So I went on myspace to go see if Justin said anything back. And I go check, and I read Marc’s comment—hahahah, he’s so cool. And Justin’s comment almost made me cryyyy! I loooove him so much. And then Brybry’s comment. He’s cool. Hahahah, aw, thanks, Shaufster.
Hermione: How does it feel, Harry? When you see Dean with Ginny? Harry: Oh. Um… Hermione: I know. I’ve seen the way you look at her. You’re my best friend. *Ron bursts in with Lavender, laughing, then sobers when he sees Hermione and Harry* Lavender: Oops! I think this room’s taken. Ron: What’s with the birds? Hermione: Oppugno! *Hermione’s flock of birds fly at Ron, who flees the room. Hermione sinks next to Harry and breaks down crying* Harry: It feels like this.
It’s a terrible feeling, seeing people you love in situations you don’t want them to be in. It’s even worse when you can’t do anything about it. Whether that situation makes them happy or upset, the feeling sucks.
WHAP block 3. Thanks for reading this to us, Ms. Burson.
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, “Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.”
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye.
As I handed him his glasses, I said, “Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives. ” He looked at me and said, “Hey thanks!” There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.
As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.
He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.
Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, “Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday! ” He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak.
Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days.
I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, “Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!” He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. “Thanks,” he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. “Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach…but mostly your friends…I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.”
I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn’t have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. “Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.”
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it’s depth. Never underestimate the power of your actions.
With one small gesture you can change a person’s life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each other’s lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.
Charlyne: What would your advice be for someone who isn’t sure if they’re in love and will find love? Boy: I would say, take a minute and look at your life. Look at the person that you think likes you. Find out for yourself.
I'm Mios. I'm my brother in size zero jeans. I'm a nice girl. Raymond likes to call me Miso Soup. I think my friends are superheroes. I like sunshiny smiles burnt to perfection. True love waits. The world kicks my ass sometimes. I like hella handsome boys. I'm hella flawed and hella weird, but it's okay. I have dazed thoughts that occupy my daily reveries and songs that take me back to better or worse times. I have the best friends in the world who can say things that pull at my heartstrings. And quite frankly, my life's in hi-definition.
I like to listen to the sweet stylings of Mark Mejia. Andrew Baterina is my hero. Manny Garcia, enough said.
