I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they’re here. If they like their jobs. Or us. And I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. It’s like looking at all the students and wondering who’s had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report due on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why.
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We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.
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Note to self: “I love you” does not mean “I won’t ever leave you.
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So, I guess we are who we are for alot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.
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Somebody posted these all around school, and now I know what it feels like to be proud of ones school.

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Somebody posted these all around school, and now I know what it feels like to be proud of ones school.

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