In English, we do things a little different if you haven’t noticed. We don’t have the typical English class feel and we don’t do the things how other teachers do things. We do things Theriault style. We have innovation projects, Twitter chats, blogs, Brain Fuel, and BRAWLs. We go in to class every day having no idea what to expect or if we’ll be doing anything school related that day. It can be pretty awesome. This is one of those things we do that is nothing like you’ve ever seen before. This is the BRAWL.
Bad things happen to good people. There’s no warning, nothing. Things just happen. Too many people are lost in our lifetimes that shouldn’t be gone. Over this past year, it seems that the lives of people close to us are being ripped away. But death happens everywhere. We think we have our entire lives ahead of us. “We’re young, we have time left.” But life doesn’t work that way. Your life can be ended in an instant. It doesn’t take very much to kill us; we’re not invincible. We don’t have a shield of protection. We’re mortal.
I never understand why people become so jealous that they feel the need to bring others down. It’s okay to be jealous, but to a certain extent. You could want what someone else has, whether it’s a tangible thing or a state of being. You’re jealous that the spoiled girl in your class got a brand new car for her birthday, for instance, or her super attractive boyfriend. Or maybe you’re jealous that the person you can’t stand seems to be happy when you aren’t feeling very positive.
The most common sentence you’ll hear a teenager say to their parent about school is, “You don’t understand.” And it’s completely true. Adults don’t know everything. They may think they do, or act like they have all the knowledge in the world, but they don’t. I’m tired of them saying that they would rather go to school every day than work. Yes, school can be fun and enjoyable, but that’s only at the elementary level, where you spent hours painting and playing house, with occasional lessons on the ABCs. High school is another story.
“You can’t judge an apple by looking at the tree,
You can’t judge honey by looking at the bee,
You can’t judge a daughter by looking at the mother,