I have like five secrets. Five secrets that would not be so bad if they got out, but five secrets nonetheless. My main problem with them is that I doubt people would understand them, or they would misinterpret them.
This girl in my English class raised her hand to answer a question, and our teacher called on her to answer. I listened to her and noticed that she said “like” about a million times. This doesn’t bother me, since I probably do it too. Plus, the girl is kind and fairly friendly, and despite her vocabulary, she often has rather direct points to make during that class. Just, my awareness of that sort of thing turns on and off sometimes, and my brain just picks out the junk words and throws them away so I get the gist of what people are saying, or what they mean to say. This is a bad thing. I need to listen to what people are saying.
I actually do not think that I say “like” that much, because when I say something during class, it is normally fairly well premeditated. As in, I have to plan out exactly what I will say and how I will say it. I just wonder if I do it during everyday conversation. I don’t know.
Here is something muy importante that I must bring to your attention. The Day of Silence 2008 is on April 25th. I participated last year and, for the most part, succeeded. At the very least, I spread the message. If you do not know what the Day of Silence is, then I shall inform your unfortunately uninformed mind.
All around the country, and even all around the world, people are ridiculed on a daily basis if they choose to express their sexual orientations or their true genders. You have heard it at school–someone calls someone else “gay” or a “total faggot” for doing something stupid. Ahh, “gay” is not synonymous with “stupid.” Does that attitude, though, really give homosexuals and transgenders a safe haven to express themselves?
If you have read my blog before, you are probably aware that I am a staunch supporter of gay rights, et cetera, and that I am quite the pacifist. If you are mighty conservative and you are ready to close this window or tab because you hate and strongly disagree with me, just wait one moment and read the next paragraph.
As much as I would like for this to be the case, the Day of Silence is not a day promoting gay rights. It is simply a day to promote the end of bullying and discrimination. Specifically, I suppose, or primarily, discrimination of those of the gay or lesbian orientation and transexuals and transvestites, as well. What child deserves to be made fun of for self-expression? In fact, what person–regardless of age–deserves discrimination? And who wants it?
The kids at my new school are not only uber-conservative when it comes to gay rights, but they also discriminate against the comparatively poor kids (especially compared to West End/Short Pump kids), who are commonly referred to as “Dirties.” This is fucking ridiculous. I mean, the term “Dirty” mainly refers to poor kids, but they also use it to refer to girls who are shady and stereotyped as slutty, stereotypical rednecks, fat kids, and ugly people. It’s messed up. I mean, there were cliques at my old school, but you’ve never seen the social class barriers like this before. Unless, of course, you are a Brontë and/or you grew up in England.
In Richmond, poorer kids did hang out with richer kids, and it was no big deal. My family, for example, was the one on the brink of divorce. I now know kids who don’t have a mom in their lives, or whose dads are in jail. I had a smaller house than most of my middle school friends did–but it was a mansion compared to our new house. I woke up to fighting every morning and fell asleep to it every night. And money was stretched so goddamn thin. I guess my mom accuses me of not knowing our financial situation, but it was bad enough that I felt guilty when I needed money for something like a new reed or a new backpack. Nowadays, I imagine it’s even tighter, because I don’t ask for anything anymore. Not clothes, I guess, because the temptation isn’t here. I’ve been doing the French thing about collecting some versatile pieces, plus, I don’t shop anymore because I can make things. And I use the Hype Machine and blogs for music. I don’t wear much makeup anymore, and my social life is cheap and within walking distance. Haircuts are unnecessary and I have not been to any sort of doctor in about a year. For all I know, I could have gained ten pounds since I moved here (I’m lying–I would know).
Whatever, though. My system of evalation is simply eyebrows. I do not have the best eyebrows, as they are asymmetrical. I am currently attempting to grow them in a bit in certain places so that they are slightly fuller, especially on the outside ends, so that I can perhaps tame them better. I am just kidding about that being my system of evaluation, by the by. If I rated myself on my eyebrows, I don’t think I would score all too high. I can just appreciate a nice pair of brows.
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