May I have this rant? I think, YES!

I will normally make an attempt to avoid sounding like I know everything about everything ,and that people have to do exactly what I say, but at sometimes, I honestly think that I'm right and you're wrong; that simple! Which know leads me to say.......

Why do people always have to do things that bug the crap out of me! Why? Why? Why!

  Yes, I know what I sound like, I sound like some psychotic chick on a rampage. Which is kind of sort of what I am at this moment, but not exactly (sorry if I'm losing you). I am simply annoyed that people think so highly of themselves, and think that everyone else is below their rank. It's just that I don't get it, what is with people! Ugh, deep breaths and I will continue calmly.

 Okay, I'm ready now.

  So, you may be asking yourself "Why in the world is this seemingly normally, relatively calm girl having a spaz attack about all this stuff?" Well I will now proceed by telling you the chain of events that lead to my "psychotic break"; so nicely titled by my friends.

  It all started on Tuesday, I was sitting there in my geography class when a bunch of pages flew straight into my face. It didn't bother me much, because I'm now used to it; me having to sit in the front row of the class with a semi-wacky teacher who an occasion squirts me with water, when I don't answer his questions or when he thinks I'm tired. I was okay through the rest of the day until my last class rolled around.

 Let's just say that I don't like certain people in that class that I really don’t like, but I try my hardest to be nice to these people no matter how much I despise them. For now they will be left anonymous. So, these people really just don't know when to shut it! Come on people we go to school to learn. Not so I can hear about who's going out with whom, and what all the cool kids are doing! I was kind of frustrated with them, but still just went on trying to ignore them; just as I’ve done for almost all my life.

 On Wednesday I was just plain old tired. I enjoyed my math class; I happen to love math (no I mean it, no sarcasm intended)! Then, I was off on a field trip; mini golf, oh the joys! I'm not the best golfer, by saying that I mean; I suck! Not a single hole in one, I actually ended up having the lowest score in the class, but, I really didn't care. I'm the kind of person who just blows it off, and laughs about it later. Others, you might say cared a lot more about it than I did.

 Someone even went as far as to clog a Tiki thing so you couldn't lose on that round. Then our teacher got all mad and threatened us with a whole period of warm-ups, unless someone confessed to having done it. I don't really think anyone confessed to it, but we were saved by having a sub the next day. But, that is a tale that will be saved for a later day. Next came terrible Thursday (sorry I don't mean for this to sound like that Rebecca Black song, where I teach you the days of the week, this is simply meant to help you follow the chain of events.)

 The day started off just fine I even forgot about what had happened earlier that week, I had all my homework done, and had gotten a good night sleep. I was just so ready to take charge of the day. When yet again, came my last class period; filled with the same annoying people with the same disrespect for the teacher, and the same annoying stories that I’d already heard hundreds of times before. That was when I finally snapped. “WILL YOU JUST SHUT IT ALREADY? SHE'S TRYING TO TEACH US SOMETHING HERE!" Which is when everyone stopped laughing... You'd think I won this disagreement, but I didn't.

 Instead of feeling all triumphant inside, and everyone doing as I said, they started to laugh. Again. Yes, they laughed and they laughed. At the end of my class I had successfully earned the nickname “Mother", because when I yell at them I sound like a mom. Yes, everyone took a laugh at my expense, and I felt like crap. So now I am no longer (insert my name here), I am now and forever “Mother".

 Well, I'd like to write more, but this rant is already a lot longer than I had originally planned .So until next time,

 Drop of water.

I'm not really sure what to name this. So for now...yeah I've got nothing

 Yeah,Well........ Um, I'm not quiet sure....

You can probably tell that I'm a little lost, about what I'm supposed to write on this here lovely blog of mine. So, in order to help myself become INSPIRED,( yeah right it only made more lost) I went about and searched the old Honors English blogs and came across my sisters' old blog.

I'm not completely sure if this is against the rules or something, but I'm going to do it anyways( yeah, you know it I'm a hard core rebel!). So,here is a small piece of writing from her blog.

"Right and then there are those people who used to be your friends and now you don't even say "Hey" nor "Hi" to each other or even notice their presence. And if you do say Hi there's an awkward feeling and some slight tension may occur. But its sad to see how some of your so called "friends" had a different set of mind when becoming mega sport stars, drama queens, cheerleaders, and sometimes just decided to even change the fact that they didn't think you were cool enough for them. I know this sounds really random coming from someone like me but anyways just be nice to everyone around you since you don't really ever know who your friends will end up being".

Well this small part of her writing is what I will be writing/ typing about today.

I think I know exactly what my sister felt like when she typed those word, because lately that is EXACTLY how I've been feeling. I understand that people change, and move on to higher ground (by that I mean climbing higher in the the social ladder), but what I really don't understand is why people have to leave things behind to get to a so called "better place". Which is why I like that saying that says " Friends come and go, but only the best ones stay forever". It kind of makes me think that maybe I wasn't the best person for them to be around at the time, but I really do hope, that I was a good enough person that they remember who I am and what I stand for, and that if they ever do need me even we aren't the best of friends (or friends at all) I'll still be there in case they do need me. Which now brings me to my next point.

Being a good person. Yes I know everyone is always saying " ( Insert name here) you need to be a better person. You have to learn to be nice!", Yes, I get this frequently from my mother or actually at times from myself; on occasion I think to myself " Jeez, should I really have said that to that person?" or " Did that really help either of us at all?"

I once had a lesson at church that got me thinking if I was really being a good person, or if I was just fooling myself. Which then lead me to thinking more about the way I react to the people around me. My mom once told me that I should think about what I was going to do before I did it. She told me a few steps that might help.

1. Why is it you're doing what you're doing?
2. Is this going to help you or the other person, or will it just hold you back?
3.Is it really worth the trouble?
4. Would you like it if someone did it to you?

Those are the things I normally think about before I decided to make any choices that might affect people other than myself, that I'm not quite sure about. And it seems a as if I've gone over my 500 words.

Until next time,
 Drop of Water

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