I need some serious help because i should be heading upstairs but instead I'm sitting back down to talk about my friend Jared.
Jared moved here at the end of fifth grade. Moved into Stonebridge after living in Hawthorne. When he moved to the neighborhood my mom told me to go and welcome him. I wanted no part of being a one man welcome wagon. But I eventually sucked it up and headed up to his house.
Probably one of the best decisions I ever made. I can say that Jared is one of my best friends in the world, him and Graz are tied for first. But Jared and my friendship is such a unique one.
Neither of us drink or smoke. Instead we sit in his basement and play Star wars Battlefront 2 on Xbox. We both are obsessed with backyard sports; we did operate a fully functioning wiffleball league one summer with a website and statistics. We also had an "underground" ping pong league in my basement. We would create two man teams of celebrities, random people from our actual lives, and historical figures and battle it out for the IPPL championship. I used to send Jared up to his with care packages of sweets. You see the Dr.'s DiSanti used to be real sugar Nazis. Jared would come down to my house an head straight for the drawer where we kept the cookies and pop tarts. Draino loves him some pop tarts. He also will always go with Jordan, game six.
Most of my fondest memories from early adolescence are ones spent with Jared. From backyard football(the hit heard round the world on Pat Cannon), to incredible street hockey match ups, to Madden in his basement where Mike Vick would single-handedly beat Jared every time(trust me he cried conspiracy, but it was just great strategy by me.) We have more inside jokes than most people. (We roll in the baby blues)
I guess the point of this is to say how much I love the kid. I do love him, and I hope he knows it. I hope he plans on keeping me in his life as long as I plan on keeping him in mine. while I could go on for hours more about my best friend I think this is enough for now. I'll leave you with one more thing Jared and I always do.
Any time he drops me off at my house he pulls around the cul-de-sac and puts his car into neutral. He proceeds to rev his engine and we reenact th scene from Remember the Titans where gary pulls up to red light and a fan screams, "That;s you Gary!! That's you!!!" (We leave out the accident part obviously)
That always puts a smile on my face.
If and when you read this, just know I love ya Jack.
NP: Heart of the City- Jay-Z
Thursday, March 1, 2012
WIPS Day One and Abuse
I have a lot to say and I hope I say it all and say it the way I want to.
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Today was a great day. I didn't have either period of geometry because the 9th and 10th graders had to go to the assembly. The assembly was incredible, but I'll talk about that after I speak on the topic of WPIAL swimming championships.
Well 3 and 1/2 hours inside that natatorium was hell on my head. I came out with a wicked headache but it was worth it. Our girls are in first place by 35 points. The medley relay team consisting of Ashley, Amanda, Emily, and Nadiya took first place. Ashley came in second in the 200 IM and Emily tied for second in the 50 free. Amanda didn't do nearly as well as she wanted in her 100 butterfly, but I know she's going to rebound and kick ass in the 100 back tomorrow.
I had so much fun sitting with Jared screaming for our girls; even the ones we didn't know. I think one girl's name was Meredith? Yeah, Meredith sounds right. Anyway, I've become quite the swim fan. Decked out in a West Allegheny swim shirt and red and gray beads. I yelled and yelled for those girls today and felt like a parent or something. I was shaking so bad for Ashley's 200 IM. It was ridiculous.
I'm excited for tomorrow, except I'm going to take some Advil with me and combat the pain. I can say I actually love watching swimming. Swimming is so neat because it's your best against someone else's best. No outside factors, just you against them. If you lose you have no one to blame but yourself. Amanda, if you read this I hope you know that we're all proud of you. And calling a spade a spade, sure you didn't swim your best race today. But in the grand scheme of things today's race is one of the smallest mishaps you will ever face. The fact that you cried over it shows more about the person you are than any gold, silver, or bronze medal would. You can time any race you want, but you can't measure someone's heart. You just can't.
After the meet Jared, Ashley, Amanda, Mr. and Mrs. Gannon, and myself went to eat at Bravo. Mr. Gannon paid which was nice of him. You have to acknowledge times like that. Simple times surrounded by great people. I'll miss times like this when I'm away at college.
The other neat thing was when I went to the bathroom I walked by a door that had a sign for women's gymnastics. Obviously since my mom's time as a gymnast they've changed up the rooms, but it was neat remembering my mom was a college athlete. Often times her extensive vocabulary and overwhelming intelligence makes me forget that she was a good gymnast. I also sat inside by the pool and sent my Aunt Maureen a picture of the pool. She swam at Pitt, her event was some distance in the butterfly. It's neat seeing my ties to Pitt. Seeing that my grandpa went there on a caddying scholarship, my aunt went there to swim, and my mom did gymnastics there. Really a heartwarming moment.
I've realized that no matter where I end up for college or where I live when I'm older, Pittsburgh will always be home.
Now back to our assembly today. It was about abusive teen relationships. And in particular about a young girl some five years ago who was stabbed to death by her ex boy friend. It was an eye opening, horrifically sad story that shook me. I looked around at some of my classmates and saw that they had been abused in their past relationships. Maybe not physically, but definitely emotionally and verbally. It made me realize how prevalent the abuse is. I could go on and on about abuse but I'll try to keep it short and to the point.
No matter if you're a boy or girl, you don't deserve that. I promise anyone who reads this that if they need someone to talk to about an abusive relationship that I am here. Obviously these are only words on a blog, but I mean it wholeheartedly. If you read my blog, then I love you, and if I love you then I'll do anything for you. That's the way I work. So please don't hesitate to come to me for help. If not me go to your best friend or your parents. They want to know this kind of stuff. And while we're reluctant to tell them a lot of stuff we do and a lot of stuff that happens, this is something they need to know. Demi's parents probably wonder to themselves every day what if? What if they would've asked her about it? What if she would have told them? What if she wasn't home alone that night? All these what ifs won't bring back their beautiful daughter though. Nothing will. And that is a sad, sad thought. You work so hard to raise your daughter to be a marvel citizen only to have her life taken by some boy enraged because of a break up? It isn't fair. And while they say life isn't fair, that saying just doesn't cover something like this. This was an atrocity, an avoidable atrocity that wasn't avoided due to a lack of knowledge. Get informed about signs of abuse, it might just save a life.
Final thoughts for the night are this. If I ever, ever come in contact with a man who has hit a woman I'll lose it. I don't care if it's a girl I have no affiliation with or it's my own mother. If you hit a woman everything else is irrelevant. Laying hands on a female is unforgivable. I pray the day never comes where I'm in the presence of an abuser. I have no tolerance at all for it, and I won't be rational with them. There is nothing rational about hitting a girl, so why should I give you time to explain yourself? It's inexcusable and the day I'm face to face with someone who has done it is the day I'll finally fight. Two things I promise to fight for in this world; any woman and any part of my family.
Actually here's the last thing. Chivalry is far from dead. I like to think of myself as a chivalrous young man. I'm no knight in shining armor; rather a kid in a pea coat, but I'll show you the way you should be treated. I promise that.
NP: The Break Up Song- Wale
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Today was a great day. I didn't have either period of geometry because the 9th and 10th graders had to go to the assembly. The assembly was incredible, but I'll talk about that after I speak on the topic of WPIAL swimming championships.Well 3 and 1/2 hours inside that natatorium was hell on my head. I came out with a wicked headache but it was worth it. Our girls are in first place by 35 points. The medley relay team consisting of Ashley, Amanda, Emily, and Nadiya took first place. Ashley came in second in the 200 IM and Emily tied for second in the 50 free. Amanda didn't do nearly as well as she wanted in her 100 butterfly, but I know she's going to rebound and kick ass in the 100 back tomorrow.
I had so much fun sitting with Jared screaming for our girls; even the ones we didn't know. I think one girl's name was Meredith? Yeah, Meredith sounds right. Anyway, I've become quite the swim fan. Decked out in a West Allegheny swim shirt and red and gray beads. I yelled and yelled for those girls today and felt like a parent or something. I was shaking so bad for Ashley's 200 IM. It was ridiculous.
I'm excited for tomorrow, except I'm going to take some Advil with me and combat the pain. I can say I actually love watching swimming. Swimming is so neat because it's your best against someone else's best. No outside factors, just you against them. If you lose you have no one to blame but yourself. Amanda, if you read this I hope you know that we're all proud of you. And calling a spade a spade, sure you didn't swim your best race today. But in the grand scheme of things today's race is one of the smallest mishaps you will ever face. The fact that you cried over it shows more about the person you are than any gold, silver, or bronze medal would. You can time any race you want, but you can't measure someone's heart. You just can't.
After the meet Jared, Ashley, Amanda, Mr. and Mrs. Gannon, and myself went to eat at Bravo. Mr. Gannon paid which was nice of him. You have to acknowledge times like that. Simple times surrounded by great people. I'll miss times like this when I'm away at college.
The other neat thing was when I went to the bathroom I walked by a door that had a sign for women's gymnastics. Obviously since my mom's time as a gymnast they've changed up the rooms, but it was neat remembering my mom was a college athlete. Often times her extensive vocabulary and overwhelming intelligence makes me forget that she was a good gymnast. I also sat inside by the pool and sent my Aunt Maureen a picture of the pool. She swam at Pitt, her event was some distance in the butterfly. It's neat seeing my ties to Pitt. Seeing that my grandpa went there on a caddying scholarship, my aunt went there to swim, and my mom did gymnastics there. Really a heartwarming moment.I've realized that no matter where I end up for college or where I live when I'm older, Pittsburgh will always be home.
Now back to our assembly today. It was about abusive teen relationships. And in particular about a young girl some five years ago who was stabbed to death by her ex boy friend. It was an eye opening, horrifically sad story that shook me. I looked around at some of my classmates and saw that they had been abused in their past relationships. Maybe not physically, but definitely emotionally and verbally. It made me realize how prevalent the abuse is. I could go on and on about abuse but I'll try to keep it short and to the point.
No matter if you're a boy or girl, you don't deserve that. I promise anyone who reads this that if they need someone to talk to about an abusive relationship that I am here. Obviously these are only words on a blog, but I mean it wholeheartedly. If you read my blog, then I love you, and if I love you then I'll do anything for you. That's the way I work. So please don't hesitate to come to me for help. If not me go to your best friend or your parents. They want to know this kind of stuff. And while we're reluctant to tell them a lot of stuff we do and a lot of stuff that happens, this is something they need to know. Demi's parents probably wonder to themselves every day what if? What if they would've asked her about it? What if she would have told them? What if she wasn't home alone that night? All these what ifs won't bring back their beautiful daughter though. Nothing will. And that is a sad, sad thought. You work so hard to raise your daughter to be a marvel citizen only to have her life taken by some boy enraged because of a break up? It isn't fair. And while they say life isn't fair, that saying just doesn't cover something like this. This was an atrocity, an avoidable atrocity that wasn't avoided due to a lack of knowledge. Get informed about signs of abuse, it might just save a life.
Final thoughts for the night are this. If I ever, ever come in contact with a man who has hit a woman I'll lose it. I don't care if it's a girl I have no affiliation with or it's my own mother. If you hit a woman everything else is irrelevant. Laying hands on a female is unforgivable. I pray the day never comes where I'm in the presence of an abuser. I have no tolerance at all for it, and I won't be rational with them. There is nothing rational about hitting a girl, so why should I give you time to explain yourself? It's inexcusable and the day I'm face to face with someone who has done it is the day I'll finally fight. Two things I promise to fight for in this world; any woman and any part of my family.
Actually here's the last thing. Chivalry is far from dead. I like to think of myself as a chivalrous young man. I'm no knight in shining armor; rather a kid in a pea coat, but I'll show you the way you should be treated. I promise that.
NP: The Break Up Song- Wale
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Turn Around
Well my first blog today was about how I was feeling out of it. My day ran it's course and I feel much, much better. I'm not sure why I felt a bit lost before. usually when I feel that way I get back on track by simply acknowledging the fact that I have no reason to be feeling that way. That theory worked today. After blogging about not feeling right my day turned around.
I went over to Ty's to watch the game. I fell asleep for a good part of the game which I owe him an apology for. Him being my best friend he didn't disturb me, he let my sleep run it's course and when I woke up he started poking me with his foot calling me sleepyhead or some other stupid name.
After that I came home and napped again for fifteen minutes. (Prior to my dream blog.)
I ate dinner with the family like I do most nights and got my Economics done and my college level paper done. While working on my homework I got a text saying that two of my friends were going to Starbucks and I was forced to go with them. Maybe that is a bit sensationalized, I wanted to go more than anything.
At Starbucks I paid, which I felt was my duty, and we sat around and drank our caffeinated beverages. Actually they drank iced coffee or some shit and I drank a chocolate chip frappachino. Classic me not liking coffee. We talked about relationships, mostly of the failed sorts and about Mara's horrible luck with dogs. when I say horrible luck I mean her overwhelming ability to kill any dog that spends too much time around her. Except Dusty, he lived a long live that ended in old age. (What a fitting name right? Dusty, he got old and turned to dust? Clever I think.) I enjoyed the time spent together.
I feel like I have locked up the role of gay best friend. Whether with Mara and Kendall or Anna and Jordan I feel like a smaller version of Damian from Mean Girls, except I would like to establish the fact that I am in no way a homosexual.
I accept yet renounce the role of gay best friend. I like the fashionable stereotype associated with it but hate that I always seem to get stuck in the friend zone. While I despise the friend zone I would never wish to not be friends with the girls I am friends with. I love them all to death and will take any role I have to to stay in their lives.
The struggle I find myself in is that i am always reading blogs about finding a dream guy and getting into a fairy tale relationship. I want the fairy tale relationship, but question if it's at all a fairy tale. Disney and modern media has portrayed these loving relationships as fantasy. I see them as anything but that. I want a girl I can call mine who is my one and only. I want to do anything for her and be the reason she smiles. I'll be your prince charming, but I am not climbing on a damn horse. That shit just won't happen. But I will open the door for you, compliment you, listen to your "funny stories", and just be your best friend. I just need a chance.
For now I'll walk Friendship Road, and I acknowledge the fact that I can still do all those things for my friends. I guess I'm just a sucker for sappy love stories. Sue me.
NP:
I went over to Ty's to watch the game. I fell asleep for a good part of the game which I owe him an apology for. Him being my best friend he didn't disturb me, he let my sleep run it's course and when I woke up he started poking me with his foot calling me sleepyhead or some other stupid name.
After that I came home and napped again for fifteen minutes. (Prior to my dream blog.)
I ate dinner with the family like I do most nights and got my Economics done and my college level paper done. While working on my homework I got a text saying that two of my friends were going to Starbucks and I was forced to go with them. Maybe that is a bit sensationalized, I wanted to go more than anything.
At Starbucks I paid, which I felt was my duty, and we sat around and drank our caffeinated beverages. Actually they drank iced coffee or some shit and I drank a chocolate chip frappachino. Classic me not liking coffee. We talked about relationships, mostly of the failed sorts and about Mara's horrible luck with dogs. when I say horrible luck I mean her overwhelming ability to kill any dog that spends too much time around her. Except Dusty, he lived a long live that ended in old age. (What a fitting name right? Dusty, he got old and turned to dust? Clever I think.) I enjoyed the time spent together.
I feel like I have locked up the role of gay best friend. Whether with Mara and Kendall or Anna and Jordan I feel like a smaller version of Damian from Mean Girls, except I would like to establish the fact that I am in no way a homosexual. I accept yet renounce the role of gay best friend. I like the fashionable stereotype associated with it but hate that I always seem to get stuck in the friend zone. While I despise the friend zone I would never wish to not be friends with the girls I am friends with. I love them all to death and will take any role I have to to stay in their lives.
The struggle I find myself in is that i am always reading blogs about finding a dream guy and getting into a fairy tale relationship. I want the fairy tale relationship, but question if it's at all a fairy tale. Disney and modern media has portrayed these loving relationships as fantasy. I see them as anything but that. I want a girl I can call mine who is my one and only. I want to do anything for her and be the reason she smiles. I'll be your prince charming, but I am not climbing on a damn horse. That shit just won't happen. But I will open the door for you, compliment you, listen to your "funny stories", and just be your best friend. I just need a chance.
For now I'll walk Friendship Road, and I acknowledge the fact that I can still do all those things for my friends. I guess I'm just a sucker for sappy love stories. Sue me.
NP:
strange dream
I just took a 15 minute nap and I had the weirdest dream. I was at a hockey game watching someone I was best friends with in 2nd grade. He was in goal and I fight broke out. He got right into it and without his mask on I saw the person he is today. I saw the 18 year old him. He skated toe to toe with the other kids while trying to get off his equipment to fight better.
When the fight ended the game was called too and he came off the ice. For a second the dream went black and when it came back I was talking to him off the ice. Only now it was the kid I knew in second grade. A much smaller kid with a rounder, younger face. His hair was shorter and had bright blonde highlights. Talking to him was carefree second grade talk. Extremely innocent and friendly.
This dream hit me hard. In a way it represents change. Physical change being the smallest change.
When I saw him as the man he is today he was fighting, a violent fight and a violent thing to remember someone for. The younger him showed the old him. The carefree, stress free young boy who hadn't seen or tasted the evils this world has to offer.
That dream will stick with me for a while.
When the fight ended the game was called too and he came off the ice. For a second the dream went black and when it came back I was talking to him off the ice. Only now it was the kid I knew in second grade. A much smaller kid with a rounder, younger face. His hair was shorter and had bright blonde highlights. Talking to him was carefree second grade talk. Extremely innocent and friendly.
This dream hit me hard. In a way it represents change. Physical change being the smallest change.
When I saw him as the man he is today he was fighting, a violent fight and a violent thing to remember someone for. The younger him showed the old him. The carefree, stress free young boy who hadn't seen or tasted the evils this world has to offer.
That dream will stick with me for a while.
Mid-Day Review
Today's been an extremely mediocre day thus far. I've been feeling a bit out of it and I'm not sure if it's because I'm in a sort of sleep deprived coma or something bigger than that. I'm usually okay with 5 and 1/2 hours of sleep so I'm leaning towards the latter.
Not sure what it is but I feel like I'm missing something. I've been unmotivated and haven't put everything into my school work this week which isn't like me at all.
Overall I'm in a pretty good mood, I'm happy, but feel a bit off. I'll be alright though. In half an hour I'll get to watch the USA-Italy soccer game with Ty and Zach so that'll put me in a good mood.
The rest of my night is uncertain and maybe that's for the best. Spontaneity is a blessing.
NP: Purple Flowers- Drake and Wiz
Not sure what it is but I feel like I'm missing something. I've been unmotivated and haven't put everything into my school work this week which isn't like me at all.
Overall I'm in a pretty good mood, I'm happy, but feel a bit off. I'll be alright though. In half an hour I'll get to watch the USA-Italy soccer game with Ty and Zach so that'll put me in a good mood.
The rest of my night is uncertain and maybe that's for the best. Spontaneity is a blessing.
NP: Purple Flowers- Drake and Wiz
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Darn Econ
Sorry guys I've been busy trying to learn Econ. Well by learn I mean looking at the answers online, translating them, picking up the main points and putting them into a word document. Mr. Quinn wouldn't mind though, he likes me.
As for today. It was a great day. I dressed up for school today, red corduroys, a white button down shirt, a tie, and Sperrys. Last night at baseball Coach D told me too and I figured what the heck?
It felt good being dressed up. It's something I really enjoy doing. I like having people notice me and ask why I'm dressed up. In reality I didn't dress up for Coach D. I dressed up for self satisfaction. And I got that today.
School breezed by and after school I did some cardio and core before finding Jenny outside and coming home.
I feel the need to say how amazed I am with Jenny's dedication to track. today she did the pole vaulters workout and the sprinters work out one on one with Will Mills. She stays after everyday to run at the non mandatory practices and tonight she asked me for core workouts to do to get her core stronger so she can run faster. I think she has a bright future in track and in whatever else she puts her mind to.
Aside from being at the school to learn and workout I came back up at 6 to watch my cousin Carly play basketball. She's on Bishop Canevin's team and tonight they played at West A. It was fun to go and hang out with my Dad's side of the family because I don't really see them that much. My Uncle John and Uncle Jeff were both there and they were as big a crack up as always. They yell and scream and say inappropriate things. They are very obviously my father's brothers.
After the game I came home and headed back out to eat with Graz. We got some free pancakes at IHOP and we shared some laughs. We're both extremely excited for senior trip. Thinking about it is making me antsy. We also laughed because we felt like we were at school inside IHOP. half the staff is comprised of current West A students and it was funny to joke around with them and just have a good time with no teachers around.
On the way home Graz had me choose the songs and I couldn't stop playing Fine By Me by Andy Grammer. That song seriously puts me in such a good mood. The lyrics are just so good, maybe not to some people obsessed with deep lyrics and meanings, but to me the simplicity of the song is spectacular.
Maybe it's just me but I know that this is the song I want to sing to the girl of my dreams. (Granted I'm not a great singer, but i'd try my damnedest) Whether I've met her yet or not remains to be seen, but the girl who sings this song with me would be the girl I'd love to stay with and "never leave."
As for today. It was a great day. I dressed up for school today, red corduroys, a white button down shirt, a tie, and Sperrys. Last night at baseball Coach D told me too and I figured what the heck?
It felt good being dressed up. It's something I really enjoy doing. I like having people notice me and ask why I'm dressed up. In reality I didn't dress up for Coach D. I dressed up for self satisfaction. And I got that today.
School breezed by and after school I did some cardio and core before finding Jenny outside and coming home.
I feel the need to say how amazed I am with Jenny's dedication to track. today she did the pole vaulters workout and the sprinters work out one on one with Will Mills. She stays after everyday to run at the non mandatory practices and tonight she asked me for core workouts to do to get her core stronger so she can run faster. I think she has a bright future in track and in whatever else she puts her mind to.
Aside from being at the school to learn and workout I came back up at 6 to watch my cousin Carly play basketball. She's on Bishop Canevin's team and tonight they played at West A. It was fun to go and hang out with my Dad's side of the family because I don't really see them that much. My Uncle John and Uncle Jeff were both there and they were as big a crack up as always. They yell and scream and say inappropriate things. They are very obviously my father's brothers.
After the game I came home and headed back out to eat with Graz. We got some free pancakes at IHOP and we shared some laughs. We're both extremely excited for senior trip. Thinking about it is making me antsy. We also laughed because we felt like we were at school inside IHOP. half the staff is comprised of current West A students and it was funny to joke around with them and just have a good time with no teachers around.
On the way home Graz had me choose the songs and I couldn't stop playing Fine By Me by Andy Grammer. That song seriously puts me in such a good mood. The lyrics are just so good, maybe not to some people obsessed with deep lyrics and meanings, but to me the simplicity of the song is spectacular.
Maybe it's just me but I know that this is the song I want to sing to the girl of my dreams. (Granted I'm not a great singer, but i'd try my damnedest) Whether I've met her yet or not remains to be seen, but the girl who sings this song with me would be the girl I'd love to stay with and "never leave."
Obviously this is what's NP.
Chardon Shooting
As i'm sure you've all hear there was a school shooting yesterday in a rural Ohio town. I didn't do a full investigation into the shooting but what I've gathered is that the boy who did the shooting didn't attend Chardon High, rather he went to a type of reform school for troubled kids. Today a second victim of the shooting was declared brain dead.
Two innocent lives taken for what reason? Maybe the kid had been bullied, maybe he was an "at risk youth," and maybe I'm in no position to judge him but this is my blog and I'll damn well do what I want. In my opinion this kid is a coward. Dealing with your problems by bringing a gun to school and shooting several kids? What a pussy way to deal with problems. I'm glad the gunman didn't kill himself because suicide is the ultimate attempt of cowardice.
What I find incredible is that the school's assistant football coach chased the gunman from the school. I don't care if he thought the kid was out of bullets or not, that is a bad ass thing to do. It only takes seconds to put another clip into a pistol. That football coach is such a brave individual in my opinion. On a less serious note I could totally see Coach Druga being that guy at our school. Either him or Coach barry would definitely be the one to chase down a gunman. Druga would take any attack on this school as a personal attack and would go nuts.
That's all I have for right now. Just getting my point across that the coach is a hero and the shooter a coward. I feel bad for that coward though because he'll never know what it's like to be brave. He made a decision that will be with him for the rest of his life and he has to live with those lives on his hands forever. I feel bad for him.
NP: Superman- Five for Fighting
Two innocent lives taken for what reason? Maybe the kid had been bullied, maybe he was an "at risk youth," and maybe I'm in no position to judge him but this is my blog and I'll damn well do what I want. In my opinion this kid is a coward. Dealing with your problems by bringing a gun to school and shooting several kids? What a pussy way to deal with problems. I'm glad the gunman didn't kill himself because suicide is the ultimate attempt of cowardice.
What I find incredible is that the school's assistant football coach chased the gunman from the school. I don't care if he thought the kid was out of bullets or not, that is a bad ass thing to do. It only takes seconds to put another clip into a pistol. That football coach is such a brave individual in my opinion. On a less serious note I could totally see Coach Druga being that guy at our school. Either him or Coach barry would definitely be the one to chase down a gunman. Druga would take any attack on this school as a personal attack and would go nuts.
That's all I have for right now. Just getting my point across that the coach is a hero and the shooter a coward. I feel bad for that coward though because he'll never know what it's like to be brave. He made a decision that will be with him for the rest of his life and he has to live with those lives on his hands forever. I feel bad for him.
NP: Superman- Five for Fighting
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