My friend just texted me and said the principal of our school called and said she could be a peer helper. Okay, first of all, she always gets everything that I would be good at, and how did you get her to know you wanted to be one? I wanted to do that so bad, and my friend is shy, so she’ll be horrible at it. Can’t I get what I want without her getting it instead just once?
I have a big one, which I have to wear headgear for. And a week from today, I have to go to school wearing it.
I was really looking forward to going to the Warped Tour (a concert of a bunch of amazing bands) and it turns I have to go to a BBQ instead. I’m really sad because it was a bunch of bands I love. I really hate when parents plan things that I don’t care about and say I’m going.
I know we have to go to school because it’s critical for our future, but couldn’t they lighten up on the rules? I understand the no texting part, but not the “no gum†rule, the strict dress code, not being able to stand up at the lunch table, and not bring able to wear flipflops. You think we’re going to dump our gum all over the school and make our school disgusting but the only reason there’s gum under desks is because we want to get rid of the gum before we get in trouble. If there wasn’t a rule for it, the gum would either stay in our mouth or properly be disposed of in a trashcan. Now to the dress code: You leave us basically only being able to wear long skirts and turtle neck shirts. That’s a problem for everybody on a hot day. So, during lunch, I’ll stand up for a slight second and then get yelled at to sit down. The reason for this? “Somebody might push you over and crack your skull open.†Nobody pushes each other at a lunch table. Not being able to wear flipflops is pointless. Apparently it’s not safe because we could trip, fall, and scrape our knees open. Everybody wears flipflops daily! We know how to walk in them. Schools need to stop acting like we’re 2 years old and give us some freedom!
I bought my first lottery ticket last week. I spent the three days up until the actual draw daydreaming about what I was going to do with the $40 million. In my mind I actually believed I was going to win and that my whole life would be perfect. But now that the numbers have been drawn and they’re not mine I’m strangely depressed and angry at the world.
I suffer from obesity and it’s ruining my life. I’m 11 years old and just teetering on the edge of 200 pounds. The emotional pain as well as the physical pain are constantly eating at me. Every time I go to my parents saying that maybe they should consult my doctor about a diet and exercise program, they just roll their eyes and tell me that my weight isn’t an issue. Yes it is! I am 99% sure that I’ve fallen into depression (I show every sign of it in the books) because of my weight and my parents won’t do anything to help me lose weight or gain confidence. I live in NYC, so I can’t go play in my back yard, because I don’t have one. I can’t take a walk down the street because my parents won’t go with me and they won’t let me go by myself. They also won’t buy healthier food and are constantly buying junk food. Also, we’re a bit tight on cash, so we can’t afford a treadmill or something. I would have to lose about 100 pounds to have a healthy weight for my age, and how am I going to lose 100 pounds, with no parental support?
I hate it when boys act stupid. I haven’t met one boy who is actually nice, not stupid and actually gets me. I just wish I could like… I’m not sure, but I really… just, never mind, bottom line: I HATE IT WHEN BOYS ACT STUPID!
Really, guys? You’re just in it for the pleasure and we all know it. Stop being a jerk and grow up.
I went to Target today to get one of my friends a birthday present. She always says she needs lipgloss so I got her a pack of pop-flavored lip gloss. I set them on my bed and went to the kitchen and when I came back, I saw my mom with the pack ripped open and about five in her hand. I was like, “Mom! What are you doing?! Those aren’t yours! They are for my friend!†and all she said was “well, I need them, and you have a lot anyway.†Ugh! That is one of my biggest pet peeves and now I have to go get a whole other pack! I don’t even use lipgloss!
I’m 14 and my parents still tell me “don’t touch!†when we walk around glass items. And recently I was at a family party and there was a pool table with a tarp over it. My cousin (who is nine) took off the tarp and began sinking the balls. I thought I’d give it a try as well and we were having fun when someone came down and told us to stop because we’d break it. I was mad because both of us are extremely mature and we weren’t doing any harm. About an hour later all of the adults went down to play pool, while letting the youngest of all of my cousins (age 7) play. So I can’t play, because I’ll break your precious pool table, but a seven year old can? While he is scraping the felt bottom? Sorry to offend any adults, but I hate it when you think that just because I am a teenager, I want to break everything that you own!