May 27th, 2007

I walked alone today. I was lonelier than ever before, and as I silently watched the funeral prescion of a local police officer I was ashamed. I've never felt so ashamed in my entire life. So, there I stood on the corner of Washington Road and 39th Avenue with my legs spread shoulder width apart and my hands resting just below the lower of my back, right over left. I let my eyes wander down the street to watch the many cars slowly drive to the funeral home where they would all say their final good-byes. I hung my head in embarrassment as I listened to the voices of teenagers laughing in the background. Perhaps respect is something that must be instilled in our minds as a child, or perhaps some people just lack the ability to feel a sense of respect for anyone but themselves. Not only did I see these kids laughing at the death of a hero, but I havae seen many other things that make me ashamed of being a teenager; for example, last night, a boy of only 15 years committed suciced. This act had a great impact on the whole school, positive and negative. Many students mocked him for his descion and others weeped in pain.