This Post Has No Swag

There are many things that really bother me:  people scratching chalkboards, a slow computer, or people who are arrogant. However, these things I can easily ignore. The one thing that really bothers me is people who dress up in the swag fashion style.

The thing I don’t get is the fashion sense of swag. First, you must spend 200 and above dollars on hi-top sneakers. The sneakers must be: Vans, Nike, Jordan and many more. The colour way of the sneaker must attract the public as well. Next, your pants have to be really tight; this can apply to male and female. I have nothing wrong with males or females wearing skinny jeans. However, I've seen males wearing skinny jeans and having a hard time walking. I ask them why they wear it and most of the answers are for swag. I would never purposely obstruct my walking for the sake of swag, it’s just rash. The tops are fine, but some are quite expensive. My friend had a t-shirt of a Rottweiler’s face. I questioned him on where he got the shirt and how much. He said online for 350 dollars. I was surprised; with that kind of money you can buy a whole month’s grocery for a family of three.

The final piece of the swag ensemble is the snap back. For people who do not know what the snap back is. It looks like a normal baseball hat, but there is a plastic strap on the back of it. What this strap does is help the wearer get the most comfortable fit. Nevertheless, these snap back hats don’t serve the main purpose of covering your head in the swag fashion world. I've seen males have at least have 6 snap back hats that have the same baseball team, but different colour way. I asked them, why 6 hats with the same team, can’t one suffice? They answer by saying the team logo represents something else.  Mainly represents the first initial of their name. Or extends on a group there associated with which has the same initial as the baseball team on the hat. As for the colour way, it matches with their outfit. These hats run for 40-150 dollars. Thus, 6 hats can range from 240-900 dollars. Again, this money can be used for more important things in life instead of showing off how matching you are.

Overall, The fashion sense of swag, I think, is a way to cry out for attention. A way to say to the world you spend half your pay cheque on overly priced clothing items. But in the end of the day shirt is just a shirt. Not a method to attract friends or live a happy life.

Grade Three Blues

When I was in grade three, during religion class, the teacher was telling the story of  a person who helped the unfortunate. Everybody in the classroom was captivated by the story, but not me. All I did during that story was draw cartoons. One thing she liked to do during her lectures was walk up and down the rows. She did it to see who was listening.  I was about done drawing the cartoon until  my name was called. I raised my head and in front of my desk was the teacher. She looked quite upset. She asked me if cartoons were more important than God. I didn't reply. I just kept staring at her. She eventually told the class that I was an example of a poor listener. I felt embarrassed and angry. She continued the story. After the story she announced that a play was happening next school mass. I hated these things. She asked who wanted to be part of the play. Many people were chosen to play as the sick and the poor. When she asked who wanted to play the main role, no one raised their hands. She waited for a response until she looked and pointed at me. "You can play the main role." I was shocked and angry. But I accepted the challenge. When school was done all the actors went up to the teacher and collected their scripts. She told us we had a week to remember our lines.

It was the day of the play. I had been rehearsing my lines every day so that I wouldn't make a mistake. Every scene flowed well until the last scene. I was handing out food to the poor. I was saying my lines perfectly until I stared at my teacher. She started mouthing off random words. The weird thing was I was trying to make sense of it. I Lost my focus. In the middle of my line I say the words "what?" into the mic. The whole school was laughing. My teacher handed me the script and we finished the play. As I analyze the event now, my teacher was sabotaging my performance.

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