Reflection:

Something happened to me on Saturday. These people that were coming over the next day I didn't really know, but I wanted them to like me, especially since they were the popular kind. So I picked out my best Supre clothes, did my nails, washed my hair and cleaned my room. I was satisfied, for about 3 seconds. I began to think, "This isn't me, I'm messy, I don't put up posters, and I wear baggy clothes and I HARDLY EVER paint my nails" (but believe me I do actually wash my hair). But then as I went to tear down the posters in a satisfied rage I realised that I liked Orlando Bloom and Delta Goodrem, why should I tear them down? Then that silly little voice in my head pooped up again. "Well, you DO like wearing Supre sometimes, nails are fun to do and cleaning my room is satisfying in the end". Now I was REALLY confused. Suddenly, after 10 minutes of thinking, the horrible truth came, I long to fit in. Whilst pondering this my thoughts floated back to something my RE teacher said in chapel - "What would people say at your funeral?" My true friends would probably say, "Sam was mature, immature, obnoxious, weird, annoying, rule abiding and a rebel, funny and a friend". My mother would probably say, "She was sweet, lovely, rule abiding and intelligent". Popular kids would say, "I didn't really know her but she seemed like the average, straight-from-the-book teenager". NONE OF THESE ARE TRULY ME!!!!!!! But then it came, who/what I am. If I spoke at my funeral (huh?) I would say, "I was a person with many different personality traits. I longed to fit in but mostly, I longed !"

The conclusion of .not much but what I would like to say that I am envious of any person who does not long to fit in but is their own individual. You are my goal in life. I respect you greatly.