without even the slightest effort. later that same day, the first day of school, l I overheard a junior say the words: “They put a camera in the back lobby! What next? All over the rest of the school?” I bristled at my own arrogance for not asking that very same question: What next?

 

I instantly thought of throwing a sticker next to the camera, but they know who I am. At the end of last year they had to pry a sticker off of my locker, C323. Four characters that are directly linked to me. My mind, luckily, races (sometimes to fast for its own good) and, without missing a second (after realizing I couldn’t safely sticker the camera) I had my mouth open and an improvised rant ready for the questions this junior had, foolishly, raised in my presence. Unfortunately, my Psychology teacher (having had me last year for AP U.S. History and knowing full well my position on the matter) cut me off before sound could escape my mouth. She looked at me, saw me perk up and prepare to rant, then, looking alarmed, changed the subject. When I slouched back down in my seat she looked relieved…but this rant will be delivered

 

I have decided that flyers are needed, the only safe way to attack what they’ve done, and with that I hope you wish me good luck on my personal vendetta against that solitary camera. For I will not quietly allow my high school to become as privacy invasive as others.

 

To the administration I say: “I am Free Runner, unrelenting and motivated! Stop this here, before you’re faced with a bigger problem.”

 

 

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Delta62 Thorn

Why Did I Choose This Life?

delta | 08 August, 2008 00:33

Today was a day when I realized that there is this other world out there. I found myself in a place one wouldn't expect to find me…but that is the beauty of randomness. I had to pay a visit to the local Mall to get a couple of champagne glasses engraved for my parents' twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Now we all know just how paranoid I can be, later even my girlfriend failed to believe that I was at the Mall, but yet, there I was. In the one place I avoid as if I were allergic to it. With the highest concentration of CCTVs and other security devices (like overweight security guards) in my local area; the Mall is a place I visit only on very rare occasions, usually (like today) when all other commerce places have been exhausted…and I'm left no choice but to go to the Mall.

I watched as people walked around, girls met boys, boys teased girls, and a vast array of people chatted away on cell phones. It didn't take long for me to realize that everyone here saw the entire mall in a completely different light than I did. To me the gleaming display cases, flashing lights, signs, and kiosks represented a corporate attempt to cash in on human desire. I saw the entire mall as one big distraction from the happenings of everyday life. However, these people around me, saw it not as it is. But more as a place to go, hangout, a spend their hard earned money. A few dollars here, a couple more over there and, very quickly, you found your pockets empty…from jingling your change. These other people skirted around other people; mothers pushing perambulators, young children refusing to stay in sight of their parents, and young couples getting rather frisky for being in such a public place. Where as I simply stepped out of the way and let these citizens go about their day. Stores displayed the hottest new styles, new dazzling jewelry, and new born puppies. These people stopped and stared, captivated by their desires. I walked on, giving these displays nothing more than an amused glance. But my amusement was not at the items or the displays, rather, it was at the people admiring those displays.

Over all I found the lifestyle of the people I saw today as very inviting. As I sat in the food-court I realized I was the only person who had actually thought about where they would sit. Unlike the frisky lovers and groups of friends around me I had chosen my seat so that no one could come up behind me with out me knowing it. I chose a position that overlooked the entire food-court and the doors to enter the mall. At this point I shook my head in an almost defeated disgust of my own paranoia (an action that won me odd looks from a young child, I would guess no more than five or six years of age) and found myself wishing I could see life through the restricted vision of all these people about me. It is, almost, appealing to be able to live blissful and ignorant to the truths that we, at Kia's World, are all to familiar with. Life is so much easier when you don't know what is going on beneath the surface. To those who passed me by today the look of amusement on my face probably made me look like some person from a far off country who'd never visited a Mall before. They wouldn't be far off the mark for thinking this. Yet, I'm not from a far off country and I've visited the Mall before. But I am from a different world of understanding and I find the Mall just as blatantly overwhelming as that foreigner would…

 

So why did I choose this life? I could have ignored the truths I've come to know when I started to walk down this path. But, for reasons I can't explain, I didn't. My friends are a constant source of frustration, they think me crazy for seeing what I see in society. No, not for seeing what I see…they think me crazy for caring about what I see in society. So that, I think, is why I chose to live this life, in this world. Because, simply, I care. I think we all do, we may not all see the world around us in the bluntly two dimensional view that I do…but we all care about what happens to society. We want to liberate the ignorant minds and put a damper, if not a complete stop, on the progression of the spread of ignorance. So, my friends, let's stride forth. Maybe next time I'll stop and talk to that solitary person on the bench. Perhaps, in a figurative way, we are all Travelers…just waiting to change society. So let's stop the waiting…let's change society, one person at a time.

 

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Delta62 Thorn

Strike a Blow For Scientific Integrity!

mtrose | 04 August, 2008 03:56

Protest political interference in the scientific process by voting for your favorite cartoon here!

 

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