So this post is also about my sociology class. We were assigned a project where we had to do an act of ‘deviance’. Basically, you had to do something that was out of the social norm. My friend in the class and I came up with the idea to go to our local mall and bring coloring books and crayons and color on the floor in the middle of the walkway. We recorded the people as they passed by. Here is the video on youtube.
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Now, before you go posting hate comments, please, read my full post. If you aren’t actually reading this, and you post ignorant comments, you are just going to make yourself look like an ass.
Now, I’ll get on to explaining my title.
Right now I am attending a college Intro to Sociology course at my local community college. It is a very interesting class, but unfortunately, its part of a program that tosses kids like me who have just graduated highschool into some classes so they can transfer up to a University, without paying too much for your general education classes.
So these students didn’t CHOOSE to take this class. There’s your first problem eh?
I have some friends in the class. One was from my highschool, so I already knew him, but the other I friend I made on the first day. The three of us became good friends right away, and we have a few drifters that are in and out of our circle. We don’t exclude anyone, and people can go other places if they want. We are kind of the outcasts, but the loud and obnoxious outcasts that you don’t forget too soon.
Then there is a certain group of students who are the typical “popular group”
A few girls, a few guys. Underage drinkers, they’ve admitted it. One of them threw a jug of orange juice at me, long story. And I can tell that they laugh at my friends and me behind our backs when we say certain things.
You are probably thinking, what’s this got to do with rape? Patience.
Today we had an activity in our Sociology class where the teacher instructed us to come up with the top ten things that could be changed or put in place that would create the MOST amount of crime in a society. He wasn’t asking for us to create a society where crime was GOOD, he was asking us what a society would look like if it had the most crime possible. Our top ten had to fit into different categories that were based on the theories we learned in class, with the number one cause for crime at the top
Here is our group’s list
1. Desperation
2. Force certain people to do certain jobs, based on things such as race, religion, height, weight, family
3. Limit people’s privacy. (Ex. You must record every time you and your partner have sexual relations, and if those relations result in fertilization.)
4. A child’s upbringing depends on the location of where they were born. (Ex. If a child was born in neighborhood ‘A’ they would be raised to be a Christian child, where as a child born in neighborhood ‘B’ they would be raised with daily beatings and a crack whore mom. Now, I understand this already is in place, to an extent. But it isn’t forced, that was our point)
5. Increase Taxes, harsher rules on tax evasion
6. Give law enforcement ridiculous amounts of power
Now, I know there aren’t ten, but our group got into some intense discussions and forgot to leave time to come up with other ideas.
Here is the ‘popular group’s’ list.
1. First off, rape is good!!!
2. Must be white
3. Slavery is okay
4. Once a felon can’t go back to prison after released
5. drug dealing is good
6. Stealing is ok
7. Drug dealers are succesful
8. Murder is okay
9. Illegal to be poor
10. can’t get in trouble if rich
I copied this down word-for-word from the board where they wrote it. I was appalled. For starters, they didn’t even get the assignment right! If you made all that stuff ‘ok’ then it wouldn’t be a crime and crime would go down, not up. But it wasn’t their lack of instruction following skills that had caught my attention. It was the blatant racist and ignorant comments that just utterly shocked me. I was severely insulted. They even joked about it throughout class.
When the teacher asked them about number two, asking ‘what exactly would be illegal about not being white? Living in that certain area?” and one student responded with “just living.” the serious look on his face actually worried me.
I know this is a college course, and it’s not the school’s job to protect me, and I’m not going to go to the school. But just the fact that they would even SAY those things infuriates me. And then joke about it? Or maybe they were completly serious. There was enough laughing in that back corner to make me think that they found it quite funny.
To say that rape is good, and slaver is ok, and that you must be white just shows how completly IGNORANT and shallow they are. I’d like to say that I want to see one of them get raped and have them tell me it is a good thing, but I would never wish that on my worst enemy. Although I havn’t experienced it, I have seen plenty of the effects it has on people.
Please, be better than these kids.
Love always,
Flopryn
Hey guys, I know I havn’t posted in a while. (not like anyone except my dad and boyfriend read this…) I know I haven’t posted in a while. I’ve been really busy. But I’ve decided to start trying Vlogging! Yay! Haha I’ll post my first Vlog in a day or two and see how it goes.
Love Always,
Flopryn
My dad and I have un-intentionally made our dog afraid of sticks and woodchips.
We have a natural fire place here in the house, and so, naturaly, we have a woodpile out back. My puppy is in the sort of ‘toddler/teenager’ stage, and so she’s taken a liking to stealing socks, papers, napkins, underwear and other smallish items that you wouldn’t want a dog chewing on. She used to do it because she was curious, but now we think she is doing it to be chased. She will stop halfway down the hall, my sock dangling from her mouth, and look back down to my room excitedly, tail wagging.
The other day I was outside video chatting with the boyfriend, and Bella was wandering around outside with me. My dad came out later to talk for a bit, and saw her gnawing on a large hunk of wood and creating small woodchips all over the yard. He got mad and took it away and tossed it onto the pile. She kept going back to the pile and trying to grab it, but we kept catching her. Finally, I went inside and my dad hid, so she thought she could get away with it. My dad had a medium sized branch in his hand. When she went for the pile he chucked it at her feet and it exploded. (it was old and kinda rotted out) and she jumped 3 feet in the air. Now, anytime someone picks up a branch or something, she freaks out.
I’m watching a tv show that is shedding a light on sugar daddies and sugar babies, and cougars and boytoys. One of the girls just googled the term ‘sugar daddy’ and found an ‘official site’ for it and boom she was having daddies pay for cars and spa trips and globe trotting. Now, you are probably thinking that these girls are dirty and have sex with these guys. APPARENTLY they don’t have sex with them. These are just old men who want a companion. An ATTRACTIVE companion.
So…. I’m seriously thinking about this…. cuz the girls on the show aren’t particularly attractive, they just wear skanky clothes. And one of the girls has THIRTY cars. Thirty. I think I could live like that.
It is 5:42 in the morning. I’ve been awake for two hours. Here’s what I’ve managed to accomplish:
1. Eat leftover teriyaki buffalo wings from work
2. Eat chocolate cake frosting from the container
3. Read funny comics on the web
4. Wrote my boyfriend a heartfelt letter (today is our 6th month anniversary. Hey, that’s pretty dang impressive, considering high school relationships last 1.5 months on average. So nyeh XP)
5. considered the similarities and differences of Porcupines and Pineapples.
I’m just waiting for 6:30, when it’s an acceptable time to be up and about. For some people, at least.
This post is lame, I am just THAT bored.
So here’s a picture of a Porcupine and a Pineapple
Okay so that has to be THE worst picture of a pineapple in the history of forever. And for some reason the porcupine seems to be looking at the pineapple suggestivly. But hey, it’s early morning, and lets see YOU make a better pineapple. Yea, that’s right. Suck my balls.
*Note:
above challenge is moot. Flopryn understands that there are better drawers than she, and that they could, in fact, draw a better pineapple. The above was not an actual challenge, just an empty threat.
Love always,
Flopryn
Ever notice how little kids are always told the truth, and then sometimes when they do, they get in trouble for it?
For instance, last night, I was having dinner with the boyfriend and his family. Right as we were getting ready to settle down and eat, his 7-year-old brother, Davy, came up to me and said “Jason hates you.” (Oldest brother of the family, who does, in fact, hate me. The feeling is mutual, but once again, names have been changed.) just out of the blue.
I kinda laughed it off. It was funny. But his mom and dad heard Stefan talking about it and got angry. The little one ended up getting vinegar in the mouth, and went to his room and cried for a while.
All I could listen to was him crying, and I felt absolutly terrible. I adore that little boy, and I kinda sorta in a turnabout way got him in trouble.
Anyway, after dinner, Stefan and I had the evening planned at one of the most cliche dates of all time. The fair. It happens every August, and at the baseball fields the set up carnival rides and games and stuff. Before we left, I said to him “You are gonna win me a giant stuffed animal, right?” all he said was that he’d try.
Once the little siblings heard that we were going to the fair, they wanted to go too. Soooo we took the two youngest with us for a few hours, until it got dark. Then the parents took them home and Stefan and I had the rest of the night to enjoy the fair.
First we got nachos and drinks and went up to the top of the metal bleachers and ate. When we were done, we made our way down. There were three younger teenage boys sitting at the bottom, and just as I was about to say “excuse me boys” so as not to scare them, my foot missed the next row of seats and I went tumbling down on my face. My pop went flying and my leg went in between the seats.
The kid nearest me JUMPED out of his seat and immediatly started laughing, as did I. The wonderful boyfriend was all “are you okay let me help you up” but I was laughing too hard. We all ended up laughing. Although, I have large bruises everywhere, including my eyelid. I don’t exactly know how that happened.
Here are some diagrams to help you! 🙂
This is how you are SUPPOSED to sit on bleachers
This is how I ended up when I fell
It was pretty impressive. I’m alright though. 🙂
After that we went on a ride or two, then we got to the carnival games part. I reminded him of his ‘promise’ to win me a giant stuffed animal so we sat down at a skiball sort of game. Depending on the hole you got your ball in, your corrisponding character behind the counter would go faster or slower. We lost the first game, but we had paid for two more, so we kept playing. And my wonderful boyfriend won!!!!!! 😀 He won me a big kissy fishy.
We had one more game to go, so we figured “what the heck?” and played again. And guess what??? He won again! This time we didn’t get to choose the prize though, the carnie just handed us a little bear with money design all over it. 🙂 I was very proud of my boy.
After winning me the prizes, we headed over to the ferris wheele and got on, adding to the disgusting mushy gushy cliche-ness of the date. It was sweet though, and kinda sorta romantic.
So even though I came out on the other end with bruises, a pop stained shirt, and two stuffed animals, it was a wonderful night.
Love Always,
Flopryn
First off, I’d like to apologize to my parents and anyone who ever cared for me as a child. Since I have ADD, and it went untreated until I was maybe… 8 or 9… I was a very… difficult child. To say the least.
I am apologizing now because tonight I had to babysit a friends kids. Jasmine, who is 8, and Jessica, who is 6 (names have been changed for privacy). Jessica is a perfect angel most of the time. Jasmine, not so much. Jessica has ADD also, and this morning, she forgot to take her pills. Oh joy.
When I arrived, their mom told me that Jasmine was grounded, and had to stay in her room all night, and while she was there she had to clean it. Now, I’m no stranger to dirty rooms. If it weren’t for the fact that my bedroom also serves as an office for my dad to work out of, this room would be the same as all the other disaster zones.
I remember one time when I was around 4 that my mom was trying to get my brothers and I to clean our shared room. (we lived in a two bedroom apartment then) and I remember her saying “I just want to be able to make it to your beds without stepping on anything to kiss you goodnight!”
So what did we do? We pushed everything aside to make a path just wide enough for her to walk along to get to the beds. We proudly went to retrieve her and show her our accomplishment. She was not pleased….
Jasmine’s was the same. Everywhere, clothes, toys, shoes, papers, clothes, toys. I could not see the floor. And I had to make her clean it? When something so little as the shine on the window distracted her?? And the fact that I was ‘only the babysitter’ and I ‘couldn’t MAKE her do anything’ and I’ve never had children of my own (thank god, I’m only 18. o_O) made it all that much harder.
I finally bribed her with Zingers and a sucker. But it got nowhere near finished before bedtime.
In the middle of all this, I took the girls out to dinner to visit the boyfriend (who will be affectionately known here as Stefan, yes the fancy pronunciation, just because I like it like that. :D)at his workplace.
As I was eating, (they had already ate dinner and weren’t hungry) The younger one, Jessica, suddenly pipes up with “Boys don’t have babies, right?” I stifled a laugh, as did Stefan, then said “Nope, they don’t. They aren’t able to.”
Jessica: “Like they will get in trouble?”
Me: “No, their bodies won’t let them”
Jessica: “Why not?”
At this point I looked over at Stefan with a look of what I would assume was pure terror. I did NOT want to have to give this girl that talk. Stefan nodded encouragingly.
So, I went into a brief explanation, saying that while girls had the extra space for a baby to grow, guys didn’t. She seemed to accept that answer. I feel like I got off easy. But this bugger asks a lot of questions. It’ll come up sooner or later.
Sorry no pics tonight, Jasmine wore me out. Maybe I’ll make some tomorrow after sleep time.
Love always,
Flopryn
Fist post! Woo!!!!1
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Sooo I know I don’t have much on here yet, but I’m hoping to be able to post some funny stories and drawings for you guys soon! Just stick with me and we’ll be good okay? ok. 
Okay so maybe sticking together was the wrong term. There’s crystal meth tweakers out there and stuff. But you get what I mean.
By the way, thats me in the purple mumu lookin thing. Yes I have brown hair and bangs, no I don’t wear a purple mumu. Although I’ve heard they are quite comfortable…
You can just refer to me as Flopryn, or just Flop. I’ll save that story for another day.
Or not, cuz nothing special has happened today and I am having writers block on what to talk about. This blog is gonna be a fail lol
My dad is a MAJOR goofball. When my older brother was a baby, he would squeak when he nursed. So my dad called him Squeaker all the time. After a while it just shortened to squeak.
When I was born a year and a half later, my parents had gotten used to handling a baby who could hold himself up. When my dad held me for the first time, he said “She’s so floppy!!!” and so, my nickname was born.
Flop, flopper, flopryn. He chose to spell it like that because my real name ends in yn, as apposed to the more common in.
My youngest brother would wiggle out of their arms when he was just an infant, so they called him Wiggler. But the only names that really stuck, and that we use today, are Squeak and Flopryn.
Wow. That was probably THE most boring blog post EVER. I’ll get better guys. I have plenty of funny stories and drawings for you!
Love always,
Flopryn
