.Thursday, October 19, 2006 ' 10:10 pm Y
Frankly, I see no point in scolding and lecturing (or literally murdering) our juniors so harshly. How would they respond? Just a few days of following your words and later,
POOF!, they'll be back to normal again, by not doing what they're expected to do. Well, I admit that yes, I do scold my juniors in the past but come to think of it, it's just stupid sometimes. Firstly, I've (or should I say, most of us) experienced scoldings & lecturings from my seniors before. Felt so pissed off. So yes, I bet my juniors will feel pissed off if they're being scolded. (Like, who wouldn't?) Secondly, they're just around our age, we're no older than them, I'll feel bad scolding them, and let's just say our juniors are new to the system. If we scold them, they might just rebel against us, like how I did towards my seniors in the past. (HAHA!) And thirdly, they need their pride. Though I admit sometimes they DO DESERVE to get scoldings, but when I come to think of it, they might hate what they're doing now, & how they're being treated by us, horrible seniors, which might hurt their self-esteem. So, I
think the best way is to be strict and firm and respect their pride and dignity. Scoldings won't do any better.
(Sometimes, I don't really understand you. You bitch with another person about the girl you don't like then bitch about that person with the girl whom you don't like.)Oh well. I'm helping out with the decorations for this year's prom tomorrow when it's supposed to be 'Promotion Day' and need not go to school. Hope it goes well. (: Goodbye.
If I could open my arms and span the length of the isle of Manhattan,
I'd bring it to where you are, making a lake of the East River and Hudson,
If I could open my mouth wide enough for a marching band to march out, they would make your name sing, and bend though allys and bounce off all the buildings,
I wish we could open our eyes to see in all directions at the same time,
Oh what a beautiful view, if you were never aware of what was around you,
And it is true what you say, that I live like a hermit in my own head,
But when the sun shines again, I'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in,
Sorrow drips into your heart though a pinhole, just like a faucet that leaks, and there is comfort in the sound,
But while you debate 'Half empty or half full,' it slowly rises, your love is gonna drown
Your love is gonna drown
Your love is gonna
