November 2011
October 2011
Tonight, I watched the boy I kinda like make out with a girl.
God, life is…so predictable.
Ugh.
and now he’s texting me.
double ugh.
A teacher in New York was teaching her class about bullying and gave them the following exercise to perform. She had the children take a piece of paper and told them to crumple it up, stamp on it and really mess it up but do not rip it. Then she had them unfold the paper, smooth it out and look at how scarred and dirty it was. She then told them to tell it they’re sorry. Now even though they said ...they were sorry and tried to fix the paper, she pointed out all the scars they left behind. And that those scars will never go away no matter how hard they tried to fix it. That is what happens when a child bully’s another child, they may say they’re sorry but the scars are there forever. The looks on the faces of the children in the classroom told her the message hit home. Pass it on
The one time I open Tumblr in class, not only is the first image gay porn, but its a gif…
And then my browser freezes.
What is my life?
