When We Hate Someone We Make Them

Like All Living Things, Love, Too, Struggles Against Hardship, And In The Process Sheds Its Fatuous Skin To Expose One Composed Of More Than Just A Storm Of Emotion-one Of Loyalty And Divine Friendship. And Though It May Be Temporarily Blinded By Adversity, It Never Gives In Or Up, Holding Tight To Lofty Ideals That Transcend This Earth And Time- While Its Counterfeit Simply Concludes It Was Mistaken And Quickly Runs Off To Find The Next Real Thing.

The Kids Who Speak Well, Are Articulate And Intelligent, Are All Readers.

So Much Of Young Adult Literature Has Turned Dark, Almost Pathological. It's Almost As If There Is A Race To See Who Can Be The Most Dysfunctional.

Mr. Vey, You Cannot Be Stuffed Into A Locker Without Your Consent." Dallstrom Said, Which May Be The Dumbest Thing Ever Said In A School. "you Should Have Resisted. That's Like Blaming Someone Who Was Struck By Lightning For Getting In The Way.

The Thing Is, The Only Real Sign Of Life Is Growth. And Growth Requires Pain. So To Choose Life Is To Accept Pain.