Aj Ikomoni

“Do you smell it? That smell. A kind of smelly smell. The smelly smell that smells…. Smelly” –Mr. Krabs. At this point of the year that smell is our brains after working a whole year without much break. That’s right ladies and gentlemen were almost there to golden days of summer. We’re so close I can smell it (pun intended) but as all you students out there know its also the time of year were the teachers decide to overload us. Oh you finals coming up let me add a English project, a Spanish project, a history paper, a science paper, and a science project on top of all that. Like seriously we can only take so much and then right after all those are do BAM final exams get thrown right in our face. This is killing me. To be honest though if we actually pace ourselves and abolish every single aspect of our social lives we might actually get it all done but God knows the “due tomorrow, do tomorrow” policy us students follow doesn’t help but whatever. The important thing is that we remember as long as we pass we don’t have to come back to the juvenile prisons called school for at least two months. All we have to does suffer the last three weeks of school as we shed tears for our fallen comrades and blood for our own survival. At this point in time it’s a free for all game. “Let the odds be ever in your favor”? You wish if I have to throw you under the bus to make it through so be it. I am not going down this late in the game. There are only a few and I mean a SELECT FEW that will receive and type of help from me at this point. I have my own problems to worry about not the fact that you forgot your homework. Sorry but you’re on your own. That’s the deal we all hate the homework load put upon us so I’m not bearing yours too. Let me stop.

This post inspired by Cameron Chastain and Almaz Petros. Check out there blogs.

Do you what not only I but also all of the students around the world no matter their ethnicity, race, gender, land, or religion? It’s something so horrific that only the name causes a shiver to run down your spine. This despicable horrible thing is school. Yes school where we are trapped for 8 hours a day 5 hours a week and still have homework to show for it. Honestly the deal is that most students don’t hate school because of issues with a teacher. They don’t hate school because they think the lessons are boring. They including me hate school mainly because of the humongous unorthodox amount of homework. Seriously this has got to stop. More than 80 percent of students are going through tired due to homework and 50 percent are having issues not falling asleep in class and paying attention. The teachers are all like “I want to help you do better”. If you want to help how about not giving me homework the size of mount Everest! Yes I do realize I did a blog post on weekend homework somewhat covering this topic so think of this as the revamped version this time were moving from looking at one small aspect of homework to the absurdity of the it as a whole. “Homework sucks” said every student EVER. Rest and relaxation is needed for the brain to function. If we stay up the whole night doing the same math problem with different problems plugged in there is no possible way for us to get the rest needed to function in class and then when if we fall asleep in school the teachers who are the cause of it. This issue needs to stop. Apart from rest having less homework will actually gives us time for stuff we actually want to do. Let’s say someone wants to be a surgeon but instead of volunteering at a hospital or something like that they have to stay at home doing English homework. Stuff like this should not the usual standard. It s a sad moment that by solely knowing they went to school I immediately know how much they have suffered. Change needs to happen.

This blog post was inspired by me, myself and I.

Do you know what gets to me? What irks me? What gets me so infuriatingly angry that I feel like going skydiving minus the parachute? One word… parents. Everyone reading this blog just cringed and shivered as if a ghost ran right through their body. Let’s be honest here between child and parent there has been an ongoing war that our side is constantly losing. Why is that? Why are the children constantly losing this struggle? Is it because we aren’t smart enough, because our rivals our constantly outwitting us? NO! They may be old and have a little more experience but in our struggles that doesn’t mean anything. We are cunning and quick thinking. We create strategies and notice patterns in our parents and try to use it against them and you know what we do if our strategy gets out dated, if they start to see right through it? We change it up! We come from a different angle and strike again so why by any means are wee losing this battle. The problem is they know they are losing an argument, they know they are being driven into a corner so they pull the one thing that we can’t defend against. “I’ll ground you”. They have way to much leverage on us because in this time period we can’t survive without our phones and technology so they say “I’ll ground you” cowardly using this as an escape route. I don’t care what point they are trying to get across all that is showing me is lack of innovation. As if grounding us will actually help us learn anything, all it does is enrage us. “Do not train a child to learn by force or harshness; but direct them to it by what amuses their minds, so that you may be better able to discover with accuracy the peculiar bent of the genius of each.” –Plato. Honestly this dude was the only one to actually get the adolescent mind. To all you parents reading this think back to what you have done and realize the mistakes you have made. I mean honestly. My favorite excuse that they use is “Are you talking back to me”. I mean seriously, IS THAT NOT HOW A CONVERSATION WORKS?! If not please enlighten me. I’d better stop before an angry parent knocks on my door and threatens to take this laptop away.

This post was sponsored by an Avery near you. That’s right Avery Neumann gave me this topic. Go check out his blog.

So this week’s topic is going to be a little different. Thisweek’s topic is going to be the things I hate while driving that cause my road rage.  For Instance that one idiot who rides on your tail in the middle of traffic as if that’s going to make the traffic go any faster! I mean it’s not like I’m the reason the roads blocked up. Speaking of the devil, traffic is another thing. For the love of Christ it feels like we need a cure to traffic almost as much as we need a cure to cancer! Honestly someone fix that! And the traffic lights!? Dear God please take me now. Every single time I have somewhere to be it just suddenly decides to turn red. Speaking of which you know that one butt that’s looking at their phone texting when the light turns green! Honestly tell Becky you will talk to her later and MOVE! Then there’s that one dude who goes sooooooo slow. I have places to be and things to do! Go faster or get out the way! Also I hate when there is that one person who crosses the street when they’re not suppose to and takes their sweet time walking to cross the street as if there isn’t  a freaking car waiting on you. Every fiber of my being is screaming for me to run his butt over. Then there are other people who have the gall to get mad at my flawless perfectly amazing driving. Who do you think you are! Trying to rage at me?! Boy I will hop out of this car and hand out hot African back hand slaps like its black Friday and Christmas combined!! Then there’s factors like construction and potholes that just decided to pop out of nowhere and ruin your day. You know that feeling you have when your car dips into that pothole? It feels like your about to fall through the ground. In that split moment your life flashes before your eyes, you wish the best to your family, and you look to the sky and say “Jesus… I’m coming home” or maybe something along the lines of “JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL!!!!” This is why I have bad road rage. One of the worst things is when you have driven to a place and you feel like you’ve been to hell and back and you arrive and there is NO PARKING!!!! Its like your arriving at the pearly gates and Saint Peter slams it in your place. Oooooh I’m getting rage just thinking about it. Let me stop.

So this week’s topic is something that students will get and resonate with perfectly. It’s the topic of Weekend homework. That’s right we’re going into the heart of what fears and ales students of all ages and of all countries. Why does it exist!? It’s just another device made by “the man” to keep us down. It’s the schools way of keeping a leash on use over the weekend and it sucks. Think about when you’re in school. You go through tired and drowsy wishing you could shoot yourself right there right now but do you know what keeps us from doing it, the thought of a weekend. We all tell ourselves “I just have to make it through Friday” We tell ourselves this everyday and repeat the process every week creating a never-ending cycle that is only disrupted by long weekends and breaks and only temporarily halted by summer. This process was designed long ago to torture but not kill us, giving us enough room to breathe but not to rest. Some sadistic being long ago decided to enslave us and put on the facade saying “It is the betterment of our future”. Yes we need to learn to get smarter but a lot of stuff is UNECCESARY! As if I will ever need to know that King Richard was captured and ransomed for twice the price of England. Come on if you want to teach us at least make it worthwhile. Anyways the point is that even though we are given that brief moment to breathe even that little that we have is taken away by Weekend homework. It’s given to mess up our whole weekend as we try to balance the unnecessary task given us with our actual lives. It’s meant to keep us from what we want to do and stop us from going where we want to go. Think of how many times you wanted to go somewhere and had to take a rain check for some homework. Honestly it just makes me cringe. The very thought of it kills me and it hurts all of us. I hate the idea of weekend homework. It just screws us over.

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Jackson Branton

Hey my names A.J. Ikomoni. I know, I know the names probably a bit different to most of you but  I'll explain that later. I was born on April 6, 1999 in Our Lady of Mercy hospital in Bronx, New York so for those of you who struggle in math that means that at the time this post is uploaded I'm fifteen years old. I'm the youngest of three children and I happen to be the only male child in the family and no I personally don't believe I'm spoiled but hey who does nobody wants to own up to that. Back to the family, I have two sisters Alexis and Tassia both of which can be very annoying 85% of the time. Fun fact: my mom was actually pregnant with me when my parents actually got married. My mom is was born in Jamaica moved to America moved to England then moved back to America in Bronx, New York were she met my dad who was born in Nigeria and moved to America. My parents met on a business arrangement because my mom was in mortgage (idk what that even is) and my dad was in real estate. They met became friends, got funky, then eventually got married. This is how the sexy black beast writing this amazing blog post came to be. So yeah we moved from New York to Georgia and I've been going to the same school ever since. I go to CCS, Alexis goes to Kennesaw State, Tassia is out of College, and both my parents are now pastors. To be honest my family is mad weird. One thing I'm going to touch on is my dad is very African cultured and tries to get it to rub off on me. This never works the only success he had in that department was my name. Speaking of which I'm ending this by answering a question I'm am frequently asked and have only told the answer to 7 people. The question is: "A.J. what is your full name?" Get ready cause it a big one. My full name is Alexander John Ehrioghene Ikomoni Jr.