Cooper can have latenight back

You know what's ridiculous? Forcing every Lakeside employee to work at least one latenight. Seriously?? I don't do latenights. I hate working latenight. Not to mention I wouldn't be out of Lakeside til almost one in the morning, when I have to be up at like 6 or 7 almost everyday. Not cool, big boss people, not cool. And we as students don't even get a say in it. I used to love working at Lakeside, now I'm starting to hate it. Ugh. So mad.

On a much different note, in my american drama class, we're reading a play called Doubt and it's about these two nuns and a priest who work at a Catholic middle school. One of the nuns accuses the priest of having sexual rleations with an 8th grade boy. We never find out if he really did or not. but anyway, the priest gives this one sermon on gossip and he uses a parable for it. I thought it was kind of interesting and decided to post it on here.

"A woman was gossiping with a friend about a man she hardly knew-I know none of you have ever done this-and that night she had a dream. A great hand appeared over her and pointed down at her. She was immediately seized with an overwhelming sense of guilt. The next day she went to confession. She got to the old parish pries, Father O'Rourke, and she told him the whole thing. "Is gossiping a sin?" she asked the old man. "Was that the hand of the Almighty God pointing a finger at me? Should I be asking your asolution? Father, tell me, have I done something wrong?" "Yes!" Father O'Rourke answered her. "Yes, you ignorant, badly brought up female! You have bourne false witness against your neighbor, you have played fast and loose with his reputation, and you should be heartily ashamed!" So the woman said she was sorry and asked forgiveness. "Not so fast!" says O'Rourke. "I want you to go home, take a pillow up on your roof, cut it open with a knife, and return here to me!" So she went home, took a pillow off her bed, a knife from the drawer, and went up the fire escape to the roof, and stabbed the pillow. Then she went back to the old priest as instructed. "Did you gut the pillow with the knife?" he says. "Yes, Father." "And what was the result?" "Feathers," she said. "Feathers?" he repeated. "Feathers everywhere, Father!" "Now I want you to go back and gather up every last feather that flew out on the wind!" "Well," she says, "It can't be done. I don't know where they went. The wind took them all over." "And that," said Father O'Rourke, "is gossip!" In the name of the Father, Son and Holy Ghost. Amen."

I think this is a great parable for showing what gossip is and the harm it can do. Yeah.

Time for me to go write a paper.