:: 2005 14 April :: 10.13 am
:: Music: Aladdin

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:: 2005 14 April :: 5.39 am

just another story.
“We’re open for suggestions,” is Mrs. Larson’s plea for understanding. “There are over 1,000 students in this school and only two of us.”
Lately students have been complaining that getting an appointment with one of our counselors is almost impossible. “It seems like they don’t care about us anymore,” a concerned student says. “If they got here at seven in the morning and stayed until three in the afternoon like other teachers we would get in to see them quicker.” She continues.
“We do care, you don’t do a job like this without caring,” Mrs. Larson says. "We don’t have magic wands to be able to help people like that. We want students to come in, just as long as they understand we can’t always see them right away.” She continues.
“Maybe they have other things to do?” Nikki Bradley wonders. “I know that they can’t perform miracles, and I don’t expect them to. They helped me a lot even though I had to wait.”
But why does it take so long? Students are always complaining. We need to get this problem fixed. It’s not just a one sided battle. Both students and counselors are fighting the good fight but heads are always butting. If we work together we can all just get along.
“There are times we are not available due to the lack of time. Next year Mrs. Z will be coming to help even out the work load. Between Mr. Walker and me, we have to handle scheduling, testing, AP testing, dual enrollment, and all kinds of paper work needed by the state,” Mrs. Larson expresses. " If studenst don't get in like they think they should, try again!"
SOme students it seems get right in while others have to wait longer. "It didn't take me very long to get in because i got the hook ups," one of our studenst expresses. "I need to change my schedual and i got in in a few days."she continues.
Are some students giving appoinments because of who they are? Do the coundelers pick favorites? As likely as that all seems its doubtful."Its a first come first serve basis. If there is a crisis and someone needs to talk to us right away, we see them right then. Other than that we try to be fair and get everyone in."

:: 2005 13 April :: 10.31 am

this is just a story for newspaper do not read!
“We’re open for suggestions,” is Mrs. Larson’s plea for understanding. “There are over 1,000 students in this school and only two of us.”
Lately students have been complaining that getting an appointment with one of our counselors is almost impossible. “It seems like they don’t care about us anymore,” a concerned student says. “If they got here at seven in the morning and stayed until three in the afternoon like other teachers we would get in to see them quicker.” She continues.
“We do care, you don’t do a job like this without caring,” Mrs. Larson says. We don’t have magic wands to be able to help people like that. We want students to come in, just as long as they understand we can’t always see them right away.” She continues.
“Maybe they have other things to do?” Nikki Bradley wonders. “I know that they can’t perform miracles, and I don’t expect them to. They helped me a lot even though I had to wait.”
But why does it take so long? Students are always complaining. We need to get this problem fixed. It’s not just a one sided battle. Both students and counselors are fighting the good fight but heads are always butting. If we work together we can all just get along.
“There are times we are not available due to the lack of time. Next year Mrs. Z will be coming to help even out the work load. Between Mr. Walker and me, we have to handle scheduling, testing, AP testing, dual enrollment, and all kinds of paper work needed by the state,” Mrs. Larson expresses.

:: 2005 12 April :: 3.45 pm
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:: 2005 12 April :: 10.41 am

my story for newspaper

DONT MIND THIS IT IS NOTHING!


Depression is what the professionals call it. Noah Webster defines it as a psychiatric disorder characterized by an inability to concentrate, insomnia, loss of appetite, anhedonia, feelings of extreme sadness, guilt, helplessness and hopelessness, and thoughts of death. What about the faces of the victims? Where does there emotion fit? This is not a disease where popping a few pills is going to help make it all go away. The pills eventually wear off and you are back where you started. I never took the pills to being with, so I stayed in the pit of it all. My parents were blinded by the perfect façade to see the fire burning inside of me. And that’s what it was, a fire which destroyed everything leaving behind just a pile of ashes. On the outside I was the good kid who got good grades and stayed out of trouble. Emotion was simple. I was happy and no one knew any different. The anger that I felt for so many reasons just built up inside of me. Sadness, because I was hiding what I was feeling, overwhelmed me and I got into what I like to call my “slump.” All the pain inside, with no one who I trusted to really talk to, brought me to only one thing self injury (SI). It seemed to me the only way to let it out. It was quiet, secret like and it was all mine. The first time I ever let a blade run its shiny edge against my skin it was harder to then it seemed. It hurt, it really hurt but I liked it because my mind was off everything that made me mad. It was a very selfish act but I didn’t care. It was weeks before I did it again, and this time it felt even better. I would cut more and more and it became an addiction. All I wanted was to bleed. I didn’t care about the consequences. It even got to the point where I stole my dad’s blood thinner medication so I would bleed more. I tried to stop many times. But I would go into withdrawl and start shaking because I couldn’t do anything about it.

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:: 2005 11 April :: 10.05 am
:: Music: m.Manson

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:: 2005 9 April :: 11.23 pm

GOD I HATE PEOPLE
why do people have to be so stupid??? is there a real reason. Liz A. thinks i put this bogas comment on her woohu callin her a slut and what not. the fact of the matter is im not the type of person to do that. i mean i yeah i would say it but if i were to i would have told her to here face... not be all secretive about it... i used to like her... i had no problem but know she's gonna be totally evil about all that shit. the least she could do was talk to me. i guess she said she tracked it to my computer. i aint even on the damn thing but like twice a week so that makes no sense. im conflicted at the moment i dont know what to think.

went to katies today for a little get together it was fun... i guess cept the t man is an ass.... im really sad right now for no reason- i think its my story for the paper i know people are gonna think i wrote it to get pity but the thing is i am over that time in my life and i dont need any pity- i just wanna get my story out there...

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:: 2005 8 April :: 10.27 am

young child relationships make me giggle!
i love how in middleschool and what not you can break up with someone on then go out with some one else and not think twice about it. relationships-if you must call them that- are so funny. like dan for instance- in the last week he has had two different girlfriends... whats up with that?? i dont get it. speaking of that little piece of scum he owes me for picking up g/f #2...errrr.

school is back on tuesday and in a way i am excited because then i wont have to deal with all the stupid people around here... im really nervous about my article in the paper. i dont want pity from anyone and i think that thats what poeple are going to think. im just trying to get my story out there- maybe it will help someone\.

the t man may have a job!!!!!!!!!1 woohoo then i dont have to pay for everything!

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:: 2005 31 March :: 9.48 am

DONT MIND THIS IT IS JUST AN ARTICLE I AM WRITING FOR AN UNKNOWN REASON!!!! DONT PAY ANY ATTENTION TO IT.

My turn…

All alone her in her hallow room the girls sits. Looking out for a way to make all of her pain go away. She wants someone to notice her. Someone to really care, but no one does. She looks in her closet and finds the only thing that has been there for her. A razor blade, stained with the blood of previous inflictions. This girls a cutter and sees not other way to solve her problems.
The biggest and the easiest answer for our problem is to make it all physical instead of emotional. It’s simple. Find a random object and make yourself bleed. Anything can do it. A blade, the rough edge of the aluminum foil box, a piece of glass. It all works. It all hurts. And the thing is the more and more people do this the more and more they want to do it. It becomes an addiction instead of a comfort. You find yourself counting the scars, and comparing them to those of your friends. Seeing who has the most, who cut the deepest, and what crazy designs they can create. Some will write words, others just strait lines. Whatever they are feeling in their head is what they put on their skin.
But what makes us so angry and depressed that we feel this is the only way to solve problems? Is it our parents or school perhaps? The fact of the matter is most can’t explain the reasons they feel that hurting themselves will help. They make up reasons just to stop the questions they ask themselves.
The statistics say one in one hundred people cut. I myself know of a least ten people in our very own school who do it, that’s more than one in one hundred. It’s a growing epidemic, and no one seems to want to stop it. It’s the new “cool” way to do things. Nobody talks about their problems anymore. They just slit their wrists and say it’ll all be ok soon.
Awareness is growing of this problem but not fast enough! We people are doing it, and help is out there. It’s just hard to find, and hard to stick to. We all need someone to cry to, but we are afraid to feel week. We want to be strong, we want to be independent. And having to lean on someone is not a way of achieving this.

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:: 2005 24 March :: 7.08 pm
:: Mood: angry
:: Music: alien ant farm

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:: 2005 22 March :: 11.32 am
:: Music: PAPA ROACH

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:: 2005 4 March :: 11.19 pm
:: Mood: exhausted
:: Music: Rosy- a band song

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:: 2005 28 February :: 7.47 pm
:: Music: Jeopardy

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:: 2005 26 February :: 1.55 pm

off to paradies i go!
so im about to go to the movies with bill and tj. we're going to see constantine... yey i think. our concert on thursday sucked ass like you would not believe. im so sad about it. we suck and there is nothing we can do about it.... practise of course. i go tmy guitar. its hot i love it alot.

oh and me n the mom are at it agian. she just cant stay out of my business. oh well what can i do.

so they blocked this place from school so i wont be on here as much which bite the pickle.... my muffler fell off on thursday god my car is a piece. tj laughed. he would. he always laughs at my car.... well at least mine runs!

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:: 2005 20 February :: 9.42 pm

ok so i havnt seen tj in a whole day arg why do people have to love???? it makes me so happy and yet so sad all at the same time....

but besides all that gurly stuff i hate the weather... snow sucks major ass... i flipped my mom off ( big mistake) and i thought i was going to die she just laughed it was funny. i almost cried today cause i realize all my poems were on this darn machine then the damn thing crashed and now they are all gone so to enter the contest i must write new ones! ideas are always welcome!

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