CHAPTER 1
High School: A World unto Itself
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. — Lao Tzu
Initially, Tell Me a Story about This Crazy World Called High School contained a collection of "Dear Me" stories written by adolescents, ages thirteen through eighteen, who were engulfed in the throes of what to them were the most serious crises of the day. (Think back to your adolescent years. Remember those feelings!) Each person sat in the same chair in my office, facing the same wall, crying the same tears, and feeling the same desperation. Each one was searching for hope, love, the meaning of life, or happiness.
As a counselor, I listened empathetically, without judgment. I silently sorted out the array of emotions that were so overpowering. Inevitably, someone would knock on my door at the most crucial moment. I would grab a piece of paper and a pencil and ask the tearful teen to write exactly what was going on in his or her mind. Several of the writings that follow were written during times of crisis. An asterisk at the beginning of a writing piece denotes that it was written with tears. The passages portray students' innermost thoughts and feelings buried deep within. Names have been changed, but the heartfelt words remain intact.
As time went on, hundreds of adolescents continued to sit in that same chair, facing that same wall, but something was different. There were no tears. There was no crisis (at the moment). There was no pain (at the moment). They were happy and smiling (at the moment), yet I heard them speak of the same struggles. They were searching for love, the meaning of life, or happiness.
They were living in this crazy world called adolescence. How were they surviving? What were they thinking and feeling? What were their coping skills? I asked them if they would share their stories. Within a day, a week, or a month, I graciously received their personal writings: essays, poetry, and journals. These writings were done in the comfort of their own homes — peacefully and quietly. They contained their innermost thoughts and feelings.
I am forever grateful to all those who have chosen to write. Your words may just be what another teen needs to hear.
Freshman Year Lend Me a Hand
Tell Me Your Story
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*Freshman Girl Feeling Upset
This beautiful young girl came crying to my office. She wanted to stay strong. A boy's words were trying to destroy her, but would they?
Dear Me,
I am really hurt by this boy. I feel like a girl who has no friends to protect her. I feel upset because someone is letting me down when I'm feeling good about myself. I just want a friend by my side. This person is not nice. I ask him nicely to stop, but he keeps going on about how I am using people.
I feel really mad, and I just can't let anyone else ruin my life because he doesn't have a life. I am a nice, sensitive, beautiful, and smart girl. I just want people to feel the way I do. He's telling me that I'm not good at baseball. He's telling me I'm ugly and fat. He says that I can't get a boyfriend 'cause I'm so retarded. He says that I use people and that I have no friends and no life at all. He sticks his middle finger up at me. He says there is nothing wrong with me and that I am not hurt. He asks me for answers for his work like everything is okay.
Tell Me Your Story
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*Freshman Girl Feeling Upset
In the midst of tears, this very emotional young girl shared three poems she had written the night before. Please find her other writings titled What I Wish to Be to You and The One.
Misunderstood
When I say that I am fine,
Am I really truly fine?
When I smile, does it mean
I'm okay to you?
When I turn away from help,
Does it mean I need you more than ever?
When my eyes tear up,
Does it mean I'm lost?
When I look at you,
Can you tell I'm not fine?
When I hold on tightly to your hands
I wonder if you know that I need a friend.
Tell Me Your Story
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Fresh man Boy Feeling Emotional
A very insightful young boy shared an extremely emotional poem written in English class. He was asked to reflect on this very disturbing topic. He is not a victim of abuse. If you are a victim, tell someone who will listen. Get help now!
No Excuse
You hear me crying throughout the night.
The more you hit me, the more I'm in fright.
You hit me so hard I have bruises everywhere.
That goes to show how much you really care.
You say you love me, but I don't believe.
Why in the world would you conceive?
You can see the tears rolling down my face.
Why, oh why, did you bring me into this horrible place?
My greatest fear is that someday I'll be
Just like the person who has done this to me.
The pain you inflict gets worse and worse.
Pretty soon you'll be watching me get put into a hearse.
Sooner or later, I'll be dead.
I wonder if it's tears that you will shed.
Please stop the child abuse!
There is absolutely no excuse!
Tell Me Your Story
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*Freshman Girl Feeling Alone
What makes this beautiful brown-eyed girl so strong?
Something I'm Not
I never try to be something I'm not,
Even though many people don't like me a lot.
And I know many people think I'm real tough,
But sometimes life — it just gets so rough.
Constantly getting judged for the things I do.
Every day, there are so many things that I have to go through.
And sometimes I can't help but break down and cry,
With no one there to wipe the tear that falls from my eye.
But over the years, I've learned to be strong,
To try to be optimistic when things go wrong.
I realize I'm only human.
I can make mistakes too.
I'll continue to succeed in life.
Make myself proud —
That's what I'll proceed...