June 7, 2010
You could say that I am odd, weird, or wired on some kind of drug, but in reallity, I don't need any kind of chemical in my body to apreciate the odd things that most people don't notice. I have sat and watched ants build their home while waiting for my ride home from school. I have laid on the ground and watched grass grow. If you think that is hobbies of a crazy person, then I am crazy. I am crazy and I don't mind admitting it. If anything I would rather be crazy. In this world, if your crazy, you are who you are ment to be. Only people who can run around, not see what GOOD is going on in this world, are consitered "normal". Why the hell would I want to be normal. Normal for my age is not careing about what your parents say, drinking and smoking and haveing every form of sex imaginalble. I am NOT that, I could NEVER be that, I would never WANT to be that. The meer thought of drinking gives me a headache, just the smell of someone smoking any kind of anything (not including smoked food) makes me want to vomit, and I am saving myself for somthing better then some guy who would walk out on me because he doesn't have respect for anyone like a teenage boy would.
So I am an odd 16 year old girl who sees things in a diffrent light, in a diffrent color, and refuses to believe that american literature must show a loss of the American Dream. If it was gone, then what the hell is the military still fighting for? And if it is really gone how can we get it back?
-Gretchen Kahl
Chapter One
First day back, D-Day in terms of Highschool, for me and the rest of my upper-middle class High School. Showing up at 7:00 a.m. because even on the first day, you have to be their for zero hour Marching Band and stay until second hour starts. People really look at you funny when you keep refering to second hour as first and so on. If only they knew I wasn't the only one, that the group they elected to represent their class were all band nerds like me, they might not look down on me so much.
The morning classes blow by faster then they have in previous years. I find myself searching for a friendly face amongst the sea of students hopeing my friends got the same lunch as me
You could say that I am odd, weird, or wired on some kind of drug, but in reallity, I don't need any kind of chemical in my body to apreciate the odd things that most people don't notice. I have sat and watched ants build their home while waiting for my ride home from school. I have laid on the ground and watched grass grow. If you think that is hobbies of a crazy person, then I am crazy. I am crazy and I don't mind admitting it. If anything I would rather be crazy. In this world, if your crazy, you are who you are ment to be. Only people who can run around, not see what GOOD is going on in this world, are consitered "normal". Why the hell would I want to be normal. Normal for my age is not careing about what your parents say, drinking and smoking and haveing every form of sex imaginalble. I am NOT that, I could NEVER be that, I would never WANT to be that. The meer thought of drinking gives me a headache, just the smell of someone smoking any kind of anything (not including smoked food) makes me want to vomit, and I am saving myself for somthing better then some guy who would walk out on me because he doesn't have respect for anyone like a teenage boy would.
So I am an odd 16 year old girl who sees things in a diffrent light, in a diffrent color, and refuses to believe that american literature must show a loss of the American Dream. If it was gone, then what the hell is the military still fighting for? And if it is really gone how can we get it back?
-Gretchen Kahl
Chapter One
First day back, D-Day in terms of Highschool, for me and the rest of my upper-middle class High School. Showing up at 7:00 a.m. because even on the first day, you have to be their for zero hour Marching Band and stay until second hour starts. People really look at you funny when you keep refering to second hour as first and so on. If only they knew I wasn't the only one, that the group they elected to represent their class were all band nerds like me, they might not look down on me so much.
The morning classes blow by faster then they have in previous years. I find myself searching for a friendly face amongst the sea of students hopeing my friends got the same lunch as me
