Crazy Liberal and Crazy Dancer

I am the most liberal person in my Government class. On a scale of 50-250, 50 being the most liberal and 250 being most conservative, I was a 105. It wasn't a very good test, though. EVERYONE in my class turned out liberal, except for two moderates, and that just can't be the case, you know? Also, you'd have to be a Fascist dictator to strongly agree with some of the conservative statements:

-A women should never be president.
-Women should not receive the same pay for doing the same amount as men.
-The US ought to actively stop the spread of Communism (oh, like that's relevant).

There were really nutso liberal ones, too:

-Prayer should not be permitted in schools (Hello, I think you mean "mandated"-- THAT'S the issue we go off on, people . . . everyone's entitled to pray; teachers just aren't entitled to force you to if you don't want to).

Some were pretty good, though, like "Children need more discipline today" or "Children should respect their elders" or "everything is relative and there is no absolute truth," or even "God created the world and evolution is wrong and should not be taught in schools"-- which sounds extremely conservative but is completely an issue today.

Lol . . . the Debate topic for the next few months (and up until the end of the season) is strict separation of church and state . . . I don't know how I'm going to go against that . . . I'll have to assume some new personality, like that of a pre-1960s Fundamentalist who's convinced the entire world is out to corrupt the good Christian morals of the world and that by being Christian and strictly so we will stop Communism, youthful hooliganism, interracial marriage and gay relationships, and all those other blasphemies we think the whole world ought to accept, because the Word of God is everyone's law, or ought to be, and if we don't inform them all of this they're all going to Hell and we're going down right along with them for not being our brother's keeper.

Can you tell I've been reading the Poisonwood Bible?

Mmm . . . it's just not me. Lol, this is seriously going to take some acting . . . unless someone can come up with a reason that isn't backwards and historical for why church should be allowed a role in government. I've thought of criminal cases by clergymen in which the Church wants to determine punishment (lol, this is SO Henry II . . . THAT should be one of my examples, woohoo, talk about timely . . . lol), and I've been suggested the success of school voucher programs allowing students a choice in parochial schools as well as secular schools (which is a little more relevant). Anyone else have any suggestions?

After school we had choreography for "Put On Your Sunday Clothes" and it's still stuck in my head. I sat for like the whole second half because I didn't know if she was going to go back to the end, where Ambrose and I are actually in it, but she didn't . . . Brock, Andrew, and I just watched. Woohoo for Vandergelder who's not in it and Ambrose and Ermengarde who don't come in until a bit with a big cart . . .

I actually danced pretty well today, too . . . Nichole is awesome; I told her so, too. She's much more naturally graceful than I am. Lol . . . during one practice round I tripped over my shoes, which were bad ones to wear today, and went careening off into her and then we spun around in a circle around each other for a few seconds. The teacher lady didn't even noticed; she was too busy being amused by something that Dan had just done. She seems to like Dan a lot. She let him have the cookie Mr. Ong offered and no one else, because he was the "best boy dancer" and she couldn't decide on any girls-- we were all apparently equal. She didn't even look at Brock or Andrew or I, who were off waiting for our part. Then I said (she didn't hear me and I really didn't mean her to, lol) that was prejudice against the people who weren't choreographed in that part of the song (you know how I am . . . the Crazy Liberal, apparently, lol), which she choreographed herself. Only Andrew heard me and he hugged me but in this weird way that tickled and dug his chin into the back of my neck so I sort of almost fell over . . . again . . . lol . . .

I can't wait to do it with the parasols, though I'm sure Brock can . . . I apologized to him already in advance for all the times I'm going to end up whacking him in the face with it.

My car door is shut with a rope. The light turns on every time I make a right turn. It's very annoying. I'm afraid of putting things in the back of the car now.

Alice got Robert a really amusing present. *Snickers*

Speaking of which, I need to go out and get something temporary for everyone . . .

Crazy Liberal and Crazy Dancer

I am the most liberal person in my Government class. On a scale of 50-250, 50 being the most liberal and 250 being most conservative, I was a 105. It wasn't a very good test, though. EVERYONE in my class turned out liberal, except for two moderates, and that just can't be the case, you know? Also, you'd have to be a Fascist dictator to strongly agree with some of the conservative statements:

-A women should never be president.
-Women should not receive the same pay for doing the same amount as men.
-The US ought to actively stop the spread of Communism (oh, like that's relevant).

There were really nutso liberal ones, too:

-Prayer should not be permitted in schools (Hello, I think you mean "mandated"-- THAT'S the issue we go off on, people . . . everyone's entitled to pray; teachers just aren't entitled to force you to if you don't want to).

Some were pretty good, though, like "Children need more discipline today" or "Children should respect their elders" or "everything is relative and there is no absolute truth," or even "God created the world and evolution is wrong and should not be taught in schools"-- which sounds extremely conservative but is completely an issue today.

Lol . . . the Debate topic for the next few months (and up until the end of the season) is strict separation of church and state . . . I don't know how I'm going to go against that . . . I'll have to assume some new personality, like that of a pre-1960s Fundamentalist who's convinced the entire world is out to corrupt the good Christian morals of the world and that by being Christian and strictly so we will stop Communism, youthful hooliganism, interracial marriage and gay relationships, and all those other blasphemies we think the whole world ought to accept, because the Word of God is everyone's law, or ought to be, and if we don't inform them all of this they're all going to Hell and we're going down right along with them for not being our brother's keeper.

Can you tell I've been reading the Poisonwood Bible?

Mmm . . . it's just not me. Lol, this is seriously going to take some acting . . . unless someone can come up with a reason that isn't backwards and historical for why church should be allowed a role in government. I've thought of criminal cases by clergymen in which the Church wants to determine punishment (lol, this is SO Henry II . . . THAT should be one of my examples, woohoo, talk about timely . . . lol), and I've been suggested the success of school voucher programs allowing students a choice in parochial schools as well as secular schools (which is a little more relevant). Anyone else have any suggestions?

After school we had choreography for "Put On Your Sunday Clothes" and it's still stuck in my head. I sat for like the whole second half because I didn't know if she was going to go back to the end, where Ambrose and I are actually in it, but she didn't . . . Brock, Andrew, and I just watched. Woohoo for Vandergelder who's not in it and Ambrose and Ermengarde who don't come in until a bit with a big cart . . .

I actually danced pretty well today, too . . . Nichole is awesome; I told her so, too. She's much more naturally graceful than I am. Lol . . . during one practice round I tripped over my shoes, which were bad ones to wear today, and went careening off into her and then we spun around in a circle around each other for a few seconds. The teacher lady didn't even noticed; she was too busy being amused by something that Dan had just done. She seems to like Dan a lot. She let him have the cookie Mr. Ong offered and no one else, because he was the "best boy dancer" and she couldn't decide on any girls-- we were all apparently equal. She didn't even look at Brock or Andrew or I, who were off waiting for our part. Then I said (she didn't hear me and I really didn't mean her to, lol) that was prejudice against the people who weren't choreographed in that part of the song (you know how I am . . . the Crazy Liberal, apparently, lol), which she choreographed herself. Only Andrew heard me and he hugged me but in this weird way that tickled and dug his chin into the back of my neck so I sort of almost fell over . . . again . . . lol . . .

I can't wait to do it with the parasols, though I'm sure Brock can . . . I apologized to him already in advance for all the times I'm going to end up whacking him in the face with it.

My car door is shut with a rope. The light turns on every time I make a right turn. It's very annoying. I'm afraid of putting things in the back of the car now.

Alice got Robert a really amusing present. *Snickers*

Speaking of which, I need to go out and get something temporary for everyone . . .