Steryotype: Blonde's are StupidI have a friend who's blonde.
She's actually very intelligent.
Not to mention very religious, and she practices her faith everyday.
She works well in groups;
She's very friendly;
She's very social;
She can play the guitar;
People love her;
People are jealous of her.
She has a loving mother and father, her father being a very good doctor.
She is a very hardworking person; very devoted to her studying.
She skipped her sophomore year and is now a junior, and she's younger than me; I am a sophomore.
She is very thin and pretty, just like her mom.
She goes to mass daily.
This stereotype is totally off.
Just because someone has blonde hair doesn't mean they're retarded.
Yes, some jokes are funny.
But it's offensive to some people.
Like me, and other blondes.
So think before you judge.
Everyone is smart, beautiful, and have some kind of talent.
So I say this:
Reality: No matter the color of hair, skin, race, nationality, accent--everyone has the capability to be smart and succeed in life a
03. EndsI used to take her for granted; now I see that someone special can suddenly disappear for a long time. If not forever.
Ever since that day, I never felt the same. She looked so much more beautiful in the pictures of her I had at home.
I was broken; my life didn't seem to mean anything anymore. All I want now is to find her and start all over. That's the only thing that will keep me from going completely insane.
If I find her, and she's dead, my life will end. I'll just be living in a sea of regret.
Never take anyone for granted. Cherish them with all your heart. You never know when they'll get taken away from you. So make happy memories. That way, when they do get taken away, you won't have any regrets.
None of the "I wish " Just the "I'm glad we did "
02. MiddlesIt's bad enough when someone is way too nice. They're overly helpful and think everyone needs help when, in reality, they're just fine. The way I see it is that those kinds of people are blinded; they may be attempting to help someone when the person right next to them needs the most help, and they just can't see that because they're so caught up in that other person that they just don't notice.
Then there are those people who are just too darn bad. They're constantly bullying anyone who comes their way and putting other people down just to feel good. I understand that they might have family members at home whom they can't lash out to because they're scared and they lash out at people at school to lessen their anger. Those kinds of people need serious help.
As for me, I'm in the middle of it all. You need help? Alright, I'll help you. And if you don't ask for help but I notice you're acting different then usual, you can count on me coming over there and asking if you need anythi
You're BeautifulIt's not about the looks,
It's not about the body.
It's all about the way you act,
And your beautiful personality.
01. BeginningsMy parents are arguing again. I can hear them from downstairs as I lie in my bed. They're shouting and insulting each other, when it goes quiet all of a sudden. I sighed and turned over on my stomach and closed my eyes, hoping I'd fall asleep before they started yelling again.
"I hate fighting with you!" I heard my mom say. My dad was quiet and, being curious and unable to sleep, I slipped out of bed and walked quietly downstairs.
Halfway down the stairs, I saw them standing there my mom with her back to my dad rubbing her forehead, and my dad standing there awkwardly. "Just let me explain. Our son Eric will- " My dad started, but my mom wouldn't hear it, and she started to storm upstairs. Before I could see my dad's reaction, I raced back up to my room and got in bed, closing my eyes just as my mom walked by. She obviously hadn't noticed I had heard them arguing.
Here I am, barely twelve years old, and now my parents are divorced. I'm moving to Mexicali to start a new life with m
It's Not OverLife's been rough so far;
It's forced us to go through sorrow,
It's left us with many scars,
But remember what's on the morrow.
Tomorrow brings a new day;
A chance to make it great,
Is something you shouldn't turn away;
It's not too late.
It's not the time to be crying,
But the time to be joyous;
No one wants to see tears of the ones who are emotionally dying,
But the smiles of the wondrous.
Keep fighting the good fight,
And get yourself out of the gutter;
It's the time to strike a match and upon the candle wick ignite,
And to spread your wings and flutter.