Oh the Horror!

I know we all feel the same way when we see a nice car in front of us on the road. Instant comparisons take place between your "clunker" and their sportish, European model. Why can't we all have glorious cars like that? Why must we be the the nerdy kids at the crappy lunch table, the handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space, the (only)Roncalli student to forget about extra-curricular Friday?? Will it always succumb to this inevitable fate, or will we one day rise up and be able to peer out hand-crafted Italian windows? I for one, look forward to the day when I can call the newest model my own. It feels as if I am a freshman again, and all the older kids find it convenient to cut me in the lunch line. Will it never end!!? I can feel my tastebuds watering at the sight of luxury and refinement. Please do not catagorize me immediately, seeing as how I am not power/money hungry. I merely wish to catch a glimpse of the hierarchy to which only 5% of society will ever experience. The irritable inequality of it all creates a sense of understanding, oddly enough. Most of us, seeing as we are still young, are quite satisfied with our 10+ year-old cars. As those sports cars drive by(some which can be found in the Roncalli parking lot), we teenagers make it a note that one day, we just might be able to touch a car of that stature.

Four Bars, No Problems:)

What kind of cell phone do you have? Is it colorful, a touchscreen, maybe even smart enough to connect to facebook? Is it Verizon, AT&T, Sprint, T-Mobile, Ford......Ford?!?! What!! That is a car company, not a cellphone service! Why, of course you are partly wrong on this assumption. Ford, along with several other car-makers, have provided built in phones for their newer models. Shockingly enough, I approve of such an addition. We have all been accused of the phone-between-chin-and-shoulder maneuver. I do not know about the rest of society, but I often face the ultimatum of dropping my phone down the crevace between the seat and the cupholders, or risk letting go of the wheel for more than half the ride. I will let you all decide which is more dangerous for an 18-year-old girl with the motor skills and attention span of a toddler. Without having to hold phone at all times, I find it easier to talk to my companion while driving the busy roads. All that is required is a clear and decisive voice in order to pronounce the desired contact (this can also prove somewhat of a problem when it comes to well......people like me).