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|Author: I Am His Name||Added: Sep 25 2000||Views/Reads: 1944/4||Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|One kid realizes that his generation is being run by a pop culture lifestyle. This is his journal. (Updated Almost Daily) Comments Welcome!|
Thursday, September 7, 2000 ďIím not even supposed to be here today!Ē Dante, Clerks I go to school and I see a lot of new faces. That girl near me, Sarah, probably from some other school just like mine, sneaks a look at me. She doesnít know I know, but I do. I wouldnít want her anyway, sheís not who I want. I got to school when my mom drove me. I had to wake up at 6:30, take a shower, get dressed and eat. When I got to school, I had to wait outside for about 20 minutes. Since I got there early. Like I said as I started, I see a lot of new faces. People Iíve never known, girls Iíve never had the pleasure to look at, seniors, security guards, teachers. All new faces to me. I also saw some of my friends in my classes, sadly, not really many good friends. Maybe just Marcus, Jake, and Chris. That will change this year. This year, I will have many friends. I will get a girlfriend, a steady one. I will get good grades. I will work hard. I walked into the school and it was more crowded than during the orientation. I went to my class. It was pretty hard finding it; the school hallways are like oversized mazes, confusing and ever-changing paths. I go to Spanish... I go to Lunch... I go to English... The Bus. The classes were like a ticking time bomb for me, every minute I was closer to detonation. Every bell, I was closer to being free. At the beginning of every class, I had to sign little cards for attendance. After that, we got to talking, I talked to some people Iíve never met. The people I meet at school, most of them, we have our time together, we see a movie or two, we hang out, we study, but thatís all. After that, I have to meet new people. I left 5th period lunch, hoping that disgusting ham wrap I ate goes down without any questions. I went into gym and they laid down the rules. Rule one, you can only wear school colors during gym. Rule two, only rubber soled sneakers. Rule three, only school regulation locks. After gym, I went to the computer room, then math class. These classes were easy to find since they were right above and under each other. I saw some more of those pretty on the outside, ugly on the inside type girls. They were chatting with those guys that did not deserve those good looks. Why is it, that appearance dictates behavior? It seems to me, that anybody that wears a lot of make-up, has big breasts, or has a good ass, gets low grades for the reason that they think they have good enough looks to get by. And they do. And the people who work hard in school only get noticed as a Ďbrainí. When will they realize that they are not special? When will they realize that they are not cool? Probably never. School was almost over and I had all of my homework assignments in my book... the final bell rang and I left the classroom. I took out my sunglasses and put them on, I walked out of the school and saw my friend John waiting outside, I offered that he come on my bus to get home and he decided against it. He said tomorrow. I walked to the bus and it was overflowing with seniors and freshmenís. I saw some pretty women that were actually smart, not rare, since women are usually more mature than girls. They seemed intelligent anyway, although they were probably seniors. I also noticed that when a pretty girl (The stupid, attracted-to-back-street-boy-type-guy kind) turns into a young women (Freshmen to Seniors) they sometimes mature, sometimes not. They seem smarter, more adult, and more realistic. As my last sentence, Iím trying to come up with something thought provoking, but I canít. Tweet
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