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Purple Green and Gold
Mar. 4th, 2011 03:25 pmI love Mardi Gras. It's a big deal down here in Mississippi, and of course, Louisiana. But we don't actually celebrate it, my family. No, my love for it is that it is a holiday here and it gives me a four day weekend.
I might end up at Miss Val's house and end up playin Spades with her, Miss Charlotte, and Miss Pam, pig out on their junk food, eat crab legs.
I hate speech class though. I don't start freaking out 'til I get up there, but I can act pretty well, because for the most part, no one call tell I'm shaking up there and well after I sit down. I did mine about guitars, where they came from, yada yada.
But then I got pissed off. Bayete's nice and all. And I don't care if you do a speech about dreads and how they're a religious thing. But Do Not say that there's anything Christian about it. The Bible says that it is a shame for a man to have long hair. The only examples of it being acceptable otherwise was in the Old Testament, under the law, in certain circumstances. Before you do something and call it Christian, you'd best do your research.
I questioned him on it and his answer was utter BS and a repeat of something in his speech that didn't answer my question. Then this girl jumps in with 'It's their prerogative.'
Ooh, aren't you clever, using one of the vocab words? Aw! Chick, this is an A - B conversation, C yourself over there!
Pissed me off.
Which is why I went home and wrote my speech for the next one, which is a persuasive one. I impressed myself, because it didn't even take that long.
I was hyped up for it though, righteously indignant. I was ranting at Kwanza, and yelling and Ma just went in her room and closed the door on her crazy kids. Well, I'll tell ya, it came from somewhere, Mother! Remember that.
So...I'm outta school 'til Wednesday (which is a queer word), and I have homework but I think I'll work on updating my four, neglected stories. And do the homework at the last minute.
I might end up at Miss Val's house and end up playin Spades with her, Miss Charlotte, and Miss Pam, pig out on their junk food, eat crab legs.
I hate speech class though. I don't start freaking out 'til I get up there, but I can act pretty well, because for the most part, no one call tell I'm shaking up there and well after I sit down. I did mine about guitars, where they came from, yada yada.
But then I got pissed off. Bayete's nice and all. And I don't care if you do a speech about dreads and how they're a religious thing. But Do Not say that there's anything Christian about it. The Bible says that it is a shame for a man to have long hair. The only examples of it being acceptable otherwise was in the Old Testament, under the law, in certain circumstances. Before you do something and call it Christian, you'd best do your research.
I questioned him on it and his answer was utter BS and a repeat of something in his speech that didn't answer my question. Then this girl jumps in with 'It's their prerogative.'
Ooh, aren't you clever, using one of the vocab words? Aw! Chick, this is an A - B conversation, C yourself over there!
Pissed me off.
Which is why I went home and wrote my speech for the next one, which is a persuasive one. I impressed myself, because it didn't even take that long.
I was hyped up for it though, righteously indignant. I was ranting at Kwanza, and yelling and Ma just went in her room and closed the door on her crazy kids. Well, I'll tell ya, it came from somewhere, Mother! Remember that.
So...I'm outta school 'til Wednesday (which is a queer word), and I have homework but I think I'll work on updating my four, neglected stories. And do the homework at the last minute.
