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Youth MOVE Maine Walks with Out of the Darkness at UMaine

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​On Sunday October 4th, YMM Bangor Region joined over 850 people at the University of Maine Campus in Orono to participate in the annual Out of the Darkness walk. The purpose of the walk is to raise awareness about suicide and suicide prevention. The walk began with a ceremony where the stories of those who had lost loved ones, had struggled with suicide, or had been impacted by suicide. The powerful ceremony occurred on the mall outside of the Fogler Library on the UMaine Campus, the walk then proceeded through downtown Orono, and back to the University of Maine.​ The Walk Committee reported over 850 walkers, and over $27,000 was raised to benefit the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention (AFSP).

Youth MOVE Maine Walks with NAMI

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On Sunday September 27 YMM Bangor Region traveled to Spring Point Ledge Lighthouse in South Portland to participate in the NAMI 2015 walk. NAMI stands for the National Alliance on Mental Illness and their mission is to help build better lives for people who suffer with mental illness and to help fight the stigma around mental illness. The walk was a 5k and it was an absolutely beautiful day. It started out with tables from sponsors to share information on their companies and how they help, along with coffee, donuts, raffles and some music. The walk was about an hour long and ended with a provided lunch and more music with a huge dancing crowd. It was a beautiful walk along the ocean and a great time had by all. We hope to see everyone there next year!

And Next Comes Life

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High School. It’s either the best four years of your life or the worst. Either way, your attendance is definitely important. The way you act in high school truly determines where your future is headed. It’s where you figure out your what you’re going to do when it all ends.

We’ve all questioned why we continue to put in the effort every day for what we like to think of as torture. We all ask ourselves, why does any of it matter? When I’m old and in a nursing home, who’s going to care if I know the square root of 47, or if I can name all the parts of a human cell? The answer is, nobody; not even the kind lady that delivers my pudding. So, if nobody cares, what’s the point of high school? I’m no expert, because as a freshman, I just got here, but I know that high school is the first step into discovering who you are and what your purpose here on Earth is.

For the most part, I have a good idea of where I’m headed after my four years. I know that college is in my future, and that English will be my major. My dream job is to be an author or editor; but, that all could change. I could look further into my love for animals and decide that I want to become a Veterinarian.  Or, I could put aside my disdain for running and join the military, Who knows? The world is a wonderful place, full of so many opportunities, and believe it or not, but high school offers a lot of good ones that will play a big part in how we figure out our “plan”.  The plan is our career, our family, our college, our service. It’s what we choose to do with ourselves after high school; that’s one of the main reasons we attend. It might be hard remembering that when you’re staying up all night cramming for a test, and then having to wake up 5 hours later to do it all again, but in the end, it’s all worth it. High school is vital to your future because it prepares you for the adult world. You might think that there’s no point, but in modern day, it’s next to impossible to get a decent job, with good income, without a high school diploma. When you’re working as a CEO at a big company, compared to some fast food restaurant, you’ll be thankful for all those years of Algebra you choked down.

I know that the majority of high school students aren’t interested in a career that involves senior math or AP English, and you might not need any of it in your field of choice, but apart from all the homework and evaluations, high school is supposed to be the best time of your life. It’s the place where you look back and laugh and cry and remember all the good times. You think back to all the pressure and stress that you had to suffer through, and you still can’t believe that you survived. Would you go back? Probably not. But, you can’t help admitting that there were some memorable moments, involving some great friends, some wild parties, some crazy romances, and some things that you wish could last forever. It’s true, I think you’re all happy to be out, but there is no way that you’ll ever forget those amazing four year; and in the end, the point to high school is to make your own adventure, and seeing as that adventure soon turns into life, I would start taking notes.

Maybe It’s Me

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(This is a work of fiction.  Kind of a vent-story thing.  Hope you enjoy it!)

        “I personally think that if you are as attractive as Andy Sixx, you should have to be President.  Just an opinion.”  My best friend Jake stated.  I laughed.

     “I suppose you’re right; He is gorgeous.”  I shifted my heavy bag from one shoulder to the other.  I hated not having a car.  Walking home seriously sucked.  

    “Here.  Give me your bag.  I know your shoulder is still screwed up.”  Jake said.  I grimaced.  My dad and I had gotten into a fight the night before. Well, he’d fought.  I had just tried not to die.  He knocked me into the wall and bruised my shoulder really bad.

   “Nah, Jake, I’m good.  Don’t sweat it.”  He stopped directly in front of me.  I tried going around him, but he moved right back in front of me again.  

   “Jinxx.  I’m serious.”  He held out his hand expectantly.  I knew he wouldn’t move until I gave in.  I sighed and handed him my bag.  He slung it over his shoulder.

   “Holy crap, Jinxx.  What’s in here, bricks?  No wonder you couldn’t carry it.”  I rolled my eyes and made a grab for it back.  A spasm of pain shot through my shoulder and I gasped.  Jake dropped both our bags.  “Dude, are you ok?”  He helped me sit down on the sidewalk.        

  “I’m good.  It’s nothing.  Just a little bit sore.”  I brushed my hair out of my eyes.  I kept it long and dyed black, which was one of the many reasons my dad beat on me.  He said it made me “look gay” and I quote, “No son of mine will be gay.  If I ever catch you with a boy, you better say your motherfuckin’ prayers, bitch.  Now get the fuck out of my sight.”  All this was said sober, so you can imagine the amount of joy he brings when he’s drunk.

  “ Here, come to my house.  It’s closer and Mom can check out your shoulder.”  Jake’s mom is a doctor.  “Don’t worry,”  He said when he saw my face.  “We’ll tell her you fell skateboarding, dude.”  I breathed a sigh of relief.  I got up and followed Jake down the road.   

      When we got to Jake’s house, my shoulder was aching and I knew Jake was getting tired of carrying both of our bags.  I helped him haul them through the door.  His dog Meenie started barking like crazy.  Meenie’s the tiniest dog I’ve ever seen, but she’s convinced she’s nearly deadly.  Hence the name.  

     “Jake, hon?  Did you get the mail?  And is that Jinxx?”  Leila called from the kitchen.  Jake’s house is pretty freaking huge.  

    “Nah, Mom, I forgot the mail.  And I was too busy hauling TWO bags in because SOMEONE fell of his skateboard.”  Leila came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dishtowel.  Jake’s dad Hal followed, sipping a cup of coffee.  Hal worked the nightshift at the hospital while Leila worked days at a pediatric clinic.

    “Really?  How’d that happen?  I thought you boys were champs on the ‘board.”  Hal smiled.  Jake rolled his eyes.  

    “We all fall off, Dad.”  He turned toward his mom.  “Ma, can you check it out for him?  Please?”

Leila smiled at me and glared at Jake.

      “I am not ‘Ma’.  You know better.  I gave birth to you.  Or have you forgotten?”  Jake and Hal laughed.  I smiled sadly.  I wished my family was happy like this.  I mean, I know the Harpers’ are not a perfect family, but at least they don’t hit each other or scream all the frigging time.  Leila turned back to me.  “Come on, Jinxx.  We’ll get you all checked out.”  She led me to the kitchen and gestured for me to sit down at the island.  I did and she lifted the back of my shirt.

    “Oh my.  Hal, come here.  Take a look at this.”  I bit my lip nervously.  Hal set down his coffee and joined Leila behind me.  

    “Son, are you sure you got that falling down?  That’s a very serious bruise.  You need to get it checked out at the doctor’s or the hospital.  It could be bone deep.”  I stared at Jake in panic.  He mouthed “sorry” back.

   “No, Hal, Leila, it’s totally fine.  I’m fine.  I don’t want to bother my parents with this.  I mean, my dad’s really sick and Mom’s crazy busy.  I”ll be fine.  Thanks so much for checking it out.”  I quickly pulled my shirt back down and winced.  Hal and Leila exchanged a look.  

   “Anyway, I should probably get going.  Thanks so much, guys.”  I started to get up.

   “Jake, drive Jinxx home.  Then come straight back.  No little rendezvous.  Understood?”  Hal tossed Jake the keys.  Jake did a little victory dance, but was quickly shut down by a glare from Leila.

          I was pretty quiet on the ride back.  I couldn’t stop panicking and overthinking.  What if Leila called my parents?  What if they called the cops?  No, that was ridiculous;  they had no reason to suspect my dad.  Right?  Jake reached out and grabbed my hand.  I looked up.  In the near dark, his purple hair looked black.  He glanced at me out the corner of his eye and his mouth crooked up in the smile I loved.  He was the most beautiful human -inside and out- that I had ever met.  And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love him.  Yeah, as my best friend, but also love love him.  You know that thing in middle school, where everyone was all, “I like like them”?  Well, that’s how it was.  Only bigger than middle school’s ‘like.’  And less lame.  I stared at him, finally acknowledging the facts that A) I was into a GUY, and B) That guy had been my best friend since sixth grade.  And now we were sophomores.  It took me five fricking years to figure this out????? FIVE??!!!

            “What, dude?  Is my hair a mess or something?”  Jake laughed and shook his hair out of his face.  It was down past his shoulders now.  I was suddenly overcome with the need to do something.  Before I could think, I was saying: “Hey, Jake, dude, can you pull over?  I need to do something.”  He shrugged and pulled over.

            “What?  Do you have to pee?  Because you probably shouldn’t do that here.  I mean, we’re kind of in publi-”  He didn’t get to finish his sentence because I leaned over and kissed him.  At first, I could feel his shock and I started to pull away.  He caught my hand and gently grabbed my chin, turning me back to him.  He kissed me.  I could feel him smiling as we moved our lips against each other.  Slowly we pulled back.  His smile lit up his face.  “You have no freaking clue how long I’ve wanted to do that.  Now, care to explain why exactly this joyous moment has been set forth?”  I smiled back.

            “I frigging love it when you talk like that, dude.  And I just realized that I like you.  Um, actually no.  I love you.  I’m in love with you.  And oh my lanta, it feels so good to say that.  So yeah.  I love you.  A lot.”  I was gasping because I had just rushed that all out in one breath.  

            “I love you, too.  I have since, like, seventh grade.  Glad we have come to this conclusion.  Now, as much as I would love to continue this beauteous moment, I have to be a responsible adult and get you home.  Before we have another episode of last night.  By the way, did you call your parents?”

           “Shit!”  I groaned.  Oh, well.  We were almost home anyway.

              When we pulled in, Jake kissed me goodnight and I ran up to the house as fast as possible.  I opened the door quietly.  It was dark.  I flipped on the light and saw my dad standing in front of me with a knife.  

         “Dad?  What’s going on?”  I said slowly.  “Please put down the knife.”  He took a staggered step toward me.  He was clearly very drunk.

       “I saw you.  With that boy.  I told you.  I warned you.  You are not gay.  If anyone found out, they’d say I was queer.  So, I’ll make sure that never happens, by pretending you never happened.”  With that he lunged.  

              I woke up in the hospital six days later.  Apparently, Jake had sensed something and called the cops while running into my house.  He was able to yank my father off me.  I guess my dad started sobbing on the floor and Jake did his best to stop the bleeding.  He saved my life.  And now, six years later, we have our own happy ending.  The end.

          Hi guys!  Kerriann here.  Just wanted to say that I hope you liked this.  I wrote it to bring about awareness to a very real, very scary issue.  A lot of people are abused, killed, or severely beaten emotionally and physically just for being who they are.  I just hope this story brings about realization that we can change this if we try.  Thank you!

Dress Codes

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It’s 80 degrees F outside and just as hot inside your school.Would you rather wear jeans and a t-shirt or shorts and a tank top.Obviously you would pick the cooler option of the tank top and shorts.But as of right now you don’t even have the choice.It’s all thanks to the DRESS CODE. Dress codes have been revamped and are strictly focusing on what girls are allowed to wear.

Schools are pulling girls out of class for showing their shoulders and thighs… and it’s ridiculous. Even though they pull girls out of class the faculty embaresses them, slut shame them, or sometimes they even suspend them.But the worst part is that they think that what they are saying is fine and doing what they are doing is by no mean wrong and mean.But that’s a lie. I think that one of the first steps we need to take is to educate faculty in our schools. Right now they don’t get that what they are doing affects girls and really puts them down.

We are not trying to distract boys from school.According to Nathania Fields, a rising senior at Campus Magnet High School in New York: “I think a lot of the time girls wear what they wear to feel more confident in themselves. The attention from men is, I don’t know, extra.” We also don’t really know what to do with this extra attention from boys and faculty. Just like they boys we are trying to learn. How  are we supposed to learned if we get pulled out of class for what we are wearing.

At LHS (Lewiston High School) we are not aloud to show their shoulders wear clothing that is too tight nor clothes that are too big.But boys are not disciplined when their pants are so baggy that you can see their underwear.How should girls act when they’re being singled out for wearing something.Ecspecially when boys are where the equivalent and aren’t punished.It is a total double standard and totally unfair.

When I was in 8th grade my friend was dress coded for wearing shorts that were past her fingertips.All the faculty had to say was that they were distracting and that she couldn’t wear them again unless she wanted to be punished. . Also when i was in 3rd grade i was told i had to keep my sweatshirt on all day because i was wearing a halter top dress for picture day.I find it amazing that the schools are making the boys’ education more important than the girls’ education.

Dress codes right now are a hot topic in the united states. With school just starting and it being 70+ degrees many people are getting dress coded. Girls are only dressing to be comfortable. Wearing jeans and a t-shirt can be very uncomfortable in that weather. So we either are uncomfortable or  “distracting” to boys.

When you interrupt a girl’s school day to force her to change her clothes or send her home because her shorts are too short or you can see her bra strap it’s telling her that hiding her body is more important than her education. it also shows her that she has to make sure that boys have a distraction free education is more important than her education. This makes her think she is a sexual object. It says that her confidence should be shunned not rewarded. What’s more distracting -looking at  girl’s’ shoulders or being pulled from class, humiliated, and made to change outfits before you’re allowed to learn?  

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