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Posted by: fruittreeinwinter on 11/22/2011 Define innocence for me.
If a nerdy kid with zero existence went around and shot half the students at school,
would he be called a brutal murderer by the public?
Yes, he would.
If a father obtruded into the boys’ locker room and beat the star basketball player with all his might, would he be called a crazy assailant by the public?
Yes, he would.
If a gothic girl was disc...
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Posted by: twinkleye on 01/31/2012 I don't know how to introduce myself, so I will just do what I do best and say goodbye. Goodbye to all the miniscule things that bothered the hell out of me before. Goodbye to the obsessive boyfriend who continues to give my phone a heart attack on a weekly basis. Goodbye to the relentless teachers who wouldn't give me a break even though I'm a good student (notice I didn't say "A" student). Goodbye to the people who claimed to be my friends but never really did anyt...
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Posted by: Nolan on 01/30/2012 While researching colleges, I came across a list, from the Huffington Post, of the top 15 most popular colleges in the United States. I figured I would share it with other kids like me, getting ready to apply to schools.
1. Harvard University
2. Brigham Young Univer...
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Posted by: ahardcastle on 01/29/2012 It has officially been nine months since I began writing my teen fiction novel and though there have been many stressful moments, times where I have frustratedly ran my fingers through my hair, banged my fist on my desk out of the aggravation that accompanies writer's block, I can say that it has been exciting at the very least.
Although I am not yet finished, (I have about 50 more pages to go) I have the whole thing planned out in my head; conversations, interactions, even outfits. The h...
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Posted by: Dare2Dream on 01/23/2012 Mania
Life passes by. You can’t stop it, can’t catch it. Breath comes in short gasps, much like the seconds pulsing, quicker than the heart beat racing in your chest. Unstoppable, irreversable, every decision is life or death, every moment an ultimatum. You can’t decide; left or right, left or right. So you slam on the gas and do the unthinkable. You let go of the wheel.
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Posted by: Dare2Dream on 01/25/2012 I hate my life and everything in it.
I want to die.
But how to do it?
These thoughts run through her head as she sits and stares out a window. A window. Not hers. She thinks about death and hatred and wallows in guilt and self pity. She pulls back her fist and slams it into the glass. It shatters, slicing her hand. She doesn’t care. She can’t feel the pain. She feels no remorse over destroying someone elses property. She couldn’t care less if the world dropped dead...
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Posted by: Dare2Dream on 01/23/2012 Depression
Crushing depression. Masochistic agony. Nothing to fight for. Feeble will and foolish pride keeps you breathing. Yet, every emotion is drained. Passion is lost. What is there to be passionate for? Survival instinct kicks in, but it’s weak and hopelessness is a noteworthy oponent. You battle yourself everyday. You struggle against the confines of your own mind. Against the chains your beaten body has been bound to. You know there was once reason for the stuggle. Reason gave...
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Posted by: ahardcastle on 01/19/2012 As I sit at my cluttered desk and struggle for something interesting to say in my very first post on my very own blog, I think about what I am about to embark on. It may seem like a trivial feat; thousands and even millions of people blog every single day. I, myself am no stranger to the world of blogging; my unconventional but brilliant English teacher has us blog our homework assignments for class rather than write them. But I am still fascinated by the task at hand. Isn't it interesting to t...
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Posted by: Dare2Dream on 01/01/2012 Everyone makes decisions in life. Some are good, some are bad, but they are ultimately OUR decisions. Every step we take will lead us in a different direction and every choice has a consequence. Circumstances and those involved in them unresputably influence the choices we make, but overall common sense and self beliefs are what privvy us to certain decisions being made. We are affected in different ways by our own actions. We. As in only ourselves.
Some people (mostly those of elder gen...
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Posted by: michness on 01/10/2012 Here’s something I wish someone told me in high school: Don’t be so afraid.
I spent the night immersed in my journals from high school, specifically from my freshman and sophomore years. I cringed, I laughed, I groaned, I threw my journal on the bed and yelled, “What on earth was I thinking?!”
I had a problem. Like most teens, it involved a person I had a crush on. I was in love with this kid. I mean IN LOVE. I knew his schedule, where he lived, and what he liked. I did no...
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Posted by: rhiFTW on 01/09/2012 You look in the mirror, what do you see? What thoughts go through you're head? What is the first thing you notice, and what do you focus on the hardest or longest? Who are you even looking at? A stranger, a friend, or an enemy? But most of all, do you truly like what you see? There are three sides to all of us; A stranger, a friend and an enemy. Go ahead, take a look.
My stranger: When I am standing there, in front of the mirror, I think to myself, 'what are you trying to accomplis...
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Posted by: oorvimehta on 01/06/2012 Look at her, the ‘leader’
With her nose held up so high
Strutting past these school halls
With her superiority complex, but why?
The crowd she carries along
Like nobles to a king
Be like the tail of the dog, and
Into a higher class she shall bring
Oh yes! This is feudalism
She shall be the permanent queen
Awards status to build an entourage
Is still valid the Old Regime?
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Posted by: girlreporter on 08/25/2011 Liz's cancer story doesn't start in a hospital's white room. It starts in her bedroom. A bit childish with the pink Pottery Barn bedspread that has covered her bed since she was seven, piles of stuffed animals, and the Fisher Price dollhouse that I coveted whenever I went to her house.
We clicked pause and went back eight years each time I visited her room. From June 10, 2011 to June 10, 2003.
But not this time.
I walk into Liz's room and grin because of the room's smell...
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Posted by: tianaaa14 on 01/04/2012 My dear fellow ladies,
You are worth it. No matter your past, as a woman, you deserve to be respected by men. Firstly, decide to love yourself, and know that it is the present moment for which you were made. Moreover, trust that you are created in the likeness of the Divine, and know that you must value yourself in order to begin true healing. Wait for a gentleman, a man who encourages you to respect yourself enough to wait for that moment when you can give freely of yourself without i...
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Posted by: RLburrowss on 05/10/2009 My name is Shelby, and I am fed up with my grades. I don't understand why I have to be so slow at learning. As I think about college, I am scared that I wont have the grades that i need to get in.
I am at the point, where I am thinking about what I want to be in life. I am thinking about what college I would like to attend. And I am thinking about how in the world I will make it to college. I fear not being good enough for what I would like to be. A music teacher for an elementar...
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Posted by: sophtar on 11/01/2011 I learned a new saying today: "Don't do what you're supposed to do. Do what you need to do."
I didn't understand it. "Supposed to do" and "need to do". They sounded the same to me.
Next period at lunch, I bought my smoked turkey sandwich with a pickle on the side as usual and waved to the comical cafeteria lady, Camille. I began walking towards the circular lunch table where my friends sat expectantly. I scurried my way past the table of athletes, the table of prep...
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Posted by: ciaobella14 on 11/05/2011 Rejection is a murky puddle,
Dried out with neglect,
Letters pop out from the ground-
In- out, in- out
The fortunate avoid such sadness,
With a system much Unknown
Squandering the wanted,
With a smile- nothing more.
Pressure presents anxiety,
Slurping away Happiness
Poking at optimism-
Most un-adhered concept.
Appreciation advances simplicity
As the shadow nods His head,
Sighing with acceptance-
As thou...
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Posted by: fruittreeinwinter on 12/31/2011
Another day of 2011 has passed and I've realized that this is the last one.
There are many ways to spend this special, one-time-only-a-year day but again I've spent it at a heated home with the laptop infront of me and the television turned on to Home Alone 3. Why I tend to search the web (to get a peek into how some celebrity I could careless for spend the New Years) and watch a kid do his genius stuff to catch a bunch of idiotic burglars is a mystery t...
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Posted by: fruittreeinwinter on 12/27/2011 .
Rejection is like an vitamin pill for high schoolers,
sour but consumed each and every day.
All around us, there are many people who say
"These kids are our futures,"
"The teens are the leaders of our future society."
But these sentences are just phony cliches that public speakers use
to look like they're advocating the better worl...
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Posted by: fruittreeinwinter on 12/22/2011 I spent four years of my childhood in America.
Just as you're predicting, being a Korean student in the US definately isn't a piece of cake.
While kids from the European area can pull off the whole I'm-not-a-foreigner thing with their looks, Asian kids just stick out from the rest of the crowd without even trying.
I'm not saying that I was picked on for my different look; I'm just saying that I wasn't exactly welcomed either.
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Posted by: stephw9288 on 11/25/2011 We monotonously wonder why the “bad” befalls the good. It seems as though some are just not as lucky as others. I used to believe this and always wondered why; why are some blessed with good looks, great intelligence, and affluence and others with poverty and sadness. We pity ourselves and blame failure on bad luck. However, I have come to the conspicuous conclusion that these virtues or vices do not matter. What matters is the way in which they are handled. This seems simple enough, but it too...
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Posted by: REENA on 12/03/2011 Heroes
Who is your idol? Who is your role model, your ideal, your star? Who do you admire and respect, and look to for advice? Who is your hero?
Heroes come in many different forms. They could be as close as a family member or a friend, or as distanced as a celebrity or literary character. Heroes don’t just have to be someone popular and famous, as long as we see them as heroes and wish to be like them, and we see people as heroes because their lives model for us a positive example of...
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Posted by: TryTryAgain on 10/09/2011 "One more hug Daddy?"
I know. That’s something you'd say before he would leave on a business trip, or left for work in the morning. For me it was the words I said while forcing a smile and blinking back tears, right before I ran inside to watch my dad drive back to his new apartment.
Divorce bites. It hurts, and it rips the rug out from under you.
I know so much of my generation has been hurt by divorce, and I wrot...
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Posted by: ciaobella14 on 11/13/2011 Individuality can be a simple concept. If you have talent and manage to do something fantastic with it, such as snag a starring role in a film or publish a novel before you leave high school, then you’re an individual. If you wear rainbow striped socks that go to your knees with a black tulle skirt and a neon puffer vest, then you’re an individual. If you devour a book a day and write your own on the side instead of going clubbing, then you’re an individual. And if you have the courage to ...
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Posted by: oorvimehta on 11/13/2011 Lights, Camera, Action! Put on your formals, yes those high heels and those professional ties! 60% of you girls anyways participate for the 3 days of formal dressing, right? Who has the highest heels? Who's skirt and scarf are the classiest? Its more of an opportunity to beg your mothers to buy you Van Heusen suits and Charles and Keith stilletos, for extra- curricular educational purposes that will widen your awareness, of course. They should suit you with that plastic smile and the “Oh my Go...
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