"What was that?" I yelped out in shock. Almost instantly, I was blind; nothing could be seen. Everything around me reflected the darkness that was my Living Room.
    The power had gone out; the electricians outside must have cut a wire while working on the power lines. I heaved a heavy sigh as I lifted my exhausted legs into the position to get off the comforting couch. My back uttered a soft crackle as it expressed its mutual disagreement to move. I had been sitting on the couch for the past three hours, watching "The Creature From The Black Lagoon", that so abruptly halted. Alas, it was now time to change my position. 
     As I hobbled off in the direction of my kitchen with overweight bags underneath my eyes, I managed a narrow glance at my curtain-less window. The red sky was seeping in from the East at a rapid rate, drawing in the purple clouds with it.
    My mom was still at work, and my Dad's snoring could be heard from my parents' room as if they were large elephants' thunderous footfalls.
    Stretching out my arms, I made it into the kitchen. I neared the sink, and at that moment, my cell phone bellowed its shrill shriek, sending my nerves on edge. With yet another sigh, I began my journey back to the Living Room to retrieve it, but I paused half way, for I heard the distinct messaging system go off. I scrunched my eyebrows and intensely waited for the familiar beeping sound for the message to begin.
    Beep.
    With my head slightly cocked to the right, I waited. Nobody was speaking, but they were still there, otherwise another "beep" would have been heard. I lunged to the phone, thinking it would be my mother checking in on me from work, but as I brought the phone to my ear, not a peep was made. A click of a phone being hung up then sounded on the other end. It must have been a wrong number.
    With weary eyelids, I disregarded the occurrence, and returned to the kitchen where I promptly began to rummage around in drawers in hope of discovering a flashlight. It seemed an aching eternity had flown by, yet I had not uncovered any means of light production.
    I decided to wake the sleeping bear instead, and get him to excavate a few candles from the basement.
    By now, my eyes had adjusted to the dimness, so manoeuvring my way through the kitchen seemed a lesser obstacle. I took a step in the direction of my parents' room, and began to cross the tile-floored chamber. I managed a few strides before stopping dead in my tracks.
    What was that dark mass standing in the impossibly broad doorway? I couldn't tell, but it looked to be about one foot tall, two feet wide and absolutely enormous! I voiced a
sharp squeal that vibrated off the countertops and back to my ears. The noise must have startled the mass, for it scrambled on the spot before scampering past the doorway's girth and out of sight, making sure to bring the scratching of its menacing claws with it.
    My weak legs quivered beneath me as I tried to comprehend the monster I had just witnessed before me. My mind and heart were having a bet on who could pulse more rapidly. As they continued their race, my thoughts darted back to my Dad, who was fast asleep, and blissfully unaware of what horror lay outside his den. I was then led to the thought of the creature with its gaping jaws wrapped around his throat.
    With that notion freshly embedded into my train of thoughts, I charged out of my trance, sprinted across the tile floor, and dove into my parents' room, only to be face to face with the beast. Despite the black hunk I viewed previously, I now saw that its bristles of fur were bone white. My mouth hung agape, while the rotten stench of the creature's breath lingered to my nostrils. It took a step back, blocking the path to my slumbering Dad. The urge to blare a warning to him arose inside of me, but the orange glow emitted from the monster's eyes caused me to believe that muttering a single word would be unwise.
    If only I had not been plunged into that thicket of darkness.
    The brute's intent eyes met my weak, wandering peepers, and for an eternity, we were deadlocked. Eventually, I broke the match. I shifted my view slightly to the side, and that is when I noticed the stray leg of my Dad inch to the left of him.
    He was alright!
    Completely ignoring the horror before me, as well as the slight grin that bore its porcelain fangs, I bawled out, "Daddy! Get up!"
    His body was a spasm of confused movements as he struggled to become untangled from his chain of blankets. 
    The sudden clamour startled the beast; its head snapped back towards my Dad, and its jaws once again bore into its former menacing grin.
    "Watch out!" I shrieked as a second warning.
    "Whaz...goin'...on?" My Dad slurred, oblivious to what I had just said, and absolutely baffled. At the sound of the masculine voice, the brute rose from its position, and placed one immense mitt upon the bed, followed by the other. Its entire torso was plastered against the bed, while its hindquarters remained firmly planted on the ground.
    My Dad, still entirely dazed, slumped back into place.
    The animal still rested upon the bed, but as I gazed down, I noticed a swift motion erupting near its legs. Its tail moved like the blades of a helicopter, and felt like them as well.
    With a sudden substantial leap, the beast landed on the edge of the bed and seemed to joyfully bound towards my Dad's face.
    The abrupt shift of disposition within the animal's attitude bewildered me. I took a cautious step closer, and witnessed the slimy, pink tongue escape the creature's mouth and attach itself to my Dad's face.
    "Agh... What-? Stop it!" The beast was attacking my Dad and all he had to say about it was 'Stop it"? No way!
    Putting every ounce of my energy into this feat, I hauled myself onto the bed, and tackled the fiend, causing an unexpected "yelp!" to flee its throat.
    Hey... wait a minute... That actually sounded familiar... Was it possible? 
    No way!
    My heart collapsed and sunk down to my stomach as what I had just done dawned on me.
    "No way... Oh my..." I couldn't create a full sentence. My words were jumbled into incompetent, broken drawls.
    "Ugh!" My Dad groaned, irritated by the raucous I had caused. "Whaz... so.. loud?" I glanced in his direction, then back at the shadowed mass I had recently fought. 
    It was my puppy.
    The realization that the predator lurking about was actually the two-month-old Samoyed puppy, Shadow, that my family had just adopted, had never crossed my foolish mind. I had spent nearly ten minutes battling against the harmless new addition to our family.
    Wow.
    It was a splendid thing that the lights were out, or else the entire city would have seen the burning flames radiating from my cheeks. 
     With a final defeated sigh of the night, I climbed off the bed and made my way back to the kitchen.
    A single bark could be heard from my parents' bedroom, followed by the frustrated voice of my Dad, shouting, "Shut up, Shadow! You know you're not allowed on the bed! Do you see Simran jumping around on here?"
    I chuckled at the fact of my Dad's total ignorance of the whole scenario, as well as the thought of my little ball of fur doing any sort of damage to anything, and nearly exploded when I thought of the fright she had installed inside of me.
    I passed the kitchen once again, containing my laughter, and entered into my bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar. I collapsed onto my bed, and wrapped my blankets around me. 
    I sealed my eyes shut, vowing to never again stay up watching movies as late as I did, and brought myself back to the familiar shade of jet black that is darkness, still thinking about the orange eyes... and the teeth...
    My eyes instantly flung open, and darted hastily around my room. For a brief moment, I thought I could see a flicker of white through the crack of the door as well as the jaws that could snap me in half as if I were a toothpick...

    I slept with the door closed that night.


 
 
I believe that school does kill creativity in its students. With projects and assignments that are graded solely on the content (which, although is important, is not the only thing that should be graded), students tend to lose their creative and original ideas in order to please their teachers. As well, if your use of creativity and originality is not being graded at all, students begin to believe that it is not important, and then stop using it all together. After all, why would someone put extra effort into something that will not even be marked?

Sir Ken Robinson made an excellent point when he suggested that the education system should wake students up from their slumber, rather than anesthetize them in an effort to make them focus. I believe that ADHD does exist, but I do not believe that it is an excuse to dose out medication to students, all the while telling them that they should become focused and attentitive pupils.
I also agree with Robinson's point about how students are basically manufactured goods, with the date of when they were produced stamped on their sides. For example, the high school class of 2010 were all born 1992, whether or not their learning abilities differed from their peers. People can not be sorted by age for education purposes because of the simple fact that each individual human being has a unique brain, capable of different things. For instance, a 16 year old person may have the motivation and determination of a 25 year old person, whereas, another 16 year old may be as discouraged to learn as a newly-entered Kindergarten student. Thought processes and abilities can not be determined by age. Although the idea that everybody learns more and more within each year, and since you and another person are the same age you should be at the same level, it does not always apply. In fact, based on what I have seen and experienced, this is completely and utterly false. 

I feel that the education system has now jam-packed curriculum that the majority of will not be in any way useful or pertinent to everyday life after school and in the lives of students, ultimately forcing them study and memorize what they find irrelevant.


In addition to what I have mentioned before about the education system cramming too much information into the minds of students, I also firmly believe that they do not care about whether we actually learn the material or not, but more so if we get "good grades" and graduate with our name on the honour roll list. The point of school is to learn. Not just academics, but also real life skills. The image below sums up my feelings about what the education system believes each student should do with their school lives.
Adding to the point that school systems do not truly care about if students really learn about life-skills, I reckon that creativity is deemed unimportant by school systems because it does not necessarily relate directly to the subject that the students are learning about. Most people feel that it is an "aside-criteria", and that we do not need it to learn and study academics in school.



Now, picture yourself when you were younger.
You probably could think up of more things to do or say when you were bored at home, or in a primary school group discussions. That is because, as Sir Ken Robertson demonstrates in his video, "How Schools Kill Creativity", people tend to lose their creativity as they age, ultimately discarding it completely by they time they are adults and out of school.

Sir Ken Robinson's video, "How Schools Kill Creativity: 

Now, picture yourself in the present. Let's use the example that Robinson used in his video: How many ways can you use a paperclip?
Not many, probably.
Does this highlight the fact that creativity is lost as we age, or is it just in human nature to not be able to find uncommon uses for common objects?
I believe it is the former that is responsible.

As further evidence, the articles linked below by Line Dalile and David Liu provide a broader explanation as to why and how schools are demolishing creativity in students, while at the same time, still giving their own opinions.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/line-dalile/a-dictator-racing-to-nowh_b_1409138.html
http://www.fastcompany.com/3008800/education-killing-creativity-new-economy

An excellently done song by Harry Chapin, called "Flowers are Red" is shown below, depicting the creativity loss in school children.


The meaningful lyrics of "Flowers are Red":

The little boy went first day of school
He got some crayons and started to draw
He put colors all over the paper
For colors was what he saw
And the teacher said.. What you doin' young man
I'm paintin' flowers he said
She said... It's not the time for art young man
And anyway flowers are green and red
There's a time for everything young man
And a way it should be done
You've got to show concern for everyone else
For you're not the only one

And she said...
Flowers are red young man
Green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen

But the little boy said...
There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flower and I see every one

Well the teacher said.. You're sassy
There's ways that things should be
And you'll paint flowers the way they are
So repeat after me.....

And she said...
Flowers are red young man
Green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen

But the little boy said...
There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flower and I see every one

The teacher put him in a corner
She said.. It's for your own good..
And you won't come out 'til you get it right
And all responding like you should
Well finally he got lonely
Frightened thoughts filled his head
And he went up to the teacher
And this is what he said.. and he said

Flowers are red, green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen

Time went by like it always does
And they moved to another town
And the little boy went to another school
And this is what he found
The teacher there was smilin'
She said...Painting should be fun
And there are so many colors in a flower
So let's use every one

But that little boy painted flowers
In neat rows of green and red
And when the teacher asked him why
This is what he said.. and he said

Flowers are red, green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen. 

The lyrics above depict a child, who, when at a young age, developed a creative side, and was able to see the world in many different ways. However, a certain teacher he had corrupted his way of thinking and made him do things in only one particular fashion. It took a moment for him to understand that, but once he did, he never forgot it. This song showed that as the child aged, the ideas he learned about in school remained with him no matter where he went, and what he did, ultimately ruining his imagination and creativity, even when asked to use it.


Using the examples from the links provided to Sir Ken Robinson's video, "How Schools Kill Creativity", Harry Chapin's "Flowers are Red", as well as the articles by Line Dalile and David Liu, I find it safe to say that that education systems do destroy and demolish the creativity in students. From the concerns of age groups and intelligences to how and what the schools systems believe that children should be taught, it all ends up in the same place: declining creativity and originality in youth because the focus of constructive thinking is leaving the minds of brainwashed students, believing that academics is all that matters, and in the end, producing adults without imagination.
 
Hello there, my name is Simran, and I am 16 years old. This is my blog, and I hope that everything posted here will thoroughly entertain you (or at least keep you from falling asleep).
I have lived in British Columbia, Canada my whole life, but would enjoy travelling to other countries. My family comes from all over the globe, and I would like to visit and experience where I cam from. I (and everyone else) thinks I look like and act like my dad, although I have a few characteristics of my mom.
I find that I am a very talkative person and like to speak my mind. I also find that I have mostly a dry/sarcastic/dark sense of humour that seems to not bother most people I know... But then again, maybe they think I am serious in what I say... (haha).

On my spare time, I enjoy reading, writing and enjoying music. I am trying to teach myself to play the guitar, and it seems to be going OK so far! I am mainly into classic and hard rock, although my tastes do vary. Stephen King has to be one of my all-time favourite authors, as I have almost all of his books. Horror and comedy movies interest me greatly, so it is no wonder that "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" is at the top of my list for movie preferences. "Austin Powers", "Grease" and most movies with Jim Carrey are also on my list.

I have a five year old Samoyed dog, Shadow, who I love even more (dare I say it?) than my parents! 2 hour daily walks are on our to-do lists everyday! I think I could probably talk for hours on end about my most loved pet, but, I wouldn't want to bore you with that, now would I?

In the future, it does not really matter to me about what I do as a career as long I am happy. After all, as John Lennon said, "When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.” This quote basically sums up my main life-aspirations, although I would like to attend law school. But, as I said previously, it does not matter a whole lot where I end up.

Currently, I am learning the Latin language, which I find to be quite amazing and unique! Most Latin words really do sound like English... Or should I say, most English words sound like Latin!

This year, a class I have is grade 11 English, and throughout the course (as well as my others) I hope to achieve a better understanding of the subject, as well as do well in it. English does happen to be one of my favourite subjects.

As a farewell, I would like to just say that what is written here is just a little bit of the wide spectrum of Simran! I hope you learn a little more about me as you experience what more my blog has to offer!