Drawing gruesome pictures in school

[The Brain]

Originally posted by Flock of Moosen
I do agree with you 100% there, but by telling them they can't do what they did is pretty much the same thing as saying the 1st Amendment doesn't exist.
Believe me, I have had problems with the whole free speech thing at times, but a rule is a rule and a law is a law. We may not always like it, but as a country we're expected to live by it.

No no, don't get me wrong, they have every right to draw pictures or write stories to their hearts' content.

But at the same time, they should have the wherewithal to know when that sort of thing is not appropriate, and sitting in class while a teacher is trying to impart knowledge to you is <b>not</b> the time to being doing something counterproductive like that.

The First Amendment does not protect one from doing something stupid-- the "yelling <b>Fire</b> in a crowded theater" sort of thing. It's understood (or at the very least, it is <i>supposed</i> to be understood) that there will arise situations where you shouldn't so abruptly try to exercise certain freedoms. Just 'cause you have the right, doesn't mean you need to flaunt it right then and there.

<i>Originally posted by Sloats</i>
Skool is for suckas. Wit ma bad azz ball skillz, i just know I'm gonna git signed and land dat big cass.

<center><b> Things Done Changed </b>
<i>Notorious B.I.G.</i>

Remember back in the days when niggaz had waves
Gazelle shades and corn braids
Pitchin pennies honies had the high top jellies
Shootin skelly motherfuckers was all friendly
Loungin at the barbeques drinkin brews
with the neighborhood crews hangin on the avenues
Turn your pagers to nineteen ninety three
Niggaz is gettin smoked G believe me
Talk slick you get your neck slit quick
Cause real street niggaz ain't havin that shit
Totin techs for rep, smokin blunts in the project
hallways, shootin dice all day
Wait for niggaz to step up on some fightin shit
We get hype and shit and start lifin shit
So step away with your fist fight ways
Motherfucker this ain't back in the days, but you don't hear me though

No more cocoa leave-io, one two three
One two three, all of this to me, is a mystery
I hear you motherfuckers talk about it
But I stay seein bodies with the motherfuckin chalk around it
And I'm down with the shit too
For the stupid motherfuckers wanna try to use Kung-Fu
Instead of a Mac-10 he tried scrappin
Slugs in his back and, that's what the fuck happens
when you sleep on the street
Little motherfuckers with heat, want ta leave a nigga six feet deep
And we comin to the wake
To make sure the cryin and commotion ain't a motherfuckin fake
Back in the days, our parents used to take care of us
Look at em now, they even fuckin scared of us
Callin the city for help because they can't maintain
Damn, shit done changed

<b>If I wasn't in the rap game
I'd probably have a key knee deep in the crack game
Because the streets is a short stop
Either you're slingin crack rock or you got a wicked jumpshot </b>
Shit, it's hard being young from the slums
eatin five cent gums not knowin where your meals comin from
And now the shit's gettin crazier and major
Kids younger than me, they got the Sky grand Pagers
Goin outta town, blowin up
Six months later all the dead bodies showin up
It make me wanna grab the nine and the shottie
But I gotta go identify the body
Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts?
Everytime I turn around a nigga gettin took out
Shit, my momma got cancer in her breast
Don't ask me why I'm motherfuckin stressed, things done changed </center>

<font color=4e4e4e>(Yeah, it was a long way to go for that, but it seemed to fit).</font>