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Ladies and Gentleman you are reading a Cleveland Life blog. And that truly is what I live. The Cleveland LIfe. Seriously I spend more time at school in a week than I do awake at home. For some this might be a bad thing. I mean most people wouldn’t want to spend all day at a school when they could be doing other things. But I’m actually pretty content. I have a good day. I get to drive to school listening to the music I choose, take classes where I get to curse, tell stories, learn new things that challenge me, hang out with my friends, talk about things i actually care about, and listen to class long discussions on “shit”. So why would I want to be sitting at home, rotting away watching tv or shopping. The only other thing I might prefer would be to sleep, but that’s a whole ‘nother tangent.( If any of you knew me in 10th grade, then you know that I definitely used to sleep before school, and during nutrition and lunch on the floor of Ehall. Seriously. Everyday I slept. But I think this only proves my point further. I mean for goodness sakes I freaking sleep there! I remember Mr Lemmon walking by one time and asking me if I wanted a pillow. I mean really!) Anyways, it really does make me wonder about how we define our homes. It seems to me that school is just as much of a home as my house is.

I would like to take this moment to put in a plug. If anyone that has any power at all in CORE is reading this, seriously, we need to start selling coffee. I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again. We could make so much money, and people would really stop falling asleep in class so much. I mean i think everyone is better off when they aren’t having someone rawr-ing in their ears to wake them up. SO there we go. Cleveland High School. Sell Us Some COFFEE, cause no home of mine is complete without it.

Ok back to the point. You see how easily I tangent off like that? Happens all the time. You’ll get used to it. I was thinking about it the other day and I was trying to figure out why the world keeps telling us that school is such a pain in the ass that we just have to get through. Alright, yes, i give that it is rough, a lot rougher for some than others. But our parents and grandparents generation have this view of school like its almost a burden it seems. Every night my grandma calls( about 4 times a night actually) and every time she talks to me we have the same conversation… She always asks me what I’m doing, I tell her homework, she says, “I’m saawwwrrryyy.. why do they always give you so much work, isn’t it about time you got a break??!.” and while much of the time I really could use a break, it’s really not that big a deal. And her acting like its such a pain to do the work, doesn’t exactly make me want to jump up and do it.

Also, I think that one of the reasons I don’t mind coming to school, is because it seems like my teachers actually care to be there. And while im sure i could be idealizing the situation, i really dont think I am. There are definitely quite a few teachers I know, that i can honestly say I think would do what they do, whether they needed to for money or not. And I think that seeing that, and observing that sort of behavior makes me feel like I am going to school for other reasons than that it is government mandated. It really is my home. Filled with almost all the people and things that I love in this world. It scares me that I have to leave it in 8 months. I’m giving up more than just one home. I’m giving up two.

-Johna Reisch

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