Two letters, TV.
Two channels, Nickelodeon and Disney Channel.
Oh how they have changed from when we were growing up. Hey Arnold, Zoey 101, Lizzie Mcguire, the Amanda Show, That's so Raven, Even Stevens, Drake and Josh, Doug!, Rugrats, Troop, Life as a Teenage Robot, the list goes on and on and on. But what happened to these shows?? We now have shows like iCarly, Hannah Montanna, Supah Ninjas and so on. I know these old shows are cheesey, but they were real. They showed normal life for kids and teens. They showed how families got a long, and how school should be important. Shows today demonstrate people stumbling upon fame (whether on the web or musically), or living double lifes. We just can't relate to the ideas of the TV shows today like we use to be able to.
If we know TV has so much impact on youth today, then why are we allowing them to watch shows which falsly show what "teenager's lives should be like"? The shows should have some value and educational aspects incorporated. I am not saying it should be a boring school movie, but they shouldn't be mind-mushing cartoons either.
Inspiration comes from what we see. Then shouldn't we see what the real world is like, even with a few tweaks, so that we have the real picture, not some holleywood depicted version of what life with a million dollars would be like.
The shows need to be original (there is that word again). Not copy cats or repeats of other shows just in a different setting. If I wanted to watch a certain show, I would watch the real-original one, not a piggybacked one with different people.
Kids are growing up with junk TV, no wonder the younger generations are so messed up. We went from real life shows to stupid humor ruining kids futures.
This isn't all my thinking, I would like to thank Alysha Halaand about her contributions to this topic.(:
I think this is all I have to say for now. Until next time, Exit Stage Left.(:
Friday, April 15, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
My Dad has read the book on how to embarrass me.
Fridays are our Plaza Mexico days for my family and family friends. Well as you know, students didn't have school this Friday because of a teacher in service day. Its kinda nice to go to Plaza Mexico on these days because you get to see your old teachers from elementary school. Occasionally there are teachers there you don't want to see or are you teachers right now. Now seeing any teacher outside of the school walls can be and tends to be somewhat awkward unless you really enjoyed them. I can't say I haven't enjoyed Dykstras class, but my Dad made it very awkward for me when Dykstra stood by my table waiting to pay last Friday morning.
Before I continue, you have to understand my Dad. My Dad likes to make jokes, kinda laughs loud, and knows just how to make me turn bright red. Still gotta say I love him! (:
We drove into the parking lot, and the first thing I said was, "I don't think there is going to be any tables open." My Mom and I walked in to get a table of at least 6 (we weren't sure how many people were coming) and surprisingly we got seated right away. Unfortunately it was in the worst spot, Right smack in front of the counter you pay at. We weren't gonna complain though, cause we would have been waiting a LONG time to get a different seat. So we were sitting and waiting for our food. The next thing you know we are surrounded by a wall of people on all sides. A few teachers we knew but hadn't seen for a while talked to us then went on their way. Just after I got done talking to one of my 5th grade teachers, Mr. Ruger, I realized Dykstra was standing right across the table from me.
That's when I quietly nudged my Mom showing her who my English teacher was. She nonchalantly looked and then didn't say anything. Totally fine by me. My dad on the other hand, had to ask who it was and purposefully say Dkystra's name very loudly. I knew I was going to get red, so I looked down and played with my phone. At this time my Dad is laughing his head off at me. I look up just in time to see Dykstra look over his shoulder with a questioning look at, mainly my Dad, but the table in general. Being my Dad, he took advantage of this opportunity to make yet another comment. EMBARRASSING!! I hope Dykstra didn't hear anything, but I don't think that is the case.
Luckily I know how to get back at my dad, and quickly forgave him. Thanks Dad for this wonderful blog topic. Thanks a ton. Love you. Until next time, good luck exiting stage left.
Before I continue, you have to understand my Dad. My Dad likes to make jokes, kinda laughs loud, and knows just how to make me turn bright red. Still gotta say I love him! (:
We drove into the parking lot, and the first thing I said was, "I don't think there is going to be any tables open." My Mom and I walked in to get a table of at least 6 (we weren't sure how many people were coming) and surprisingly we got seated right away. Unfortunately it was in the worst spot, Right smack in front of the counter you pay at. We weren't gonna complain though, cause we would have been waiting a LONG time to get a different seat. So we were sitting and waiting for our food. The next thing you know we are surrounded by a wall of people on all sides. A few teachers we knew but hadn't seen for a while talked to us then went on their way. Just after I got done talking to one of my 5th grade teachers, Mr. Ruger, I realized Dykstra was standing right across the table from me.
That's when I quietly nudged my Mom showing her who my English teacher was. She nonchalantly looked and then didn't say anything. Totally fine by me. My dad on the other hand, had to ask who it was and purposefully say Dkystra's name very loudly. I knew I was going to get red, so I looked down and played with my phone. At this time my Dad is laughing his head off at me. I look up just in time to see Dykstra look over his shoulder with a questioning look at, mainly my Dad, but the table in general. Being my Dad, he took advantage of this opportunity to make yet another comment. EMBARRASSING!! I hope Dykstra didn't hear anything, but I don't think that is the case.
Luckily I know how to get back at my dad, and quickly forgave him. Thanks Dad for this wonderful blog topic. Thanks a ton. Love you. Until next time, good luck exiting stage left.
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