Soda Ban Essay
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So, this soda ban. What it is is there is this one dude named Bloomberg. He's the mayor of New Yor…
So, this soda ban. What it is is there is this one dude named Bloomberg. He's the mayor of New York, and he's proposing to lower the rate of obesity in America by making all of the soda containers above 16 ounces illegal.
This soda ban could be a bad idea for quite a few reasns. People will still be able to buy and drink just as much soda as they did before, it would just be in smaller containers. It basically just inconveniences people from buying an extra large size soda. They could still get buy as many 16 ounce sodas as they want to, so what's the point really? Also, if Mayor Bloomberg wants to cut down the obesity in New York by shorting the calorie intake from sugary drink, why just ban soda? Why not ban teas, coffees, and juices above 16 ounces?
Of course, there are some benefits to every bad idea. For example, if people can't buy as much soda as before, and they realize that they're losing weight and becoming healthier, then they might want to start making healthier changes to their lifestyle. I think this is the idea that Bloomberg has put into this ban.
My personal opinion about this ban is that's it's pointless. I think it's a waste of time. Treying to reduce the rate of obesity jst by cutting down on the size of your soda is a long shot. Because it's not like only extra large sodas is the only benefactor for obesity. It's lso a general lack of excersize and physical fitness, over-eating, too many calories in daily meals, side snacking, and so much more. Cutting down soda sizemight help a small bit, but in the long run of things it won't do much. people have to want to be healthy.
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3. Colored pencils!
4. Hair dye!
5. A paper mustache!Stickers!
6. Trash!
7. More candy!
8. A bandanna!Cookies!
9. Homework I still have to do!Unfinished homework!
10. Awesomeness!
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It was the first concert I had ever gone to. Me and my friends were so excited. We were going to s…
It was the first concert I had ever gone to. Me and my friends were so excited. We were going to see Panic! At The Disco play live at the Majestic Ventura Theatre. If you ask me, it wasn't that majestic. Walking in, it was awesome. It was old and smelly and slightly worn down, and the paint on the intricate moldings was faded and chipping. The linoleum floors were old and cracked; signs of previous riots and mosh pits from long ago.
The place was packed. It was crouded and hot and I couldn't see anything past the bald, tattooed head of the man in front of me. I lost my friends several times that night, but they easily spotted my flaming red bob of hair like a giant strawberry in the crowd. We found a place to stand about 10 feet away from the speakers. It was loud and hot and sticky and I was pressed up against a bunch of 10 year olds who seriously needed a shower or 3. They smelled like B.O. and serious teen spirit. We didn't care. We laughed and screamed and cheered even though the only people on stage were some guys testing the sound and lighting.
