Here we are again I will be talking about school sorry in advanced. Today I received a wonderful comment on my poem I had written yesterday from (). Here is the comment and my response and I will than start onto a little bit about school and this happiness in childhood as compared to teenage years.

“Kred35
Perhaps I'm a bit older but seeing a mind of an 18yr old and your intense outlook of this world is way beyond what I could imagine of an 18yr old. That's just a nbr of course, but the maturity of one is incredible to me. Maybe, I've been in my own world a bit, and the fact I have an 11yr old, not quite a teenager. I'm very impressed with your maturity level and how you see todays society. My sentiments exactly!
Perhaps it's stereotyping and my apologies.....but You have given me a different light through your words, seeing through your eyes. How did you become so mature so quickly!...HA! I thought I knew a little bit, after reading this poem, and feeling the in-depth of your words? I know nothing....LOL!!
Posted: Jul 4, 2008
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I can recall my parents reading to me very young and I think this is something that modern societies are losing as well. My father have been teaching me multiplication and square routes at six or seven years of age somehow. It isn't teen years that determine who a child will be as a person. It isn't even after ten that really determines who a child is. The period in which they are so young and so susceptible to ideas instilled this is when they gain their values and levels of quick learning I will call it which may develop into what people deem intelligence. Intelligence is not really what it seems people with vast amounts of knowledge are not necessarily intelligent they just learn quickly and retain information well. I personally determine intelligence by situation analysis and reactions to scenarios and situation of life. The ability to observe things and understand how they work is the true ability we all need to regain. This ability to understand things is going to be something developed during childhood. This saying curiosity killed the cat. Curiosity makes us lack what we need the stimulation that asking how does this work. Why does this work that way the best thing you can teach someone in life is to question what they don't understand. This is somewhat straying from your point but not really it is somewhat relevant. It was funny for me growing up as a young teen I guess. I had always been mature for my age and I did not really have many friends my age by thirteen. I had begun to hang out with eighteen year olds. They were not necessarily the brightest they just weren't complete goof balls you could say. I have always had an interest in improving myself as a person and acquiring what my heart desires. These little sayings that we leave children's minds with if you put your heart to it you can do anything. Some of us say these as a inspirational mechanism to give them faith in the world. I think this is great but do the parents really believe this themselves. If you can't believe this yourself then why tell your child something that ten years later when they want to go to California and become an actor that it will never work it is one in a million. I believe this saying is so true but it is only true if we let it be and won't settle for less than our dreams. We are all susceptible to stereotyping it is a part of psychology. If we see the same result ninety seven percent of the time than it is so rare that we see the three percent we just put it in the back of our mind. I am not sure if there are many kids like me. I am going to have to leave a comment on my poem below this I am running out of word space.
Me again not enough response space
I do find that kids and teens today are forced to grow older quicker. The maturity level in some of us is very immature up through high school. By the end of high school a majority of the immaturity has vanished. During this phase it is not necessarily the most mature phase but respectful just think college. There are no longer so called "bullies" or dumb pointless disrespectful things. Yes there will be you drinking partying and that but college it is the purgatory of maturity in my opinion. This is again not really corresponding with what you say I am somewhat ranting. This is going to be my writing for day twenty four in my novel. You teased my mind and got me thinking so thanks. It is not really a novel but I have made a dedication to write every day for the next year whether it be regarding words of wisdom my life story poetry outlooks on life any of these subject matters. It does have adult subject matter and on occasion really foul language. I just let me real voice show through in this so I use the language I would use. I am in my own world too it is nothing to feel bad about. I enjoy it because I can pretend my world is great. I am glad that you have the same feelings towards modern day society I am in an attempts boggling my mind to figure out how to begin my journey into inevitable death I will call it. What I mean by this is I am going to make the greedy people with money mad by starting to try to get the freedoms we deserve to have back for us. That isn't going to end well as you have seen for so many people fighting for human rights and civil rights. I am so glad that I was able to give you a different set of eyes to see through. If you do check out the novel It is called "18 to 19 Days in the Life of it" the entire purpose is to let people see through my eyes into my experiences in this life as an eighteen year old in 2008. This also covers values morals my past my present my dreams my future all aspects of my thinking. "I thought I knew a little bit, after reading this poem, and feeling the in-depth of your words? I know nothing....LOL!!" This portion touches me so much in all honesty. I can't put into words the pride and joy this gives me that maybe I can someday change the way we see. My heart is filled up to the brim with desire. I have laid the first brick in my long road, only the rest of a nation to go. Thanks so much for your wonderful comment. Best wishes take care.
Posted: Jul 4, 2008”


I would like to bring back up the aspect of my math abilities. Not to gloat but for the concern of the retardation that our school is enforcing. When I use the word retardation I mean by definition - The extent to which something is held back or delayed. In the third grade we all takes these test that supposedly tell us how smart we are. I scored in the ninety eighth percentile in math which means I was the top two percent in our state maybe the Country not sure about that portion though. When I moved to Londonderry I had taken these tests in Amesbury I was placed in the advanced math course for fourth grade. I was also placed in the advanced math course in the 5th and 6th grade. My overall grades in these courses were a C or B by the end of the semester or quarter whatever it is. On all of my tests in the sixth grade I had received at least a B but I was skipping school at this point because it was so easy for me I hated it. I was dropped from the advanced math in the seventh grade. This was solely due to the fact that I did not do homework so I showed a lack of dedication. I skipped nine days in a row and nobody in the school had done anything about it until the tenth day. Is this normal for a sixth grader to not come in for nine days. I did unplug the home phones during the day so the would not be able to get through. It took them nine day to decide that they might need to call my moms work. When they finally pick me up for truancy and bring me to the school all I have to pay for it is one day in the in school suspension. What is the point of truancy officers. If people do not have the quest to ascertain useless information for their specific goals in life than so be it let them use them time for something with a point. Back to the point about being dropped from math I got to have the privilege for the next three years repeating information I had already learned. Is the point of our modern school system to make the parents think that their kids are learning. What is with report cards are we trying to turn our society into a bunch of groups that are separated on classes of who is better or not. This will bring me to my next point about childhood happiness and cliques in schools. We all say that childhood is the happiest time of our live s for the most part right? The real question is why is childhood like this for everyone. I would assume it is the lack of responsibility. There is a responsibility though and always is one no matter what to be good to your family and a good person. I am going to say this even though I am going to tell my story that is countering my own point. I feel that another reason we are so happy as children is because we do not discriminate or form social statuses. We do not contemplate I am hotter than him or no I wouldn’t date Jessica she is soooo Goth. Just examples. I am going to somewhat contradict myself now. In the second grade funny that I remember it but I have seven memories maybe more when I started to put down that number it was three and then I came up with four more. My first one was about me being a bully for no reason at all. I do not remember the names or the face of the person I did it with. For some reason in the second grade another student and I at recess pulled down some kids pants. I don’t recall enjoying doing it or having any specific reason for it. The other kid laughed because he had barney underpants on. I am not sure if I laughed or not. We got in trouble with the principle I remember this I also recall regretting it ever since I did it. Since then I have had a much different outlook even though I didn’t realize I had changed. There is a large circle driveway at the entrance to this school. The side walk to a some what cover brick archway glass door is in my head. I see kids playing magic the gathering and I thought it was cool but weird I didn’t know what it was. This hill was on the far side of the circle away from the school to the left looking at the circle from the school. If you were to walk out of the school and go to the left there is a playground with sand and dirt as well your average playground accessories. I am just setting up the setting for the multiple other stories I am going to get out of my head so I don’t need to remember them anymore. I remember a girl in the library picking out books about foxes or wolves I am leaning more towards wolves. This is relevant because she used to howl it must have been wolves and all she would do is run around this cement circle. We had invented some game where someone chases someone and we all enjoy it. That is the thing the running around and chasing each other is always the same but the name of the game and theme are always different. Do we play the same game in the modern world yes it is called dating and some people are damn hard to catch. Others are slow and very desperate. I remember Miss Grady a old woman with gray hair. She was my second grade teacher she was the sweetest woman. We played another game on the playground I was the leader with a blond girl by the name of Courtney and if you have read up to here you know I had a crush on her. We had lead the what you could call girls team. I was the only guy on the team and I was leading that might say a lot about who I become. Maybe it says a lot about who I always was. Then there is this girl with short dark brown or black hair. Her hair had to be cut so short because they had found lice in her hair. She will eventually have more than likely turned into a tom boy pardon my generalizing. She lead what I will call the boys team she was the only girl on the team. We were in a competition her and I some how for some apparent reason. I don’t remember the game we played I can recall it felt like war and I was a general developing a strategy of attack. Going back into the classroom I see another memory of me telling some girl that I liked her and I had pointed to Courtney with my middle finger. The girl I was talking to said oh you did a bad thing or something like it. This is when I learned about the middle finger. This brings me to a funny story about Miss Grady and story time. A girl had gotten a paper cut and it was on her middle finger and she flipped our teacher the bird. The class says our oohsss and aaaahsss. Sorry for these memories they are sporadic it is they the way memories work though and I just want to get them on paper so I can look back on this when I don’t remember how I felt right now or remember things in my past I forget. There was another boy the same one that I pulled this kids pants down with him and I went to Saint James place. This was an after school care place obviously it had some affiliation to the church or saints some how. The counselors seemed like adults isn’t it funny how people look so much older when you are young. I thought these teens were adults. I did not know at the time they were teens I found this out much later in my life and was surprised. I know why I my cooking teacher looked familiar in the years of my high school now looking back at Saint James Place. Ruth was the person in charge her and my cooking teacher look familiar. I don’t want to go in depth on this part right now because it would end up taking five more years to get through what I am trying to really say. So this kid I went to after school care with him and I made a vow to be blood brothers. I don’t remember if we did end up cutting ourselves and putting our blood within each other. That is such a weird thing huh becoming blood brothers. My mom also chaperoned a field trip to the museum with lots of water based animals in it. The aforementioned dark haired girl was with my mom as well as her tall friend that kept talking forever with long dirty blond hair. Her name was Carrie Anne and throughout the field trip her and the dark hair girl ended up running away and getting separated from us. Miss Grady had also had the pleasure of breaking her foot or spraining her ankle on this field trip. In the third grade once my parents had divorced and it was the last day of school. I knew I was moving and I would never see anyone again I cried knowing that. Reminder to myself to talk about Saint James Place and the neighborhood and friends I had outside of school. The point is that once we become teen or put pressures and classes on intelligence and social acceptance isn’t when we lose our happiest times of our life. I just would like to see us continue to live our happiest days. This would be achievable not by our modern dictators of so called free governments. What is the point of separating people and thinking that we are better than them. Or this group is to popular I can’t talk to them they would just ignore me. In America ask yourself what determines popularity. My opinion in percentage based on sexes. On a side not popularity determines you mate in life how? Not saying this is always the case but in a majority of circumstances. In men for men in regards to friendship 25% strength 25% confidence 20% looks 20% charisma, and or joking abilities and 10% emotions. Woman what a somewhat self hating race in high school. Calling each other fat and just being out right incredibly mean to each other. Again not always just an observation. Less than half do this through my eyes but I could be way off. It is tough to do this because each sex would actually need to have multiple aspects for popularity. Popularity among men and popularity among women. I would actually need eight total Men-Men-Love Men-Men-Friendship Men-Woman-Love Men-Woman-Friendship Woman-Men-Love Woman-Men-Friendship Woman-Woman-Love Woman-Woman-Friendship. That would take far more time than I have right now so I will just leave that unfinished thought up there. The quick point is looks and money determine a majority of the popularity in modern society. I guess I feel that we need to define human and civil rights in this modern world. Then we need to go and figure out what the real human rights and civil rights should be. Consider what real human rights should be think about it. Let it nestle in your brain until tomorrow. If you are reading this as I write it or you are reading it after I write it stop here and contemplate. Write down your definition not looking at any rules in the world what should human and civil rights be. Once you have your definition post it on tomorrows posting there I will be talking about you guessed it human rights. Check into your local human and civil rights after you come up with the definition of what you think we should be allowed to have. Have faith and B Leaf Brian Boisvert Cheers.