Just normal people

After my last blog I reflected on it and found out something painfully simple that I didn't see before. The people I whined about- that's it. They're just people. I can't expect them to be better than that. I know that I'm not.
Anyway, some friends and I were playing touch and a boy in my class wanted to play. We let him and this awful boy (also in my class) called him a trans for playing with some girls. I told the teacher this and she chucked a mental, which I thing was good for the boy. He often sweared at, to, or around people with caused some discomfort around the class. I wrote the teacher an anonymous letter, which I thought was the best way to handle the situation.
Bee

School and complaints fit hand in hand

How do I describe myself to people who either don't know me or are very close to me. Well. at school I come off as the werid kid. I attend a school where I know nobody but my sibling. It's sad how people can just judge you without knowing who you are. I don't want to demolish how I am just to please the fake-smiling people at this new school. They call me werid because I'm different to them. They're so wrapped up in their "normalness" (one person in my class actually says that), that they don't acknowledge that people are different to them. Things that make me different from them: I don't care about celebrities, I don't have a cell phone and I don't mind not having one and I'm into older music, not those 5 second #1s. On the first day of my new school we had to fill out infomation sheets including what music we liked. "Who's Queen?" , "who's Bon Jovi?" and " you actually like the Beatles?" came to me in my first week. I'm still greatful for all of the people that are in my life (although I could do without some of them). My bestfriends don't attend my school, but when I'm around them, on the phone to them, or emailing them they remind me about how lucky I am, even if it seems to you that all I do is complain.
Bee