Monday, August 31, 2009
Summary: Men's Underwear
It has been found that sales in men's underwear is a good place to look if you want to know when the recession will be over. It seems that when times are tough, people tend to skimp more on underwear than other things, even though they're a necessity.
Friday, August 28, 2009
News Experiences
My three most noteworthy news experiences would have to include the article about Mr. Schwartz, the one about Taylor Otto's death, and the one about Briana Stottrup's suicide.
One news article that I remember would be the one in which Joel Stottrup reported about his own daughter's death. Tears welled up in my eyes as I heard his voice telling me about how she had been clinically depressed, though nobody had seemed to know it. I read his words, telling me that she had been found by her mother, his wife, her wrists still bleeding. They say that 90 percent of the people who attempt to commit suicide find they don't want to die, as they're about to. That's enough to wonder about the people who succeed.
Another significant news article that I have read would be the one about Taylor Otto's unfortunate death. I was in eighth grade and he was in eleventh, so I didn't know him. But my friend, Elizabeth, did. He was seventeen, died in a crash on 95, like so many others before and after him. He was in a car full of friends having fun. The driver was racing down the highway as fast as he dared, but when he tried to go around a bend in the road, he turned too fast and the car rolled. Of the four people inside, only Taylor died. Elizabeth had known his family for years, and I watched as she mourned for him.
The last and most recent news experience I've had is about a substitute teacher and driver's ed. instructor at my school. His name is Mr. Schwartz. Since seventh grade, my best friend, Charlotte, and I have called him Frog Man, because he is very over weight and has squinty eyes that make him look like Jaba the Hut from Star Wars. We always used to joke that he looked like the kind of guy who would kidnap and molest you if you got too close, and dreaded driver's ed., for fear of having to be in a car with him for two hours. In ninth grade, he left the school to go on a two year missionary trip to Brazil. Halfway through tenth grade, the school was doing routine checks on all of the employees' computers and found 145 pornographic images of minors on his. This article made me feel anger, though I wasn't completely surprised. And not just because it was him, but because I live in Princeton. I've always said that my town is probably cursed, because just about every sick, bad thing that can happen in a small town, does.
One news article that I remember would be the one in which Joel Stottrup reported about his own daughter's death. Tears welled up in my eyes as I heard his voice telling me about how she had been clinically depressed, though nobody had seemed to know it. I read his words, telling me that she had been found by her mother, his wife, her wrists still bleeding. They say that 90 percent of the people who attempt to commit suicide find they don't want to die, as they're about to. That's enough to wonder about the people who succeed.
Another significant news article that I have read would be the one about Taylor Otto's unfortunate death. I was in eighth grade and he was in eleventh, so I didn't know him. But my friend, Elizabeth, did. He was seventeen, died in a crash on 95, like so many others before and after him. He was in a car full of friends having fun. The driver was racing down the highway as fast as he dared, but when he tried to go around a bend in the road, he turned too fast and the car rolled. Of the four people inside, only Taylor died. Elizabeth had known his family for years, and I watched as she mourned for him.
The last and most recent news experience I've had is about a substitute teacher and driver's ed. instructor at my school. His name is Mr. Schwartz. Since seventh grade, my best friend, Charlotte, and I have called him Frog Man, because he is very over weight and has squinty eyes that make him look like Jaba the Hut from Star Wars. We always used to joke that he looked like the kind of guy who would kidnap and molest you if you got too close, and dreaded driver's ed., for fear of having to be in a car with him for two hours. In ninth grade, he left the school to go on a two year missionary trip to Brazil. Halfway through tenth grade, the school was doing routine checks on all of the employees' computers and found 145 pornographic images of minors on his. This article made me feel anger, though I wasn't completely surprised. And not just because it was him, but because I live in Princeton. I've always said that my town is probably cursed, because just about every sick, bad thing that can happen in a small town, does.
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