So I get to Hang out with Karen Who's Awesome

Here we are again, wasting another day in school. Last period I honestly slept in English while Hamlet played on the screen. Now we're in Journalism, and yet again Ms. Grosso will not be gracing us with her lovely presence. I really despise the education system on a whole right now. I know what you're saying, "But Chris, I thought you wanted to be an English teacher?" Well you would be correct. Don't you just love the irony. English Education is just a back up anyway. We'll see if this rockstar gig works out first. Pink Flowers!!! new ETA 3 weeks. Yeah, we keep pushing it back I know. Well no hyped up album ever comes out on time. We're just building the suspense for both our fans.

Dont forget to go to March 20. I really want to see this go off with a decent turn out.

www.March20.org
www.Myspace.com/SalttheSky

Christopher

PS
Get me out of here

School Sucks

Haven't posted in a while but I don't want to give up on being a blogger... I mean I just bought a MAC and an iPod, I'm soon to be the owner of an iPhone. It's almost mandated by God that I keep a blog as well.

I just got back from spending less than a day at Northeastern University but it was absolutely amazing. I'm totally in love with the school and have no intentions of going anywhere else. This new love and desire and to be in Boston has intensified the bit of Senioritis (yes, an inflamation of the senior) I was feeling last week. High School no longer holds a place in my heart. Three months and then some.. I might not make it. I think i'm going back to Boston (no, no augustana quote here).

In other news, Salt the Sky is finally making an appearance at Mike Del's March 20 rally. After over a year and a half of nothing we're coming back strong with our cd and hopefully a whole bunch of shows. Its free to all so I hope you're all out there to support the cause and of course enjoy Salt the Sky on March 20th. (ok so I realize Jay is the only who reads this and he probably can't make it even though he'd like to but its worth saying anything.)

So uhh Screw High School

Christopher

Vietnam Memorial

Still not sure why I made this blog. I've had a lot more inspiration to write lately. maybe I post some of my shitty poetry. Yesterday we hit up the Vietnam War Memorial at PNC. It was way too cold to spend more than fifteen minutes at the memorial (I recall Brianne losing feeling in her feet). I would have like to appreciated that a little better. However we got to spend a lot of time in the Vietnam Era Education Center, the majority of which consisted of history plastered on the walls and playing through TVs. But I managed to almost completely ignore that part of, engrossing myself in the collection of letters two and from Vietnam. They ranged from beautifully poetic to borderline Illiterate but I found each one fascinating and important. One thing that especially moved was a poem entitled "The Letters" but i unfortunately cannot find it anywhere on the internet. If I come across it I'll share.

thats about it

Christopher

What a Night

Earlier this week Pequannock lost what many felt was the last vestige of an era. Vincent A. Straka died on January 29, 2007. Those fortunate enough to have him as a teacher will tell you he was the biggest ball buster there was but it was hard not to love him. It's absolutely amazing how much one man can affect you without you even realizing it. For the past three years I have been calling people barbarians left and right for yawning without covering their mouths and I didn't even realize it. So if you didn't have the privilege of attending a class of his then let him teach you still yet in death.

Mr. Straka was as tough as they come and he firmly believed that if he were soft on kids than that's what you would raise; a weak generation. Straka worked until the day he died and he will never know how much he did. Just weeks ago he was still roaming the halls of PTHS sick as anything but that didn't stop him. His sickness may have been getting stronger, but no one can say he was weak. Now that he is gone, I am left with nothing but regret that I didn't make him aware how much a difference he made. So tonight as I bid Uncle Vinny farewell I remind all of you that life goes by too fast. Don't let yourself miss an opportunity. "It's better to rush upon this blade, than give into the fear in your heart."

Goodbye Straka, we all thank you for a life of hard work. I'm sorry you never enjoyed a retirement but your life meant something whether you realized it or not. You only taught me nine short months but I'll keep you with me the rest of my life

Christopher