Have You Had a Run in With The Police?
Yes, Officer, Is There Something Wrong?
You’re driving with your friends, having a great time. You’re only going a little over the speed limit. Or your town has a curfew, and you didn’t leave your friend’s house in time, so you get in your car to drive home and start rushing because you don’t want to get into trouble with your parents. Or you desperately want to see your girlfriend, so you wait until your parents are asleep and then sneak out the back door. It’s awesome to be outside enjoying the night air—until a police car slowly pulls up beside you . . .
I've struggled with gamer gate for a long time. I've gone back and forth on whether or not to write a piece about it because I felt that I wasn't knowledgeable enough, not prepared to write on a world that I certainly don't belong in anymore, if ever. However, I think that the causes of my inhibitions are fodder enough for a complete, insightful article.
We had a guy write us about apologizes. Here's what he asked and our response.
"I'm a 15 year old boy, and I read The Guide and really found it useful, so thank you for that. After reading the section on fake apologies, I wanted to ask your opinion on using, "I'm sorry if you feel that way" as an apology....
Your Coach is a Dick
This is an excerpt from The Guide and we thought it'd be fitting for the fall sports.
You have to learn to work with people you hate or don’t respect, and sometimes that person might be your coach. You do become a stronger person by getting through this kind of situation. When do you know if you should stay or you should quit?
Annoying but Acceptable:
From the blog of P.M. DeVuono
“Hey Mr. D! Would you ever fight a student?” It was a common question I’d heard over the years. To which, I would always answer, “No.” “You mean you’d let some kid hit you?” they’d ask, voices filled with incredulity. “No, No. You are asking me two different questions. You see, I think of a fight as a contest for dominance which requires self restraint. Getting hit requires self defense.” Now dear reader you may rightly accuse me of semantic hair splitting and you’d be correct. But, sometimes in the classroom, even the bald guy has to split a few hairs to get his point across. There is a difference between a contest for dominance and a life saving battle of self-defense. At this point if Erick was in the room he’d say, “Hey Mr. D., tell that story about that time when you were a kid – you know what I mean.” And I’d have to tell it all again…
My Untalented Aspirations
By Simon Cann
“Shit,” as I sit back and stare frustratingly towards my third attempt of an “adroitly” crafted drawing. Though it is supposed to look like an enticing meal of assorted cheeses and prosciutto with melon, I find my artful hands have sculpted a picture of a dinner table adorned with rocks and a herd of small, slightly frightening and disfigured animals. Now, as creative a subject as mutant rodents and chunks of earth may sound, I cannot attribute my work to my artistic skill. This work is the product, in fact, of my notable lack thereof.
No One Needs To Tell
Nobody needs to tell high-schoolers that Depression is a massive problem among their demographic. Nobody needs to tell them by the time they reach college 10-15% of them will experience despair on a level those unaffected cannot fathom . But what they need to hear is: they are not alone.
At my district’s middle school, each grade is separated into four groups, known as teams. Each has its own name, logo, and other unofficial formalities. I don’t recall our name or logo. None of the details are actually very important. However, I do remember our slogan. Our team’s teachers had decided that our slogan should be “Man Up”. After the phrase was proposed, most students supported it. I am not most students.
First Day of High School Mulligan
By Rainer Wasinger