Nothing Exists Without Its Opposite.

Being An Outsider Means Not Being Heard, Not Having A Voice. It Means Being Treated As A Second-class Citizen, Being Diminished In The Eyes Of Others. We Have All Felt This Way At One Time Or Another, But Some Feel It More Consistently. Unfortunately, Our Schools Often Do Not Embrace The Talents Of Many Of Their Occupants.

It's A Scary Thing; Moving On. Part Of Me Wishes Life Were More Predictable And Part Of Me Is Excited That It's Not. I Think It's Impossible To Tell The Good Things From The Bad Things While They're Happening.

You Can't Judge Islam By Those People Any More Than You Can Judge Christians By Abortion Clinic Bombers Or White Separatists. Love Turn To Hate At The Fringes Of Any Belief System.

I Figure If Doc Is Right About The Time I Have Left,i Should Wrap Up My Adolescence In The Next Few Days, Get Into My Early Productive Stages About The Third Week Of School, Go Through My Midlife Crisis During Martin Luther King Jr's Birthday, Redouble My Efforts At Productivity And Think About My Legacy, Say, Easter, And Start Cashing In My 401(k)s A Couple Weeks Before Memorial Day.

The Premise Of 'deadline' Forced Me To Go Against My Own Grain With A Character Determined To Find All That Is Valuable In That Time. I Believe This Is A Story About Redemption; How, Even With The Best Intentions, It's Sometimes Found And Sometimes Not.