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So this is my first blog ever... But I made it because I just feel like typing this... But I have opinions, and I'm sure you do too... Which is probably why I'm making this.

So, most of us go to school on a daily basis, whether it be at home, a private school, or a public school. I for one go to a public school... Nothing wrong with that... Except for the people...

So, maybe I'm not like everyone else... I'm goth/scene. More scene than anything. But is there something wrong with that? People seem to think. I wore a pink/coral coloured shirt today; it was long-sleeved. I wore my Avril Lavigne hoodie with like french sleeves. So, it didn't look bad. But, here I go, to school with 'pink' and people all of a sudden have to talk about it... They think it's some kind of miracle that I wore "something other than black"!

Either way, that's them.

"A heart is like glass; so easily broken. So fragile" my friend Timothy wrote. He was adding to my poem. But, if there's one thing I've learned... is that he's so right. I've been in "relationships", and everytime I broke up with him, or visa versa, it's never bothered me... But now, that my brother's gone, I feel the pain of it. Like, sadness.
My brother is a Marine. Currently, he's somewhere on a Naval ship, in the Meditarranian(sp?), and sometimes I worry for him. Other's, I'm so confident I could come off as cocky. But, is there truely reason for war? Is there something that posesses us, tells us that we must fight each other, for what seems to be, sometimes, an unknown purpose? It confuses me... Which is why my friend Mickey and I like the saying "Make muffins. Not war." or "Stoppin' war one muffin at a time.!" In fact, that was an art project we did.

Which brings me to: If an art teacher knows that students talk, and sometimes can be annoying, why yell at the hard worker, when in fact, she never gets to work?
That happened with my art teacher. He was getting on me about working, which I was. We're making cardboard and paper maché sculptures. Now, I, being a lefty/south paw, whatever you call it, find it hard to cut carboard with right-handed scissors. It's just frustrating. So, I get yelled at, every other day. Also, my friend (mickey) will do something, and have to tell you about it, every second. And if you say "not now" or just don't look, she'll poke you.
So, yesterday, my art teacher says "Simone, you need to get to work!" so I calmly, near the end of class, go over to him, and say "I need to talk to you." and he ignores me. I'm not mad. I had to yell at my teacher, and bring up a ton of points, just to get the message across. And I finished with "... and tell me to go in the hall, or sit in a corner, but you will not be telling me that again, when in fact, I'm purely being annoyed, and joked with, and frustrated by you and everyone else in this class. That's why I'm not doing what you want!" he got the point, and walked away.

And that is the end of my blog.

Thank you, if you read this. You just looked into the life of Ƨimone