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  Chapter: Three.

  The rest of my senior year I spent bored. I tried to entertain myself, which consequently landed me in the principal's office on a regular basis, hearing rhetorical speeches like, 'you're a bright student. You make good grades, you have so much potential. Why all of a sudden are you acting out?' My honest, regular response would be, 'I'm over it. I'm bored.' I was in school, but I had already left. My sarcasm only fed flames to the fire. Consequent, the principal became more aggravated, and was not a constituent in my disciplinary process. I just didn't fit the mold. I couldn't participate in having useless conversations with people who planned on doing nothing with their lives. Content with the expected, being normal, and had no aspirations of anything more or of anything different. No ambitions or dreams (words not necessarily encouraged in these parts); aside from the go to school and have a family philosophy. Perhaps it was my curse to look different, to think different, to be different. Am I so different? Am I alone with such thoughts? To be diplomatic, viewing through these binoculars, there is a certain appeal in this approach to life. In that which encompasses structure, if applied to certain unorthodox ideals or endeavors. Be that as it may, perhaps deep down I regretted that I was a dreamer, or one with ambitions outside of the norm. Ultimately, to each is own. It is a fact that we all breathe the same air, see the same sky, and see the same stars.

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  Voice:

  "Mean people are the least interesting people, in that it's so easy to be mean. To be vain, self-indulged, vile, ego-driven, to spread hate, to be negative. One might debate the biology, physiology, sociology, psychology; but who wants to hear all that ology? Instead: its hard to be kind, to love, to strive to be your best, to think of others. Don't do something because it's easy. Do something because it's hard. Be different! My echo into eternity . . ."