Am I the only one who knows about National Day of Prayer 2002? I certainly didn't know about it until today.
So imagine my surprised when I'm in first period, and Mrs. Walker is reading the morning announcements. She reads the following item: "Tomorrow is National Day of Prayer. Gather at the flag pole at 7:35. Everyone is invited to attend." (Paraphrased, I don't remember what she said word for word)
All day after that, I kept seeing construction paper banners in the hallways that simply gave the time and place.
Oh hell. Here we go again. Is high school really the place for this sort of thing? I don't care who prays and when, but should the school actually be endorsing it like this?
The school has been quiet for a while when it comes to religion, but I have a feeling this is going to set off a religous reaction. From my experience here, all it takes is one little event like this to awake the sleeping giant.
I'll report on the state of EHS tomorrow, and hope nothing bad comes of this.
Well, you may well notice the gap between my last journal entry and this one. The reason I didn't report on the EHS pray-day is because nothing really happened. Much to my shock, everyone finished praying before I arrived at school, and I heard no more about it for the rest of the day. Probably a good indicator that attendance was low. This is most likely due to the fact that it wasn't advertised enough for the Xians to really take notice. A couple of posters and one announcement the day before it happened. For the sake of any future freethinkers at EHS (if there are any), I hope it dwindles to even less than that. If you want to pray, pray, but don't go advertising for it in school announcements, as if the faculty expects you to do it (they do, but I'd rather think they don't).
But I feel as if I'm going off on a tangent here, so I'll cut it short. I'd just like to mention that I have three days of school left before I'm out of here. I'd also just like to mention the senior video.
The seniors have a video made every year, and, once completed, we watch it in the morning instead of Channel One news. The videos consist of a bunch of still photographs of the seniors set to really bad music (usually R&B or some kind of stupid pop). I had...let me count....one photo on the whole video.
Every senior had a least a few pictures on the tape, but I only had one, near the end: I was facing the photographer and looking somewhat bitter, I had my back was turned to the camera, and I was walking to my car. I remember when the photo was taken back in October, I heard a girl call my name in the parking lot. I turned, and right then she snapped the photo. She said it was "for the annual", but it found it's way onto this video.
I couldn't help but smile at this, because this is exactly how I would like the senior class to remember me....as an afterthought, with my back turned, staring back at them, walking to my car to get the hell outta there.
This is it....my final journal entry.
Tonight is graduation night. All the little preppy morons get to pat themselves on the back and cry that they'll never see each other again. In the meantime, I'll be sitting here at home regretting that I ever met them in the first place. Not a new experience for me.
I'm not even bothering with graduation. This is for several reasons, but foremost there's the prayer to consider. That's right, EHS has always traditionally held a prayer over the microphone at the ceremony. Apparently, even though it's illegal, Enterprise will continue this tradition because....well, I don't know why. I guess they just enjoy breaking the law.
I originally wanted to stop it, but the last thing I want is some teacher failing me deliberately for causing trouble. Besides, I've contaced the MSACLU on two other occasions, and neither time did I so much as get a reply. I have a feeling I wouldn't have gotten a reply this time, either. Just reinforces my idea that the ACLU is useless.
Everyone asks me why I'm not attending graduation, and I really don't want to tell them. I just want out. They always tell me "It's your night!"
No. It's not my night. It's their night. And they can damn well have it.
So this ends my journal. I do plan on attending a technical college (Nashville Auto Diesel, I hope), and if it's anywhere near as oppresive as Enterprise, I'll be more than happy to start this journal again, and once again expose to the world the kind of crap that happens in such an environment. But more than likely this is the end of it.
You can wake up now. Really.