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Earworm: “Sk8er Boi” by Avril Lavigne

My English teacher is the best. THE ABSOLUTE BEST. I wish more of my teachers were like her. She’s a child inside. And she sings songs. And she characterized me by singing this song. Good Lord help me.

Two things about the music video.

a) There’s a BMX theme.

b) Why would a police helicopter come to stop an impromptu concert? Oh wait, Avril is Canadian. No wonder.

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Wow, do I feel stupid.

Forgetting something that you reminded yourself about 2 minutes earlier. One of the worst feelings, ever.

I’m in high school. I try to keep my locker organized. Being 6 feet tall, I keep the books I need to take home at the top shelf of my locker, eye-level. I throw all the useless binders and folders on the bottom.

But, I’m in high school. I have the memory (and attention span) of a lifeless twig.

I told myself that I’d take my Spanish textbook home after Spanish class, which is the first class I have in the morning. Then, once again, I told myself to take my Spanish book home after AP World History class, around noon. And so the end of the school day comes around at 2:20.

I get to my locker. I unlock it. I throw the lock under the Spanish textbook on the top shelf, as usual. I’m conversing with my buddy, who for the sake of anonymity shall be called Bush, and I zone out from the conversation to make a mental list of the things I need to take home.

  • Spanish textbook
  • Homework folder
  • Agenda

Bush keeps blabbering on and on about the awkward stare down he had with the “hot girl in our English class” whilst I rummaged for my skateboard and proper folders.

I get everything I need.

I grab the lock from under the textbook. Lock the locker. Walk away.

A couple of hours later, on the way home from a little after school skateboard session with my buddy, I realize something. I FORGOT MY TEXTBOOK. Panic races through me, for I have the most strict Spanish teacher in the school. “Goddamn it, my fucking luck…” I continually repeat to myself. I frantically search through my phone’s contact list. I blank out on whose numbers I do and do not have.

Thank Mark Zuckerberg (and his underlings) for Facebook. One friend, who shall be called Shelly, whose number I did not have, shares the same teacher. She was able to send me pictures of the textbook pages that I needed to copy and translate.

There was no point to this story. All I was getting at was that I’m an insanely forgetful person, and I need to work on my short term memory. What a waste of your time.

Hopefully you’re still reading. I just made you lose the game.

More motivation.

People, people. What have we learned from fear? Fear causes hesitation. Don’t hesitate. It’ll make your fears come true. Go with your gut. Either you give it all you’ve got or you don’t do it at all.

Big Cheese note: please be responsible. We do not in anyway want you to hurt yourself. Do not try this at home.

Know your “swag.”

Swag. We’ve all heard of it. People wearing snapbacks and Air Jordan retro’s and what not. But here’s the thing. Rarely will you find one who understands what the brands stand for.

Cheesecake Note: As far as The Big Cheese and I are concerned, swag is the free goodies we get at conventions. It is widely known as that and we shall stick to it.

Everyone knows that Air Jordans were the shoes popularized by The Air Man himself, and they are sold for hundreds to even thousands of dollars. Hats, whether fitted or adjustable, are made by several brands, like New Era and Starter. These brands took root in sports. New Era for baseball caps, Jordans for basketball sneakers… But what about those other brands? Can’t leave them dry, can you? They have backgrounds, too! Some in skateboarding, some in music, some in art. Know your swag.

http://blog.ccs.com/go/article/view/skate/news/259533/ccs-knowledge

*This article does not contain EVERY “swag” brand out there, and the summaries are just that; summaries. So if you want to find out more about brands, do some research and support!