I got bored Tuesday, Oct 30 2007
Uncategorized 12:24 am
Strength Friday, Oct 26 2007
Poem 10:45 pm
What is the word
I claim to know?
I always thought
it came from muscle
I found out quickly
That I was wrong
So I went on and on
About how strength
is not showing emotion
and holding on through fights
I sooner then before knew
that I was wrong
Stength is crying even
Around people you dont know
Its leaning on someone
you need most
Its saying
“You don’t give me any say”
Strength is something
I show everyday
To Chelsea Sunday, Oct 7 2007
Uncategorized 7:13 pm
I’m sorry about the hair thing, that was more out of shock and I haven’t gotten around to getting rid of that post. I didn’t mean to say you looked like a man, like I said, more out of shock. It really hurts to lose you Chelsea because you were the first friend I made when I moved here and I don’t want to let go. I guess I don’t have a choice though. *wipes away tears* at least as my last thing I want to say I want to tell you I love you like a sister and I never meant to hurt you
Goodbye Chelsea…
Where is Jesus? Friday, Oct 5 2007
Poem 10:31 pm
I come home
To find myself all alone
And in my sorrow
These tears I cry
Where was God
when I needed him most?
Where was He?
He was right next to me
Giving me the courage to stand up
For what is just and right
And as I sit here and write
I wonder…
Is it fair
To pick on someone
Who wasn’t even there?
Do people have the right?? Friday, Oct 5 2007
Uncategorized 10:13 pm
To make fun of people behind their backs! Today I was on the bus and Kerianne was getting off and some guy had been hitting on her on the bus and he was really trying to seduce her so she ran when she got off the bus and one guy remark “Damn, look at the fat girl run!” so I got really angry and yelled at them to leave her alone because she had no way to protect or defend herself and it wasn’t funny any way so I started to get made fun of and teased and yelled at for defending her so I brought up that I knew how it felt to cry yourself to sleep and to be made fun of or harassed and one girl named Megan said something and I turned and said, “Yeah…I was bi and I was called the Bi-freak, lesbian, and weirdo…” So she starts saying things like ew gross and I start to cry cause right after I said that memories flashed in front of my eyes of the days of harassment and it hurt. Quotes like: “Bi-freak” “Why dont you send your fat girlfriend after me…” People really have no right to saw things behind peoples backs. I know what it feels like to be the one that everyone hates, and I made great friends out of it. People on my bus really need to grow up, no wait…people in my school. Its really immature to make fun of someone just because they are overly hyper, or has a disability, or just for being different in general. So what…Kerianne is overly hyper at times and shes loud and she has disabilities but shes a great friend, someone who will always be there for you and will stand up for you before herself. I am a selfless person, someone who puts others before herself…So why am I picked on so much? Because I’m unique…its just who I am!
Essay For English! Harassment Wednesday, Oct 3 2007
Uncategorized 10:07 pm
Harassment is a word that is abused, people not really knowing what it is. Harassment is to disturb persistently, torment, as with troubles or cares. Most of the time when teenagers are harassed is either sexual or to insult continuously about being different. Usually it is people who have trouble in or outside of school that harass other student to try to make themselves feel better, but usually ends up ruining the other persons whole day, possibly week and so on.
It began at the beginning of the eighth grade when I started experimenting to see who I really was and during that time I made some mistakes that ruined most of my year but helped me gain some very valuable people in my life. I left PE quite a few days in tears, names and insults being repeated in my head. Another was in choir when I left for not listening to two students who were acting like they were the teachers while my choir teacher, Mr. Behne, was with the boy’s choir at competition. Thank the Lord up above I had two of my best friends, Nita Hight and Cindy Hall, who stood up for me while I was in the hallway, bawling my eyes out. Later that day my other best friend, Victoria Jones, stood up to a girl who was going to smack her for asking a person who was involved in the choir incident what had happened.
From all the hardship I went through I learned that it’s better to be different, because even though you are picked on, it shows that someone notices that you are different. I took that knowledge and reached out to many other students who were having the same problems as me, my very special best friend whom I love like a sister one of them. I’ve shown many people that even though I was different then everyone I still can achieve greatness and be someone’s hero, even if it is just simply telling them that I am there for them. I don’t regret anything I did that lead up to the harassment or my actions during the whole issue. In fact I would like to thank anyone who did harass me because it made me stronger and gave me courage to stand up for myself. I am no longer afraid to speak in public, nor am I afraid to stand up for myself or others. Even if the world turns against me, I’ll still help people because I know I will always have at least one person who will know me because I was the person who reached out to them.
