It’s a great idea, but honestly people are just too lazy and feel their voice doesn’t matter. Petitions aren’t useless per say, but a better method is required.
Funny encounters with this word. See, we have a crazy nun teacher at my school and apparently, last year’s seniors created a petition to get her fired. The petition was recognized by the authorities of the school, but she wouldn’t leave because it was her “vocation” to stay with the school.
fighting for something. not giving up. doing what you can as a citizen to let your voice be heard. sure maybe your name just might be another on the list of many….
but someday, somewhere… that one name that made the difference could be yours.
When we are small, we are taught that we have the power to change the world. All it takes is hard work, determination, honesty, and a smattering of charisma. Dumb luck and powerful friends to support a few well-placed petitions never hurt. We are told that we can make something of ourselves, that we can rise up from being helpless children and someday be an important catalyst of social change.
That we shall truly “be the change you want to see…”
We are never told that we are worthless.
We are never prepared for the fact that we can do nothing.
“Would you sign our petition, please?” The teen bravely haeld up the battered board and the carving knife.
The seasoned healer eyed stared her down from her position behind the medcine counter. “It’s not going to do you much good, child.” She grunted, after a moment. SHer hands dipped beneath the counter and returned with white rolls of bandages in hand. “You’re best off leaving them all alone.”
“I can’t!” The girl retorted. “Just give me a chance! Give them a chance. They deserve it, after all that they’ve done, how can we just-!”
“I’m not saying that you have to give up on it, just that you might be mores useful in other places, girl.” She sighed and reached for the proffered knife. “You’ll regret this one day.”
“No I won’t.” The girl held her chin higher.
“They all say that.”
“I won’t.”
“Brave last words, my dear.”
“I love you too, Nana.” She shot back.
The old healer carved her name into a smooth section of the board and then pricked her thumb to give the usual drop of blood that would allow for verification of her signature. “I wish thee well.”
“I’ll see you soon.” The board flashed and groaned. The girl closed her eyes and waited. It took a half-second before the portal opened and sucked her in. There was nothing left behind.
The old woman sighed. “You’re too soft-hearted.” She told the empty room. “With your bleeding heart, you won’t have the strength to save what you’re fighting for.”
I could write one. It reminds me of court and applying for some changes. Housewives from MAD MEN wrote one to save a water fountain. It’s supposed to introduce changes in the society, for better living, or because someone is dissatisfied with the state of things at the moment.
Sam walked up the woman that was holding the petition out to passers-by, begging, pleading them to sign. It would only take a moment! She insisted. Sam smiled and asked “What is it for again?” The woman looked up at him, and the only thing Sam could think was “She looks exhausted…” as she explained to him the importance of supporting gay marriage, and asked if he would sign. He took the pen and said “Why is it so important to you?” She simply replied, “My son is being denied the right to marry the one he loves. If i may ask, why are you willing to sign?” He smiled and glanced into the store where Dean was still shopping for a gift for Castiel. An engagement present, if you will. Then he replied, “I’ve got a brother…”
i would like to write a petition. one that everyone in the world could sign. everyone would want to sign it. it would be that everyone should have the human right to be happy. to do what they want to do. to be exactly who they want to be, without criticism. it’s only fair, i think. but thats just me.
The class created a petition to prevent the teachers from agreeing to fulll year schooling. The joys of summer holidays are short and they understood that. Who really wants to leave the fun in the sun for school books and homework. Weekends are simply not long enough to have fun.
Petition. Don’t really know what this word means all that well, but all i can think of is a piece of paper and an old man handing it to someone saying, “Please sign the petition”.
I look at him with the saddest expression my face can muster. I want to close the gap between us, I want to be next to him. But I’m scared. I don’t want to lose anyone else this week. I don’t want to ruin us. It seems as though the world is already signing a petition against my happiness. And I want to make sure he never signs it.
so many signatures
curvy ones
doctor ones
men ones
women ones
messy ones
all sorts. Signatures always interest me with the way they differ so vastly. It must be hard being an identity thief
My friends call me brainwashed by the government, like the proles in Orwell’s 1984, but I am so proud to live in the brilliant democracy of the United states. Having the ability to make a law if enough people sign a petitions such a powerful thing,and it makes me feel important. It gives us a way to let our voices ring and be heard.
Someone is not listening and we need to figure out how we can show how much this matters to us
We need to all work together in solidarity, petition the world for better human rights
For legalising drugs
For having our say on where they drill for oil
For complaining of police brutality
Our petitions are endless
Will they ever listen?
It’s all over the news these days, especially with the rich fat teenagers listening to poorly cited bullshit. Nothing means anything anymore, when “helping” just requires a click and pretending that you care. Politics are ridiculous.
I held the crumbled paper between two fingers. The ink, already, was smearing, bleeding in black rivulets down the rain-splattered surface. I gave it a tiny shake, frowned at the illegible writing. How were the most important things always destroyed by water? Shrugging my coat closer around my shoulders, I bowed my head over the petition and continued to
martin luther king is a boss, keep kicking down walls in heaven, i heard your speech once and it was amazing!!! but petitions in general will fall by the way side when we can vote on facebook
petitioning about a cause you care about is a great way to still up some passion. some true emotions and to get involved in things you really care about, to make a difference, and motivate you as well as others.
I signed the petition with a curled signature, my black writing hitting the page. Loud and clear. I didn’t know what would happen after my signature was handed in, but I knew at the moment this was something that I had to do. Something that would help us all right now, it didn’t matter what would happen later.
i’ll write a petition for beauty, a call for beauty in every moment and a plea to stop and appreciate the beauty that already presents itself to us, even when we don’t notice it. the beauty that sits and waits for our gaze to bring it to blossom.
I HAVE ALWAYS CARED TO PETITION UPON SOMETHING OF IMPORTANCE TO ME; SOMETHING OF IMPORTANCE AT ALL. I WANT TO DO. I CAN’T STAND TO SIT ANY LONGER. IF MY LEGS GROW NUMB, THEN I CANNOT WALK, AND WILL ONLY FALL FLAT ON MY FACE.
Would you lend a caring hand?
Red fire hair.
You died your hair red.
I just want to run my fingers through it, grab it, pull you close, kiss you like I mean to.
It seems red is to me as blue is to Floyd.
Oh, dear.
The act of making a difference. Signing a piece of paper. Trying to change the world. Having others believe in something. Making others believe your beliefs. Loving the world enough to try and make a difference. Signatures.
I once was asked to sign a petition. I refused. Why? No reason, I couldn’t be bothered. Maybe I felt that it was a waste a time, maybe I felt that I was being a hypocrite by signing. I should have signed the petition.
petitions are good. they bring people together for one good cause. they make people have to agree on them. some people hate them. some love them. i like them. they make me feel like i’m a small part of something huge. even if they are small. i once made people sign a petition to get my 6th grade class to get a dodgeball court on the playground.
Fighting, saving people, making the world right, government, wat, trying to better home, equal rights, save the earth, humainities weekness, school pants, trying to unify, working hard
A small, terrified fifth grade girl walks into the Principal’s office with her fickle, fair-weather friend by her side, palms sweating and hands shaking, cheeks flushed.
“Do you girls know why you’re here?”
“Is it about the petition?” the friend asks.
“Yes, it is. I hope you girls realize that it’s simply not possible to replace the styrofoam trays with plastic ones — we would need to buy dishwashers, or hire people to wash them!”
these change the world. it is a first amendment right that we need to utilize more. with these, we hold the power. they really can make our country transform and work with us. petitions are useful and can raise awareness for all types of issues.
i would peition more often, but I fear. I fear my voice will be ignored. I fear my friends will judge me for wanting a change, for caring so much. I fear people having a changed opinion of me. I fear being seen as passionate.
I should ignore the fear. I know, I will.
One time I signed a petition to get the CW to renew Hellcats for a second season. It didn’t work. ): We tried to petition against uniforms in high school.
Sign it now. I swear its for a good cause, in fact if you do it now in less than a second you will see the good you’ve done. Trust me just go ahead take the pen and sign. There is nothing to lose but so much to gain, please just take it.
Philip signed the petition, simultaneously signing his way of life away. He knew his signature was enough to push it over the top and as a result he would never have the management position he had worked so hard for. This time next week he would be demoted, if not fired, and shunted into a career-ending pit.
I once signed a petition to get a teacher fired. That man was crazy. He was perhaps the worst gym teacher ever. The petition succeeded. Everyone in my grade signed it and we gave it to the principle. It was a fancy moment for all of us.
I petition to bring peace to all. I know it sounds corny and cliche, but it’s what we need. That;s what we petition for, right? What we need. The world needs peace. We need peace.
this is a way to change things very slowly. people dont really read petitions though, they just sign. i dont like petitions too much if that’s the only action in place because it does not raise enough awareness and it does not push people to do more than just sign their name. petition almost rhymes with rendition wait no it fully rhymes. well, there’s that petition I remember about in US History – the petition against King George of England. Was that him? Blah! What is history anyway?
I have a petition
She said
To take your hand
And grab your waist tonight
to hold you tight
and kiss you right
that is my petition
baby, tonight
on summer beaches
we stroll hand in hand
waves passing by, our eyes in a glance
the cool dark wine washes us over
and before we know it?
we’re gone.
forever.
It’s a great idea, but honestly people are just too lazy and feel their voice doesn’t matter. Petitions aren’t useless per say, but a better method is required.
Funny encounters with this word. See, we have a crazy nun teacher at my school and apparently, last year’s seniors created a petition to get her fired. The petition was recognized by the authorities of the school, but she wouldn’t leave because it was her “vocation” to stay with the school.
fighting for something. not giving up. doing what you can as a citizen to let your voice be heard. sure maybe your name just might be another on the list of many….
but someday, somewhere… that one name that made the difference could be yours.
When we are small, we are taught that we have the power to change the world. All it takes is hard work, determination, honesty, and a smattering of charisma. Dumb luck and powerful friends to support a few well-placed petitions never hurt. We are told that we can make something of ourselves, that we can rise up from being helpless children and someday be an important catalyst of social change.
That we shall truly “be the change you want to see…”
We are never told that we are worthless.
We are never prepared for the fact that we can do nothing.
“Would you sign our petition, please?” The teen bravely haeld up the battered board and the carving knife.
The seasoned healer eyed stared her down from her position behind the medcine counter. “It’s not going to do you much good, child.” She grunted, after a moment. SHer hands dipped beneath the counter and returned with white rolls of bandages in hand. “You’re best off leaving them all alone.”
“I can’t!” The girl retorted. “Just give me a chance! Give them a chance. They deserve it, after all that they’ve done, how can we just-!”
“I’m not saying that you have to give up on it, just that you might be mores useful in other places, girl.” She sighed and reached for the proffered knife. “You’ll regret this one day.”
“No I won’t.” The girl held her chin higher.
“They all say that.”
“I won’t.”
“Brave last words, my dear.”
“I love you too, Nana.” She shot back.
The old healer carved her name into a smooth section of the board and then pricked her thumb to give the usual drop of blood that would allow for verification of her signature. “I wish thee well.”
“I’ll see you soon.” The board flashed and groaned. The girl closed her eyes and waited. It took a half-second before the portal opened and sucked her in. There was nothing left behind.
The old woman sighed. “You’re too soft-hearted.” She told the empty room. “With your bleeding heart, you won’t have the strength to save what you’re fighting for.”
I could write one. It reminds me of court and applying for some changes. Housewives from MAD MEN wrote one to save a water fountain. It’s supposed to introduce changes in the society, for better living, or because someone is dissatisfied with the state of things at the moment.
Sam walked up the woman that was holding the petition out to passers-by, begging, pleading them to sign. It would only take a moment! She insisted. Sam smiled and asked “What is it for again?” The woman looked up at him, and the only thing Sam could think was “She looks exhausted…” as she explained to him the importance of supporting gay marriage, and asked if he would sign. He took the pen and said “Why is it so important to you?” She simply replied, “My son is being denied the right to marry the one he loves. If i may ask, why are you willing to sign?” He smiled and glanced into the store where Dean was still shopping for a gift for Castiel. An engagement present, if you will. Then he replied, “I’ve got a brother…”
it was all i could do. to beg. to plead. maybe she’d turn around, maybe she wouldn’t. i couldn’t have rallied any harder even if i’d wanted to.
We all signed it. We never even read the fine print. That’s how we all became slaves.
i would like to write a petition. one that everyone in the world could sign. everyone would want to sign it. it would be that everyone should have the human right to be happy. to do what they want to do. to be exactly who they want to be, without criticism. it’s only fair, i think. but thats just me.
The class created a petition to prevent the teachers from agreeing to fulll year schooling. The joys of summer holidays are short and they understood that. Who really wants to leave the fun in the sun for school books and homework. Weekends are simply not long enough to have fun.
Petition. Don’t really know what this word means all that well, but all i can think of is a piece of paper and an old man handing it to someone saying, “Please sign the petition”.
I look at him with the saddest expression my face can muster. I want to close the gap between us, I want to be next to him. But I’m scared. I don’t want to lose anyone else this week. I don’t want to ruin us. It seems as though the world is already signing a petition against my happiness. And I want to make sure he never signs it.
so many signatures
curvy ones
doctor ones
men ones
women ones
messy ones
all sorts. Signatures always interest me with the way they differ so vastly. It must be hard being an identity thief
My friends call me brainwashed by the government, like the proles in Orwell’s 1984, but I am so proud to live in the brilliant democracy of the United states. Having the ability to make a law if enough people sign a petitions such a powerful thing,and it makes me feel important. It gives us a way to let our voices ring and be heard.
Someone is not listening and we need to figure out how we can show how much this matters to us
We need to all work together in solidarity, petition the world for better human rights
For legalising drugs
For having our say on where they drill for oil
For complaining of police brutality
Our petitions are endless
Will they ever listen?
It’s all over the news these days, especially with the rich fat teenagers listening to poorly cited bullshit. Nothing means anything anymore, when “helping” just requires a click and pretending that you care. Politics are ridiculous.
I held the crumbled paper between two fingers. The ink, already, was smearing, bleeding in black rivulets down the rain-splattered surface. I gave it a tiny shake, frowned at the illegible writing. How were the most important things always destroyed by water? Shrugging my coat closer around my shoulders, I bowed my head over the petition and continued to
something that can make a change,
brings people together
Petition, perdition, decripsion, inscription, diction, rendishen,
martin luther king is a boss, keep kicking down walls in heaven, i heard your speech once and it was amazing!!! but petitions in general will fall by the way side when we can vote on facebook
petitioning about a cause you care about is a great way to still up some passion. some true emotions and to get involved in things you really care about, to make a difference, and motivate you as well as others.
I signed the petition with a curled signature, my black writing hitting the page. Loud and clear. I didn’t know what would happen after my signature was handed in, but I knew at the moment this was something that I had to do. Something that would help us all right now, it didn’t matter what would happen later.
i’ll write a petition for beauty, a call for beauty in every moment and a plea to stop and appreciate the beauty that already presents itself to us, even when we don’t notice it. the beauty that sits and waits for our gaze to bring it to blossom.
I HAVE ALWAYS CARED TO PETITION UPON SOMETHING OF IMPORTANCE TO ME; SOMETHING OF IMPORTANCE AT ALL. I WANT TO DO. I CAN’T STAND TO SIT ANY LONGER. IF MY LEGS GROW NUMB, THEN I CANNOT WALK, AND WILL ONLY FALL FLAT ON MY FACE.
Would you lend a caring hand?
Red fire hair.
You died your hair red.
I just want to run my fingers through it, grab it, pull you close, kiss you like I mean to.
It seems red is to me as blue is to Floyd.
Oh, dear.
The act of making a difference. Signing a piece of paper. Trying to change the world. Having others believe in something. Making others believe your beliefs. Loving the world enough to try and make a difference. Signatures.
I once was asked to sign a petition. I refused. Why? No reason, I couldn’t be bothered. Maybe I felt that it was a waste a time, maybe I felt that I was being a hypocrite by signing. I should have signed the petition.
petitions are good. they bring people together for one good cause. they make people have to agree on them. some people hate them. some love them. i like them. they make me feel like i’m a small part of something huge. even if they are small. i once made people sign a petition to get my 6th grade class to get a dodgeball court on the playground.
Fighting, saving people, making the world right, government, wat, trying to better home, equal rights, save the earth, humainities weekness, school pants, trying to unify, working hard
A small, terrified fifth grade girl walks into the Principal’s office with her fickle, fair-weather friend by her side, palms sweating and hands shaking, cheeks flushed.
“Do you girls know why you’re here?”
“Is it about the petition?” the friend asks.
“Yes, it is. I hope you girls realize that it’s simply not possible to replace the styrofoam trays with plastic ones — we would need to buy dishwashers, or hire people to wash them!”
these change the world. it is a first amendment right that we need to utilize more. with these, we hold the power. they really can make our country transform and work with us. petitions are useful and can raise awareness for all types of issues.
i would peition more often, but I fear. I fear my voice will be ignored. I fear my friends will judge me for wanting a change, for caring so much. I fear people having a changed opinion of me. I fear being seen as passionate.
I should ignore the fear. I know, I will.
One time I signed a petition to get the CW to renew Hellcats for a second season. It didn’t work. ): We tried to petition against uniforms in high school.
Sign it now. I swear its for a good cause, in fact if you do it now in less than a second you will see the good you’ve done. Trust me just go ahead take the pen and sign. There is nothing to lose but so much to gain, please just take it.
Philip signed the petition, simultaneously signing his way of life away. He knew his signature was enough to push it over the top and as a result he would never have the management position he had worked so hard for. This time next week he would be demoted, if not fired, and shunted into a career-ending pit.
I once signed a petition to get a teacher fired. That man was crazy. He was perhaps the worst gym teacher ever. The petition succeeded. Everyone in my grade signed it and we gave it to the principle. It was a fancy moment for all of us.
I petition to bring peace to all. I know it sounds corny and cliche, but it’s what we need. That;s what we petition for, right? What we need. The world needs peace. We need peace.
this is a way to change things very slowly. people dont really read petitions though, they just sign. i dont like petitions too much if that’s the only action in place because it does not raise enough awareness and it does not push people to do more than just sign their name. petition almost rhymes with rendition wait no it fully rhymes. well, there’s that petition I remember about in US History – the petition against King George of England. Was that him? Blah! What is history anyway?