Seriously

So this group of people supporting the charity or whatever "Invisible Children" came to school yesterday. They're trying to spread knowledge of the issues occuring in northern Uganda, where there has been civil unrest for 17-18 years or so. The rebels have gotten so desperate as to kidnap children, brainwash them into soldiers, and use them to kill people; this was due to the fact that children were small enough to sneak into schools and "recruit" more children or what have you. It was an extremely nice thing to be a part of, but they kind of lost me in the beginning when this one guy started to talk:

Him and his comrades dropped out of school and quit their jobs so they could join the road crew and show the movie anywhere they could.

And this is what I thought: You know, it would be a bit more convincing to me to take you seriously if you had a college degree in anything. Now, in the back of my mind, all I think is that I can' t take you as seriously as I wish to because you're pretty much a hippie. And no one likes hippies except other hippies.

And even later than that, this girl named Sarah or Dana or some other name that could make a girl seem like a brat comes up and says how, before she saw the movie, she was a total brat. I leaned over to Kathleen and said, "I bet she's going to say how she isn't a brat anymore, right?" Guess what. I was right.

Putting that all aside, though, it was a very sad movie. I really want to do something about it, and I told Kathleen we should organize another dodgeball tournament like in 8th grade, except we'd help build schools in northern Uganda except help some guy with cancer pay his hospital bill. And I really hope it's not something we'll just talk about because it's a pretty awesome idea that I know a lot of people in school would love to participate in. I just don't know where one would find enough dodgeballs for such an event.