Dear Journal:
Being a teenager can be very difficult sometimes. There’s so much to worry about, getting good grades, pleasing your parents and your future. Back in the days of Romeo and Juliet all you had to worry about was getting married to someone rich to take care of you and you’re future, at least if you were a girl. Juliet had it simple, because her parents were likely to choose someone for her to marry and it would all be taken care of, simple and easy but not so much anymore. Now I find myself worrying about how well I’m doing in school because I need to get good grade s to be able to actually go somewhere in my life. And school is a lot more difficult than it used to be. Juliet wouldn’t have even had to go to school but me I got to school five days a week for ten months of the year. Sometimes it’s so hard to get out of bed and go to school because your bed is the comfiest place in the world and it’s so nice outside and you just really don’t want to go sit in a classroom for 7 hours where it’s cold and dry. Then there’s love, what to even say about love? It can be the most difficult part of your day or it can be the highlight. It all depends on what happens and how you’re able to react to the situation. It’s like in Romeo and Juliet all the feelings are new and you’re not really sure what to think or what others will think. Should you expect support or to be on your own? From my experience your own people don’t know how to support you or just don’t like the other person. Like how the Montague’s and Capulet’s have this feud going and they don’t even know what it’s for. With my some friends it seems to be that they’ll just hate the guy I like without ever even talking to him or even being introduced to him. It’s like she’s a Montague and he’s a Capulet. That’s some of the reasons why I find being a teenager so difficult, this is supposed to be the best times but really they’re just difficult and full of hard decisions.
Chelsea Dawson
Dear Journal:
I’ve been thinking lately and I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ve never made any really bad decisions in my life. Don’t get me wrong I have made some bad decisions that I regret for example saying I wasn’t mad when my best friend Andie broke off one of my favourite Barbie’s heads and I said I wasn’t mad. Then when she apologized and offered me one her Barbies and I said, “No,” I really wished I had said yes because I could have had that one more Barbie to play with and it was my favourites. But even though I’ve done little things like my example I’ve done anything really crazy like Romeo and Juliet. I’ve never decided to kill myself or fake my death for someone and I’ve never really gone against my parent s by being with someone they can’t stand. But if did have to choose one terrible decision that I’ve made I would have to say it was deciding to go sledding on a cafeteria tray when there was almost an equal amount of snow as there was dirt. I was at the top of the hill grabbing on to Taylor who was on her own tray and sitting in front of me. Off we went down the extremely steep and dirt covered CUC hill. I’m not really sure how it all happened but I ended up falling off my tray, unsurprisingly, and get my face caught between Taylors back and the ground. We had gone a couple ten metres or so and through at least one large dirt patch before I finally got loose and went roweling down a little father. My face was burning and covered in dirt. We got back to the top of the hill and I asked Taylor, ‘Is my face bleeding?’” She said no. My face was still burning and I remember this lady driving by and asking “Are you alright?” We replied yes of course but inside I was starting to freak out inside, I had kept touching my face and was pretty certain that it was bleeding. Taylor’s dad finally got there and took me home he was pretty concerned, more concerned than Taylor who was supposed to be one of my good friends. When I got home my mom had a little heart attack and washed my face a million times and yet the cuts were still filled with dirt and the pain was horrid. When I looked at my face in the mirror I’m pretty sure my jaw dropped to the floor. It was beaten up pretty badly, there ended up being a large cut along my nose, a few scratches across my left cheek and my forehead was covered in scratches and my left eye was so swollen I could barely see out of it a few days later. As a result of this decision I know have a scar on my nose, and even though my mom insists it’s not there I can see it quite plainly, and I have a little fear of sledding. Whenever we went crazy carpeting in grade eight, the year my accident occurred, I refused to go sledding because I didn’t want anything to happen again. Even now when I get brave enough to go down the hill I still get a little scared and hope that nothing like that ever happens again.
Chelsea Dawson
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