Arrogance and Malicious Speech Have Taken Over Our School

ar·ro·gant

 

adjective

1.

making claims or pretensions to superior importance orrights; overbearingly assuming; insolently proud: an arrogantpublic official.

2.

characterized by or proceeding from arrogance: arrogantclaims.

— adj
	having or showing an exaggerated opinion of one's ownimportance, merit, ability, etc; conceited; overbearingly proud

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There it is: it doesn't make any difference who we are or what we are, there's always somebody to look down on! somebody to hold in light esteem, somebody to be indifferent about.

Mark Twain

A person unlearns arrogance when he knows he is always among worthy human beings; being alone fosters presumption. Young people are arrogant because they always associate with their own peers, those who are all really nothing but who would like to be very important.

Friedrich Nietzsche

THIS JUST IN: RUDE PEOPLE ARE TO BE SHIPPED OFF TO JUPITER!!!!!

I was raised in a home where manners are pretty important and a true gentleman better hold open the door for other people. Rude people irk me quite a bit. So today, when I was on my way back inside the building at lunch, I noticed a guy going to the same door as me out of the corner of my eye. I think he was a sophomore, too. I stopped, expecting him to open the door and maybe even hold it open for me. He stopped at the same time right beside me and did not open the door. He gave me the hand signal for me to go ahead through the door. This made me extremely mad because he should've opened the door and let me through while he held it open. So, when I opened the door, I did so quite aggressively to let him know I was agitated. He was rude and he needs to learn how not to be rude. It's kinda like all these people in the hallways at school. They are so rude and stop in the middle of the hallway to talk to people and push people out of their way to stand and talk. They take up the whole hallway when they walk to class. I have been going to the main high school campus for three years now and this is the worst the hallways have ever been. Something has got to change. I think all the rude people of the world should be shipped off to Jupiter so that the well-mannered people don't have to put up with the icky rude ones.

My Mother, the Spider Hunter

I have a somewhat extreme fear of spiders and I can't stand the icky feeling I get when I kill one. Last night, as I was laying in bed praying, I noticed a spider crawling on my ceiling. It couldn't have been bigger than half an inch in diameter, but I considered the spider to be a monster. I sat up and it immediately stopped crawling. I lied down again and it resumed it's crawling. I sat up again and, of course, the spider stopped crawling. I lied down and it started crawling again. I sat up one more time and texted my mama to tell her about the spider and ask her to kill it for me. I knew she would, though, because she usually kills spiders for me. Besides, I am too short to have reached the spider on my ceiling. Immediately after recieving my text, my mama came in my room to kill the beast for me. She grabbed the hairspray and sprayed it on the ceiling where the spider was. This was in an effort to slow it down because, I don't know why, hairspray slows spiders down. The spider was weakened by the hairspray and Mama was able to kill it successfully. Yay!!!!!

my very first blog EVER!!!! and my very first time leading music at my church!!!!!

So this is obviously my first blog, so it will probably be terrible. Yesterday, I made a deal with my daddy that I would lead the music at church if I didn't have to do something he told me to do. Now, my church still sings out of the hymnals so I pulled out an old red-back hymnal and started going through the songs. I found a lot of really good ones that I would have loved to do, but we would have sung at least ten songs total. I had to narrow it down to three. That was hard. Then, I started to doubt my ability to actually lead the worship. This, of course, is not the first time that has happened to me and probably will not be the last. I was in desperate need of someone to talk to about all of this but it was really late so I just talked to God. Well, the morning came and I led the worship at church and everyone said I did good and they were proud of me. I suppose the moral of this story is that I know how to make watergate salad (my favorite).