Some of Mel's Newspaper Editorials


Elian Gonzales

Poor Elian , the boy has been through so much. The whole situation is very confusing and can bring up many different opinions. I have a couple of thoughts on the subject of Elian Gonzales that contradict each other, but I have mixed feelings so that's only natural

The boys mother died in front of him, let him go home with his father. Legally the boy may belong here, and i think that he should be placed in front of his father and his US relatives, and lets see who he goes to. Though legally that would not be the defining answer, it would however put into perspective what might be best for him. There have been rumors that his dad was abusive, and that's part of the reason why Ellian and his mother left
Cuba (that may or may  not be true), so if he was afraid of his abusive father (if he really is) then he should be with his Miami relatives.
his life would be much more privileged if he lived here, but what about all the other children we turn away when they are looking for a better life? Is elian more important than they? no. its just media hyped.
    A child that age doesn't deserve all this American nonsense. Waking up to American soldiers with machine guns kidnapping you is not exactly normal. That alone should make him want to go back to Cuba. Everyone should just leave him alone and let him make his own choice, at that age with all that he's been through he should know what is good and what is harmful to him.
Until he makes a choice America will be sitting by their TV's every night waiting to see what happens. Good luck Elian. 


 Thoughts on School Shootings

One of the most common statements recently is “life isn’t fair.” We’ve all heard this from our parents when we didn’t get what we wanted, from teachers when we received a bad grade on a test or paper, or from other people when similar “unfair” thing happened.     

Life may also be described as “crazy”, ”unpredictable”, “precious”, and “baffling.” I’ll explain what I mean in more detail shortly.
Life is the most precious thing there is. No matter how hard we try, death is always hanging over our ignorant and naïve heads.  Monday, March 5 at roughly 9:45 a.m. Santana High School in Santee, California. became yet another scene of mind-bending teen violence. Ever since the Columbine massacre, I have been trying to find answers to the motives of these enraged teens. But I have almost always come up dry, with only a large number of theories and questions that can never really be proven, answered, understood, or respected. The suspect, Charles Andrew Williams, was 15 years old. He opened fire in boys’ restroom and reloaded at least twice before killing two fellow students and injuring 13 others. He was arrested and will face murder charges as an adult.
     Perhaps the most disturbing detail to come out of this latest school shooting, other than the fact that two people lost their lives, is that as he fired away at fellow human beings. He was smiling proudly and enthusiastically as if the weapon he held in his hands represented years of adolescent rage and aggressive energy, finally releasing itself. Columbine also had a similar incident when the two killers asked a young girl if she believed in God and when she defied all the odds and answered proudly “yes,” she was executed without hesitation. I know, I know, the “media” blows things out of proportion and may be partly responsible for these murderous rampages because it gives the trigger-happy monsters the 15 minutes of fame they so desperately desire. Yet if we ignore these incidents and try to forget that they ever happened, no solutions will be brought about and future generations will never know that such things can do, and will happen. If we do not know the past, we will be doomed to repeat it.
Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold, the perpetrators of the worst school shooting in American history, are two names that will hopefully forever be remembered in the minds of humans alongside Adolf Hitler and Charles Manson, so that no one will ever forget the inhumanity they committed.
This latest incident should also never be forgotten.
I say this not because Charles Williams, The alleged perpetrator, deserved the fame that had motivated his rampages, but so that we can place a face with these horrid events and make people everywhere aware of the seriousness of these incidents.
”Life isn’t fair.”
No, it is not. It simply wasn’t fair that anyone had to be shot while preparing for math or chemistry class on that Monday. Following this shooting 13 kids were arrested in the state of California for possession of a gun in schools. Also following the shooting were two other shootings, one by a female. Lately, no matter where or how hard we look, human beings commit unthinkable cruel acts.

Some would call these shootings the act of enraged teens. Enraged? Of course! Unless we consider the years of psychological abuse endured by these kids and the downfall of any form of a structured and loving family life to be nothing. Why do these things keep happening? Well, trying to find a precise answer to that question would require much more than an 800-word editorial. What we have to do is stop blaming the media for the bad decisions of some flawed individuals and start being practical about this new wave of killings. In other words, watch for the warning signs.
There were plenty of those before this latest incident in Santee, Calif. The kid might as well have been wearing a neon warning sign. He had been talking to friends for days about bringing a gun to school to kill people, even asking some to be in on it. When his friends got suspicious, he said he was just joking.
The only thing we can really do is remember them and learn from the mistakes
that were made to set these young people off the path of a healthy,functional human being, and somewhere along the way transformed them into ruthless killing machines

Farewell  !!

Every exit is an entry somewhere else”, Tom Stoppard.
Graduation used to be years away, then months, weeks, and now its only days
away. We are leaving high school. Those people we’ve been with practically 8 hours a day, 181 days out of the year aren’t going to be there anymore. But instead of dwelling on it think of what is ahead of you. Life isn’t over once you leave high school, we have a world out there that’s just waiting for us to explore.
High School was a lot of work, half of which I didn’t really do. It was stressful, between homework, friends, boyfriends, work, partying, after school activities, and all of the crud that we all had to put up with. But you have to admit it’s been fun. I want anyone reading this to sit back and think about this one thing, growing up in Carle Place has made you the kind of person you are today. Imagine if you had grown up in a different school district, with different friends, different teachers, and just the different atmosphere. Where else can you honestly walk down the hallway and not only know everyone’s name, but what street they live on, who their siblings are, what sport or instrument they play, shoe size, etc.? Everyday I can’t help but hear someone whining about how everyone in Carle Place knows everyone’s business. But sometimes that’s not such a bad thing. When I got into a pretty
horrible car crash at the end of tenth grade everyone in Carle Place knew within a time span of 20 minutes to two days. As soon as I returned from the hospital people were calling, visiting, and if I wasn’t home, leaving balloons and a note on my mailbox. Things like that made the weeks of just sitting in bed healing that much easier. If it wasn’t for the constant game of telephone in Carle Place, I don’t know how I would have gotten through that.
To my fellow seniors: I can’t imagine what it’s going to be like going awaynext year and not seeing all of you everyday. I came to this school in fifth grade, and since I had been to many other schools I knew (or thought I knew) what I was going to be treated like. Everyone always thinks the new kid is weird, that’s just how it is. But when I walked up to the front steps of Rushmore that day, the first person I knew in Carle Place introduced herself to me. Jacquie Wicks came right up to me and introduced herself to me, told me what class she was in, and asked what class I was in. I gave her the weirdest look in the world, not because I didn’t like her, but because no one had ever done that before. Then I walked into Mrs. Paradine’s room and was welcomed with open arms. Everyone was so nice, and I remember to this day
kids from other classes peaking their heads in to see who I was. Within a week I no longer felt like the new kid, and to this day I am still grateful for that. Throughout the years we have all changed who our friends were, but still remained close to anyone we grew away from. I have met the best friends I could ever have here at Carle Place. We have experienced so much together
and it’s hard to let go. All of us who are off to college have so much waiting for us. Instead of walking home across the field at 3 am, now we will be walking across campus to our dorm rooms. We can’t take a one-minute walk or drive to see each other anymore, for some of us it’s going to be a few hours. I wish everyone good luck in everything they do. We have a strong
class, and I know we can make it. On June 23rd when we are roasting in the sun, crying, don’t only think of all we have done, think of all we can do.
This is just the first of many turning points in our lives.
To all the faculty and administration: Thank you…. Thank you for being just the way you are. Life is going to be a lot different now without Mrs. Doyle’s bowl of cherries, Mrs. Bourla’s copy machine wars, Mrs. Klatsky’s constant enthusiasm, and of course Mr. Rueth’s root tip diagram. All of you have helped not just me, but my class grow into the kind of people we are today. I
must say we do have the craziest staff on Long Island, Mr. T’s chant before tests, Mr. Binger’s constant antics, and every other crazy thing our teachers have done, has made high school fun. The coaches also deserve a lot of thanks, along with the PHYSICAL EDUCATION, not gym, staff …you know you guys
are going to miss me. If it wasn’t for my tennis coach, Mr. Paradine, I wouldn’t have found my college. I owe him a huge thank you and a lot of credit. And if it wasn’t for Mr. Keim I would have never discovered my love for arguments, and possibility of studying law in college. Once again, you all rock.

I’m a senior. This is my last column. My grade point average isn’t high enough for me to give you school advice, and my personal life is way too weird for me to give you tips on social etiquette. We, the class of 2001,are all leaving, moving on, graduating. It’s incredibly sad, but there is no doubt in my mind that we are ready for it. As for everyone who still has a few more years of school, make the most of it. Take it from me, I had to learn the hard way. High School is A LOT of work, most of which I didn’t do (
as I said before). It seems like a drag, but the more you do now both academically and extra-circularly, the less catching up you have to do your senior year so that you can enjoy it. Get involved in our school clubs, write for the paper, try out for the musical, and play that sport. Make yourself a well-rounded person, and enjoy all of these activities. The worst thing you can do is deny yourself these pleasures. I didn’t realize how important and
fun all of this was until my junior year, and in my senior year I had a lot of catching up to do. But most importantly have fun.
So this is it, some of us are leaving, some staying. No matter what Carle Place will always have a place in my heart. I wish the class of 2001 good luck in everything you all do. Look on toward the future, and once and a while, don’t be afraid to look back to the past. Thank you and goodnight

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