Man, today was the last day of school, and we were only there for two hours. Do they honestly think that we can get all of our goodbyes done in just two hours? That's bullshit. But anyway, everyone was crying. And I mean EVERYONE. Well, at least all of the eighth grade girls. Excluding me, although I was going to, but I had to hold it in. That's just the way it is when most of your friends are guys. But now, I am honestly, and completely depressed. I'm so mad that I didn't get hugs from some people, and that I didn't get to say goodbye to some people. Sometimes, I just wish that time would slow down a little; help you make some more memories, and good times with the people that you love. If I could, I would go back to the very first day of school, just so that I could have more time with those people. I would go back to that awkward girl that I was, that had only a few friends from the previous year and my neighborhood. I would go through all of the drama, the fights, the boyfriends and break-ups, the presentations, the projects, and all of the confusion of finding out who I am, just so that I could have some more time.
I don't understand why most people my age can't wait to grow up; for time to pass. Why would you want your life to end faster than it has to? My guess is that they want to prove themselves; want to feel mature and free. They want to be successful, money earning adults who can (so they think) go out whenever they want.
I want to go back to the simpler times, when it didn't matter if you were gay, straight, black, white, latino, asian, Catholic, Jewish, or anything in between. All that mattered was whether or not you were willing to make friends.

I have no regrets. If I could go back, I would do nothing different, because I think that what I did then, is what makes me who I am today. And I'm happy with who I am. Everything was completely worth it in the end.

(You know, talking about all of this makes me think of the song Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) by Green Day. It's probably the most touching song they have ever made, in my opinion.)

Last marking period at my school, my teacher, Mr. Trego, had us write to a company that we like saying why we like it and all that good stuff . But anyway, he had us actually mail them out and see if we got a response or anything . I decided that I would write to Skelanimals . You know, the whole 'Dead Animals Need Love Too' thing ? Well anyway, I wrote to them . I said things like how I love their stuffed animals, and I talked about how I didn't have any of them, and I named some of my favorites, and all that jazz . So today, during my third block, which was Social Studies, the office called down for me . And of course, my social studies teacher, Mr. Delussey, was all like 'Oooh, Valerie, what did you do ?' and, of course, I was blushing like mad, and I said that I didn't know, 'cause I'm a bit of a goody good in school ( Now anyway .) . So when I got there, I saw Mr. Trego with a box and a stack of envelopes . By this point, I'm blushing even more, and I'm nervous as hell, 'cause I thought that he was gonna talk to me about how I failed his class last marking period, and he's also one of the teacher's that snitched on me when I stabbed this kid in the shoulder with a pencil in the hallway last year, but that's a whole nother story . So then I actually walked into the office, and he turned to me and told me to come out into the hall with him . When we got out there, he was all like, 'Do you know why you're here ?' , 'You should know why .' , 'You do too know what you did .' and so on and so forth . I was freaking out . I was just like, what the fuck did I do this time ? So then he's just like, 'I'm just kidding . Here, this is for you, open it now, I wanna see what's inside .' he handed me the package, and we walked back into the office where I could sit down to open it easier . Now, I'm relieved, 'cause my mom would kill me if I got suspended again, and if I did, I wouldn't be able to go to the end of the year trip to Six Flags . So by then I had figured out that it was Skelanimals getting back to me on that letter, so I got super duper excited and opened it as fast as I could . And there, in all of it's hot pink, bubble wrapped glory, was my new Skelanimal bat, Lovestruck edition . I named him Frank . :)

A few months back, I was on youtube, and I was watching the video 'Emo/Scene Kids Suck' just because I thought it would be interesting . As it turns out, I was extremely offended by the video . Not that I'm the so called 'emo' or 'scene' kid, but most people would consider me exactly that . The girl had talked about many of the 'annoying' things that they do . For example; she said that she couldn't stand the way that they took their pictures; always holding the camera up above their head and to the side . I personally sometimes will take my pictures from that angle, just because I like the effect of it .
Anyways, I saw a comment on there that was agreeing with the girl on the video . So I decided to reply to that person; I asked if they truly didn't like people like that, and they said yes . When I asked why, they responded: 'They're people with big, annoying hair and weird opinions .' By that point, I felt really sad that people were so materialistic and small minded, that they would dislike people for their hair's appearance and their opinions . When I had responded back, I said something along the lines of: 'Would it be better for you if they were like everybody else like you?' And in turn, they had said 'yes .'
But not only did I get a reply from the original person that I was talking to, but somebody else decided to butt in on our conversation . And they decided to- what they would consider- tell me off .
What they had said was; ' Oh my mother fucking God . Shut the fuck up and go put on some more eyeliner you emo fag .'
So, just because I had decided to understand exactly why that person is prejudice against 'emo' and 'scene' kids, some random third party person decides to get pissed off at me and call me an 'emo fag' . That's great . It truly is .
By now, I'm sad, pissed off, offended, and I feel like I was just trampled over by a huge crowd of joggers . It really made me think though; will our world ever be at peace ? Will we ever feel that we are all people, and that we all deserve a chance before we're judged ? And will this war between 'emos', 'goths', 'scene kids', 'punks' skaters, and preps and jocks ever end ? I personally haven't experienced this kind of prejudice too often, but when you do, it really hurts . So stop the hate and spread the love ! :) Think about what you say before you say it, because you could truly be hurting someone .