Snow Days
Tori Hennick
Arts and Culture Editor
With the snow days that Southeast Polk
has been thrown, students are missing out on days not only to enjoy themselves in the summer, but also days
they could be using to work. Studies from NCES (National Center for Education
Statistics) show that more than two-thirds of high school students were
employed during their senior year. 22.7 percent of those students were working
at least 20 hours per week. This study was done in 1992. Although the data is
old, it is more than relevant today.
If students back then were working 20+
hours a week, they must be working just as much, if not more in 2015. Most
students 10-12th grade have jobs, for example sophomore Joey Hupp.
Joey is currently a busser at the Pleasant Hill Market Café.
“If the school year is being pushed
farther back all the time, I still have to work.”Like most students, Joey pays
his phone bill, so every time he has to miss work it make that objective just a
little bit harder.
Students
could be working anywhere from a restaurant, in a grocery store, or even at the
mall. Students have homework, work, and a social life to keep up with. Most
students have things they have to pay for because their parents won’t/aren’t
capable of taking care of financially – car insurance, gas money, phone bills,
school clothes. These are just some of the many things high school students are
in charge of paying for.
Every day that the school year gets
pushed farther back, students lose more money. If a student is working a
minimum wage job - $7.25 an hour and work a 7 hour shift (roughly the time they
spend in school), they are missing out on making up to $50.00 every day. When
children are told they should be saving up for college or a car, it is hard to
look at the school days that have to be made up because that is money that
can’t be put towards things that will be needed in the future.
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I am a single mother I work at a Dildo production factory I make $7.25 an hour. My job tittle is commonly called the tip dipper I dip the tips of the dildos into the pink skin color paint. I often dream of driving my car into a lake and ending it all... But the rubber dongs always bring me back
ReplyDelete[Nightclub]
ReplyDeleteJerry's standup act.
JERRY: You remember a few years ago in New York, we had the doorman strike? They
have a union, in the fancy buildings, and they went out on strike. Now you would
think, if any group of people would not wanna demonstrate what life would be
like without them, it would be doormen. (as belligerent doorman) "Let's see how
they do without us!" There's no doorman, people open the door, they walk in,
it's... you know. Who's gonna walk out next? The guys who clean your windshield
at the traffic light, with the dirty rag? (as window washer) "We demand shorter
yellows, and longer reds!"
[Lobby, Mr. Pitt's Building]
Jerry comes in from the street and walks toward the elevators. A doorman, stood
reading a newspaper on a counter, objects. There's an undertone to the doorman's
voice - unfriendly, contemptuous, even an edge of menace.
DOORMAN: Whoah, whoah, whoah. (rises and turns to Jerry) May I help you?
JERRY: (indicates with his thumb) Yeah, I'm just going up to see Elaine Benes.
DOORMAN: (unfriendly smile) Benes? (moves toward Jerry) No-one here by that
name.
JERRY: Oh, she's uh, she's house-sitting for Mr. Pitt.
DOORMAN: Oh. House-sitting, mmm.
JERRY: Yeah.
DOORMAN: What're you, the boyfriend? Here for a... quickie?
JERRY: Can I just go up?
DOORMAN: Oh, I get it. Why waste time making small talk with the doorman? I
should just shut up and do my job, opening the door for you.
The doorman wanders back to his newspaper. Jerry shrugs and pushes the button
for one of the elevators. There's a pause as he waits for it to arrive. The
doorman stands holding his paper, staring at Jerry, with the unfriendly smile on
his face. Jerry throws a smile of his own back. The elevator is still not
moving. Jerry tries to break the uncomfortable silence.
JERRY: How 'bout those Knicks?
DOORMAN: Oh, I see. On the sports page...
JERRY: Yeah.
DOORMAN: ...What makes you think I wasn't reading the Wall Street page? Oh, I
know, because I'm the uneducated doorman.
Jerry turns away and looks at the indicator, hoping that the elevator will come
and rescue him.
[Street]
George and Kramer walk along together.
KRAMER: So, you think your parents'll get back together?
GEORGE: I hope so. I can't take him living with me much longer. He makes this
kasha, it stinks up the whole house.
Kramer has noticed a 'Sightseeing Tour' bus on the street, with a German flag
painted on the door. It gives him an idea. Kramer steps in front of George and
brings them to a halt.
KRAMER: Hey, George, stick 'em up.
GEORGE: What?
KRAMER: For these German tourists. Pretend that I'm robbing you.
GEORGE: Why?
KRAMER: So these people can go back home and tell their friends they saw a real
New York mugging. It'll give them a thrill.
Kramer pushes his hand deep into a pocket and raises his arm, giving the
impression that he has a gun concealed beneath his coat.
KRAMER: Awright, hands up, porky!
On the tourist bus, the occupants attention is attracted. They look out the
window at the 'mugging'. George has his hands up, and Kramer is feeling through
George's pockets with his free hand.
KRAMER: That's it. Now, gimme your wallet. Got it in here, huh, fat boy!
The tourist are looking out of the bus. Shocked, they knock on the glass. Kramer
grabs George by the collar of his jacket and is shaking him violently