School.
A bundle of laughs for the bitches in the back row, hell for the one at the front, who can hear every single rude remark that's being made about them. That person could be anyone. The class nerd, emo, the one that's not as intelligent as most, anyone that's different from the rest of the crowd, whether it be to do with interests, sexuality, weight, height, appearence etc. They're not always classified as 'different'. Sometimes it's just because someone doesn't want to be Друзья with a bully, someone who wants to stand their ground and make Друзья with good people. Like me.
So how come, the ruder Ты are, the happier school life is? That seems to be the way anyway. Sure, the harder Ты work in school, Ты еще Ты get out of it, but lessons are only half of it. Some victims of bullying have to go through torture every day. Some spend break time and lunch alone, trying to find a place to hide. Then there's the dreaded moment when you're told to get into pairs in the lesson, and some сука makes a fuss because they've ended up with you. Not all do, some of Друзья around them, but a lot do.
Of course, the school isn't divided into two lots, bullies and victims. There's always groups of friends, who do their best to stay out of the situation, but nearly always, they're on the side of the bully, because otherwise they'll be a victim. What I wish though, was that everyone would just turn on that group of bullies. If everyone did, then they would have no power whatsoever, and maybe bullying wouldn't be such a problem.
It happens to me. I'm ok, I have friends, they're not always around in my lessons, but they're there. I've learnt to stick up for myself, not let them walk over me. They still snigger behind my back, make comments, but I've learnt to not let it get to me, because they're not worth it. I feel for those kids so much though, that sit there alone, praying for someone to look up and notice that you're alive. It hurts, and I just wish that those bullies realized how much it hurts. Maybe they do realize, they just don't care.
Yes, for some it's just sitting behind a desk, texting, giggling. But for others, it's a nightmare, something they dread every day. Those are the people that usually haven't done anything wrong. They weren't as sociable, as 'pretty' (more like slutty) as everyone else. So therefore, they got picked as class loner.
So how can Ты say to these people that school days are the best days of Ты life?
A bundle of laughs for the bitches in the back row, hell for the one at the front, who can hear every single rude remark that's being made about them. That person could be anyone. The class nerd, emo, the one that's not as intelligent as most, anyone that's different from the rest of the crowd, whether it be to do with interests, sexuality, weight, height, appearence etc. They're not always classified as 'different'. Sometimes it's just because someone doesn't want to be Друзья with a bully, someone who wants to stand their ground and make Друзья with good people. Like me.
So how come, the ruder Ты are, the happier school life is? That seems to be the way anyway. Sure, the harder Ты work in school, Ты еще Ты get out of it, but lessons are only half of it. Some victims of bullying have to go through torture every day. Some spend break time and lunch alone, trying to find a place to hide. Then there's the dreaded moment when you're told to get into pairs in the lesson, and some сука makes a fuss because they've ended up with you. Not all do, some of Друзья around them, but a lot do.
Of course, the school isn't divided into two lots, bullies and victims. There's always groups of friends, who do their best to stay out of the situation, but nearly always, they're on the side of the bully, because otherwise they'll be a victim. What I wish though, was that everyone would just turn on that group of bullies. If everyone did, then they would have no power whatsoever, and maybe bullying wouldn't be such a problem.
It happens to me. I'm ok, I have friends, they're not always around in my lessons, but they're there. I've learnt to stick up for myself, not let them walk over me. They still snigger behind my back, make comments, but I've learnt to not let it get to me, because they're not worth it. I feel for those kids so much though, that sit there alone, praying for someone to look up and notice that you're alive. It hurts, and I just wish that those bullies realized how much it hurts. Maybe they do realize, they just don't care.
Yes, for some it's just sitting behind a desk, texting, giggling. But for others, it's a nightmare, something they dread every day. Those are the people that usually haven't done anything wrong. They weren't as sociable, as 'pretty' (more like slutty) as everyone else. So therefore, they got picked as class loner.
So how can Ты say to these people that school days are the best days of Ты life?
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We are your heroes.
If Ты Присоединиться us,you pledge yourself worthy.Worthy to protect every single living species.Even if it costs your life.
Once your in your in ...and there's no gettig out. Our secrets are sacred,our discoveries valuable. We hold the key to things that,to the human eye are unreal. But to us their not because we know the truth. And so will you.
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I never understood my hometown. It's always changing. Crime is high, pigeons fly, and it's basically impossible to not pass something that's been vandalized.
One sad thing is, I never met my father. My mother always told me he ran off when I was an infant. I never got all that good of an education, because my teachers never teach. My mother isn't around much anymore. She doesn't even call me. I wish everything would change. Before my father ever ran off.
I wonder what he's doing right now. He probably also does vandalism. Maybe he's found a hobby. Maybe he's going through therapy. Ты can never know what someone is doing when Ты don't have sight of them.
Right now I'm in a pharmacy, and I always wonder: what people have when they walk in here. It could be anything from a cold, to rare and chronic diseases.
One sad thing is, I never met my father. My mother always told me he ran off when I was an infant. I never got all that good of an education, because my teachers never teach. My mother isn't around much anymore. She doesn't even call me. I wish everything would change. Before my father ever ran off.
I wonder what he's doing right now. He probably also does vandalism. Maybe he's found a hobby. Maybe he's going through therapy. Ты can never know what someone is doing when Ты don't have sight of them.
Right now I'm in a pharmacy, and I always wonder: what people have when they walk in here. It could be anything from a cold, to rare and chronic diseases.
