Guest Writer Time!!

Today's contribution comes from Ms. Andrea Aldrete. Hope you like it as much as her proud Dad did...

"Do you remember when you were in elementary school and your teachers would have you write an “essay” and you would think it was the hardest thing to do? But in reality it was really only two paragraphs long. Then when you got older and went in to high school and an “essay” suddenly became three pages. I was the kid who had no idea what to write and would just sit and look around not even thinking about what I should write. Here and there a thought about what I should write would come to mind, but I never put that much thought into it because I'd much rather think about what mom would be making for dinner, or when the teacher would tell us it's time to go to recess. Then there would be the kids who would always start right away and then five minutes later when you would look back at their paper they were already done. I always hated that...always. Not much has changed since elementary school to be honest. Actually now, even though I'm in high school, if we're given time to write the essay in class, I'm still that same kid who just looks around and can't think of anything to write... I'll be honest with you I just stopped typing and started looking around for about ten minutes before I started typing again. The point in what I'm writing isn't about elementary school and how hard we thought it was to write an “essay”. The point in what I'm writing is the fact that people are given simple tasks to do each day, for example “the essay”, and we always make such a big deal about how our teachers suck because the gave us “really hard work”. Then when you think about it the “paper really wasn't that hard or that long...I think that people take themselves way to seriously most of the time, when we should be grateful for the things that we do have, because if you compared “your hard work” to somebody else and their actual hard work, you wouldn't have even thought about saying your work was hard at all. Think about the people who's everyday life is being in the war, seeing things that you wish you could have never seen, or the people who's life is just trying to find scraps of food to survive... But we bitched and moaned about how hard it was writing an “essay”. Seriously, was it really that hard? Life is meant to be difficult, if it wasn't there wouldn't be a point in going through all that we do. Everybody has their own problems and everybody thinks that their life is the worst it could ever be at one point. I know because I've been there. I've been to the point where I wished I could just stop time around me, pack up my things and leave without anybody knowing. That way I could go somewhere else and just start over. Start a new life with new friends and meet new people, but then I realized, that new people are only new for a day. Then when tomorrow comes, they aren't new anymore. I've been to the point where I just wanted to end my life completely because I didn't want to go on anymore in misery. Then one day my dad told me what I still look back on today and will never forget. He said “Andrea, each day will get a little easier. Tomorrow will be just a little bit better than today was.” I thought he was an idiot for saying that and that he had no idea what he was talking about. But then again what child thinks that there parents are right I mean really? In the end, he was right, and personally, I think that it was the best advice that anyone had ever given me, only because, it's so true. The point in you knowing what I just said was that if a fifteen year old girl is saying this now because she got through it just like her daddy said, and I was fourteen when I was going through it, that anybody should be able to pick themselves back up and eventually get back on the right track, eventually."