Teachers have a strong impact on our lives. They not only teach us the skills we need in our careers, but also common sense and how to deal and cope with the world. They are parents away from home. They influence our decisions and help form us into the person we become.

But teachers can be a very negative influence. A couple weeks ago one of my teachers was ranting about how our grades should go A, B, and F, instead of the current A, B, C, D, and F.

There is a boy in one of my classes who I always thought was no good. He's a jock who wears the big baseball caps with the loose clothing. I've heard him talking about certain things I don't approve of. Naturally, I just stay away from him.

My friends joked, saying I should write about them. I rolled my eyes and called them ridiculous, yet look who I'm writing about. My life is all about my friends. My absolute favorite thing to do is to grab a bunch of friends and hang out somewhere, anywhere.

We learn to understand the world and its inhabitants. We cope with situations. We grow.

Our reactions change and we become better at surviving life. When I was younger, whenever I had a fight with a friend I ended the friendship and that was the end of it. Now I talk with them and work things out. My childhood taught me this.

I was with some friends when a girl I know passed by us and they started saying mean things about her that I assume are false. Unfortunately, some of the things they said I know are true.

She is an abrasive person whose personality is to be mean and curse all the time. I act civil toward her and avoid conflict or really any form of contact with her. So I was talking to this girl's best friend and I mentioned what people were saying. Her best friend nodded sadly, acknowledging that this girl ought to be nicer to others.

Those without a valentine walk around, empty-handed, depressed they are alone. It is hard to get through this holiday alone.

A month later, we broke up.

It's funny how some things feel like they will last forever, when they actually end very shortly. Relationships, friendships, jobs, and more.

It surprised and scared me and I told him no, that those were two different things.

Recently I was talking to one of my friends who mentioned that everybody had thought that I had meant that I did love him, and that loving someone and falling in love with them were the same thing. I thought they were two different things.

When I first started working, I got to know the other workers. I knew about their lives, hopes, dreams, aspirations, etc. Every once in a while one would leave, but it wasn't a terribly big deal. It only hurt when one day they were suddenly gone, and I had no idea it was coming.

I prepared to the best of my ability and did a decent audition. It was in front of the entire class, which terrified me, but I made it through. After I finished, I stood to give the sax to the other boy, only to look over and see a different boy already starting to audition.

I had no idea he was even auditioning. My heart stopped when I saw he had a professional black laquer saxophone. He owns the sax, so he got more time to practice since he didn't share it, and his tone blew the rest of us away.

I find this true. Even in complete silence bonds grow and friendship remains.

There's something about just being with the person. For the past few days one of my mom's friends and her son visited. I didn't remember them, but the son, Sean, and I immediately got along great. He met some of my friends and for three days we stayed up late, playing games, singing, and roughhousing.

The tenor sax is mostly a supporting instrument. It very rarely receives solos or anything of the sort. I've always dreamed of having a solo, to convey the beauty of music all by myself. But this doesn't happen for the tenor in classical music. I took the school-owned soprano sax home in September just to practice for fun. This instrument doesn't usually even have a part in music. This is a solo instrument, or meant for saxophone quartets or something.

Then, in the sixth-grade, I tried out for the top band at my middle and high school. Up against me were two seventh- or eighth-grade boys and one of the boys in my grade who always picked on me. There were four of us, and only three spots.

I agree with what it says, except for one thing it mentioned at the bottom. "Emotion is your Enemy." All right, so I understand and agree with it in the way they meant it. Letting your emotions get in the way, freeze you up, anger you, etc, yes, can ruin and destroy you.
So letting your emotions take over is your enemy. But not your emotions themselves! They are a fuel!

Religion.

I've always had problems with it and now I would even call it the main struggle of my life because it will never end and never be completely solved, in this life, anyway.