Occupy Ballot Hall

New York.
Chicago.
Las Vegas.
Washington DC.
Susan B. Anthony Middle School? Yes!

We've been occupying Ballot Hall (after school from 3:30-4:15) since this past Tuesday. It started out with me, Mexico, and Gorpat. Then me, Mexico, Gorpat, and Mrs. Lanza (for about five minutes), and then one day, Nathan Shelby stayed for about 15 minutes, and that did it. We've had at least ten people there every day since then (two days).

We have a MISSION: Student council members are working our derrieres off to make our school BETTER and the administration is withholding funding for projects like Paint your Nails for Charity, Watch, watch Hopscotch, and The Great Cell Phone Fast.

We are occupying their turf because we just want them to consider our ideas, instead of ignoring our emails, refusing extra meetings, and talking to us like we're babies.

Comment on this post and tell us what you think. Are you wanting to make a change? Do you think that you could get something neat accomplished but you just need some help? TELL US ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Remembering.

I feel bad because I DON'T remember. All I have are the clippings that my dad saved for me to look at when I was old enough. Now, I'm old enough. I'm spending tonight reading editorial page from the Wall Street Journal from September 12, 2001. I can't figure this out. I can't understand it. It is too close to something from a movie. I can't imagine it because it is too, too bad. It's worse than any synonym for bad you could ever come up with. There is not a word created in the English language to describe it.

But so many things in the world are like that, though. Like the war Rwanda, Libya, Palestine and Israel and maybe even other things that I don't even know about. Bad things so bad that your brain can't accept it. Maybe if I was more than one year old when it happened, I would be able to remember something.

How about you? Do you remember? Pick up Suffrage Weekly's first issue tomorrow at school to read my editorial, "Welcome back to a Memory We May not even Remember."

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Love, Lylice

Stop Texting, Mom.

Well, grown-ups, here's a taste of your own medicine. STOP ALL THIS TEXTING! You're not listening to us kids anymore! Maybe that's what we thought we wanted -- to have more FREEDOM. But it's actually not because last night my mom was texting her friend during one of her fave radio shows on NPR. It's a good show and I was listening sort of on and off because I was in the middle of building a popsicle stick roof for my governor's mansion. The clincher is that on the show they were talking about how no one is really actually communicating with anyone when it's all through a small remote control type thing and not looking at someone else's FACE. And last night her face was all in her phone.

Listen, parents. Look at me when I talk to you. Answer me when I talk to you. And put that darn thing away already. All texting privileges revoked!

WTH?

Q: does ur mom or dad text more than u?

Q: if so do they tell u not to text so much?

Q: how do u feel about that?

A: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

A: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

A: injustice abounds!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Cupid Covers all Continents

Valentine's Day is coming up. What will you do? There is a dance at our school called Cupid's Cakewalk. You have to bring a cake to get in. And if you win, you get to pick a cake and take it home. So, you could end up picking the cake that you brought, and then take it home. So really, it shouldn't be a rule that you have to bring a cake. Mexico and I are going to the dance together (no, NOT as lesbians), and bringing cakes. I'm bringing a pineapple upside down cake and she's bringing a chocolate one.

If you were in South Africa on Valentine's Day, you'd go river rafting, canoeing, or mountaineering with your mate to celebrate.

If you were in Chile, you might go to the famous Valentine's Day smooching contest.

And if you were in Japan, you would give out chocolates called "Giri-Choko.”

What are you doing this Valentine's Day?!?!

BLLLLOOOOOOGGGG AND TELL ME!

The Town of Batman Would Have Killed Catwoman

There is a story at nytimes.com about a city in Turkey called Batman where young women who have crushes on boys at school are forced to commit suicide by their families. Really. It's true. Go on the website and read it. It's horrifying and I am writing a letter to the Turkish government right now. Who knows if they will get it because they may burn it at customs. Girls are not being allowed to be girls. It is real for a girl AND a boy to have a crush on someone. When I read things like this I feel helpless.

Is there anything we, at Susan B. Anthony Middle School in the Catalina Mountain school district in the city of Tucson in the state of Arizona in the western region of the United States in the country of the United States in the Western Hemisphere on the planet Earth can DO? THAT IS THE QUESTION THAT I WANT YOU TO ANSWER. PLEASE.

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Mom and Dad and Uncle Sam

George W. Bush said that "this violent man will never murder again." He was talking about a man named Abu Musab al-Zarqawi, a terrorist leader from Iraq who has killed many people. He was murdered yesterday, by the United States. You can read about it at timeforkids.com. The United States is no doubt glad that that man is dead. But didn't another violent man kill HIM? Who is more violent and when does the violence stop? It is like if your brother or sister hits you and then you hit back and then they hit back and then you hit back and then they hit back and then you hit back and then they hit back and then you hit back and then they hit back and then you hit back until your mother or father intervenes. The United States always thinks it's the mother or father, but it is really just a kid doing the hitting and hitting back. It is all disgusting, if you ask me.

Q: What does it mean to "win" a war?

Q: Are you the bully sibling, or the sibling who GETS bullied?

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Guinea Apes

Remember when people used to say: "I just made a new chicken recipe, want to be my guinea pig and try some?"

Well, according to bbc.co.uk, you may be replacing the "guinea pig" in your inquiry for your friend to try your chicken with "ape!" They may start testing for diseases and all sorts of other things on apes, not just on rats and mice anymore. They say that they need to test on an animal that is more like a human. But since it is more like a human, isn't that more cruel?

The issue is tough. If you stare at an ape for long enough, you get an eerie feeling that you are looking at a very very very long, lost brother. Would you want to stick tubes into your brother and give him the AIDS virus? On the other paw, don't you want to find a cure for AIDS?

Q: Where do you stand on the issue of animal testing? Are you for or against? Where do you draw the line between learning about disease and cruelty to animals?

BLOG ME, YOU APES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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