Jack All 4 - Charity

by TastyJack Friday, April 23, 2010 2 comments

Hey guys. Charity. I know at my school a lot of emphasis has been placed on charity and giving back to the community. Edmund Rice Day is coming round the corner which means more charity.

There are many forms of charity. As a person who is actively involved in shoving collection tins in your face, I realize many donate for the wrong reason. Most donate because they just want me out of their face, or feel compelled or embarrassed to if they don't.

At the end of the day, that 5 dollar or how ever much you put into my tin doesn't make a great deal of difference. At the end of the day more whole entire tin and all the tins from the whole school doesn't make a huge difference to the 900 million starving.

What does make a difference is you THINKING that 900 million starving people is wrong. Donating because you feel sorry or donating because you have plenty of money won't be nearly as effective if you want to make a difference because you think it is wrong.

Week was shit, things blew up in my face.

Jack All -3 Charity

Why do people tell me off for farting. In. The. Toilet?

I walk into the cubicle, do my business which sometimes, (particularly if I've bought something from the notorious St Kevins canteen), involves a lot of emission in the gasy/liquid form.

I walk out and then the guy next to you is complaining about the sound waves I created.

o.O

It's a GOD DAMN TOILET. LET ME FART AWAY IN PEACE.

Andy Kiggundu: Miss, have you ever taught Ms. Canny?

Ms. Seymour: ...

Andy: what...?

Ms. Seymour: How old do you think I am?

And we thought Declan has no tact.

Thomas: I'm not going to do all the homework. She won't have time to check.

Chris: Oh good, why won't she have time

Thomas: Because of the test we have

Chris: WHAT?

The double edged sword

Guy 1: Do you have this girl's number

Guy 2: Sure, what's your number, I'll text you her number.

Guy 1: I don't have my phone on me.

You don't need your phone on you to receive a text. Fail.

Kunaal's Dad: whats with this school photo kunaal it looks like a gay i dont like it when it pops up in the middle and you brush hair to the side it looks like a kangaroo... ?

Man, my parents complain when my hair is over 1 cm in length.

You guys all have Jonathan for an update this week.

So Jonathan's blog server, livejournal decided to fail. So here's the story.

Chapter 4 part 1 - Victory is bitter sweet

The hockey ball shot from Anna's hockey stick right into the middle of the goal. A defender manage to put their stick in between the ball and the goal but it was at the wrong angle. The ball bounced off the stick and went into the net. Anna had scored.

The Anna's team erupted with cheers, though it was short lived as the game had not ended yet. There was 30 seconds left of play time.

"Anna, great job! But we need you in defense again. We don't want to loose this lead." Frank told Anna.

Anna frowned but agree, reluctantly. She hoped the coach would see it a different way after the game.

The ball began again from the centre. It was quickly passed from the centre player to one of the players on the flanks. Dane rushed from in from his position halfway on the field and ran down the pitch for all his life was worth. He was determined to make up for his failure. The ball was luckily passed his way and he dodged one of the opposition’s defenders.

There was 15 seconds of time left in the game.

Dane closed in on and prepared to shoot for the goal his team needed to draw. He aimed a nd swung. TWACK! Had he hit the ball?

Anna saw the player rush out of their position and miraculously dodge one of the defenders, but she wasn’t going to let him get passed her. She charged towards him and got ready to tackle. He was open and he reared up to take a shot. She only had seconds to decide what to do. She lowered her hockey stick and stretched with all she had.

TWACK! Dane’s strike had such force that Anna’s hockey stick flew out of her hand and into her shins. The ball sped off, but because of Anna’s interception it rolled off to one side, away from the goals. Anna screamed of pain and victory. The whistle went. The game was over.

Dane angrily wacked the ground with his hockey stick. He knew he shouldn’t but he did it anyway. He stomped away scowling at himself and realized how furious he was. He took a deep breath and convinced himself that he needed to be a good sport, not that he really cared that much. He shook hands with the other team and gave that girl who blocked him a good glare. He wouldn’t forget that face. Wait a second. Had he seen her before?

Anna limped over to her teammates and rejoiced. They hoisted her up on their shoulders and paraded around in their elation. They had won. After a few seconds of ecstasy they realized they hadn’t shook hand with the other team and they let Anna down. Every player quickly shook hands with the opposition. Anna worked her way down the line carelessly giving the standard “good game” until she came to the boy she stopped. He grabbed her hand almost roughly and looked her in the eye. Did she know him from somewhere?

The boy’s expression changed to a more quizzical look. So did Frank’s face. They had been shaking hands for a good 10 seconds now and looking strangely at each other. Anna pulled her hand away.

“I’m sorry, but do you two know each other?” Frank mused.

“I think so. You’re the guy who sits next to me on the bus” said Anna.

“Actually, you stole my usual seat on the bus. I used to sit there before you did.” Dane replied.

“Oh, I didn’t know”

Dan irritably voiced “Good game” and was off. Anna stood there bewildered by the events that had just passed. She shook her head briefly and regained her composure. She had a win to enjoy.
“We won guys!” She cried.

Applause and cheers erupted from her team. It had been a good day.

For now…

~Golduck~