I don’t understand the concept of being a human. Aren’t humans supposed to do human things? Eat, sleep, breath. It’s so much more complicated than that! Humans have so many number of emotions. It’s hard to interact with one another. Humans. One word that I say will either crush your soul or make you jump up and down. Being a human is a blessing and a curse. It’s a blessing because our brain can think of so many creative things that can benefit the world. It’s a curse because feelings can take part of everything we do and say, which can screw everything up. Shouldn’t living your life be simple? Except people expect you to have is a job, the love of your life, family, house, and the perfect education. Shouldn’t I just live my own life and you live yours? Or it’s probably because I’m scared what’s planning for my future ahead… Being a human just comes with so many prices thrown at you. That’s just one of the many challenges of being a human. Even when some people see that as a “normal thing.” Maybe I’m just different than everyone else, then again probably not.
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Snitches, Cowards, and Liars. Those are all horrible things, but nothing is as bad as someone talking bad about someone else’s back.
I can’t explain how frustrating it is! People who do things like that show cowardliness and selfishness. They show that they can’t be trusted and are too weak and afraid to really do anything. It’s PATHETIC! They show lack of understanding and even lack of self respect. By speaking behind someone’s back they show that they’ve reduced themselves to the point where they can’t even fight back. People like this are uncivilized. They feel frustration and instead of voicing their problem they’re frozen in fear. Then instead of trying to find a solution they rage and become violent/defensive. They curse at a person’s BACK instead of their FACE. IF YOU HAVE PROBLEM WITH SOMEONE JUST SAY IT TO THEIR FACE! BY: MONSSE R. Dreaming Awake
It’s a place… A place where you should feel safe, A place where you should be able to be yourself, A place where you should trust others, A place where… A place where no one controls you. A place where you’re not forced to do anything, A place where all your thoughts can be free a place where you don’t get judged on what you say. A place that doesn’t put you down, A place where everyone accept who you are, A place where you’re not compared to others, A place where there are no rules, A place where it’s okay to be yourself. It’ a place… It’s a place that isn’t true, It’s a place that doesn’t exist, It’s a place that no matter who much you want it ,it’s not there. It’s a place that no one has, It’s a place that will never happen, It’s a place that is perfect. It’s a place that everyone wants to be in, It’s a place that is only just a dream world, But we can always dream. It’s a place...that doesn’t exist By : Melanie A. Edited by: Jennifer A. “More Than a T”
By: Ms. Tracewski Every year, it’s the same thing. Fresh notebooks, brand new shoes, eager smiles. Tanned faces and sharply trimmed hair. Excitement for the first day of school. As a kid, I knew the routine. Wait patiently until the teacher nears the end of the alphabet, then quickly pronounce my last name before it’s butchered. By the end of the year, a few of them might have the pronunciation down, but I’m sure most just remembered the T. Now, the role has switched, but the problem is the same. The excitement for the first day of school continues, but I see fear, nerves, and dread. Confused eyebrows and scrunched up foreheads. I’ve been there, and I am still there. Looking at the class roster, I know I’ll struggle just like them, but isn’t a little struggle worth it? * * * Names are a weird thing. We all have them; animals, buildings, food, and even words themselves have names. Without them, we couldn’t communicate, and without communication there would be no connection, no belonging, no joy - no humanity. Names matter. Accuracy matters. And our intention matters. As I look at my students on that first day of school, I see a powerful and harming fear. Not a fear of me, but the fear of making mistakes, the fear of looking silly in front of peers, the fear of trying something foreign. And I see a hope but the wrong kind of hope. They hope for a shortcut. An easy way out. A path that avoids awkwardness, avoids challenge, avoids the process of learning. A path that avoids growth. * * * Tra-zoo-ski. Tracewski. Tra-soo-ski. Trace-W-Ski. T-R-A-C-E-W-S-K-I. It’s not too hard once you try it a few times. Give it a few silly tries, a few goofy mistakes, and you’ll see. It can be fun, humorous, and bring out a childlike joy of trying something for the first time. And it will bring a joy that isn’t just fun, but respectful because it allows them to recognize the true you. Never set a limit on what you can be. And to be just a T is a limit to me. |
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