The Understanding Long Forgotten
The world does not try hard enough to understand teenagers. They pass by in hallways, tall and powdered with makeup. Slumping over phones plugged into a stream of endless emotions packed in songs, in stress. At first, it seems easy to judge. The girls in ripped jeans, iron-straightened hair, and lipstick smeared lips must be the divas. They are dramatic, only caring for looks. How they must exasperate their parents. The "jocks", packed with muscle, with headbands and headphones must have no knowledge. And the small freshman, moving anxiously and quickly around the hallways. Excited, but treated the same because they will, one day, become the exact same. It's funny how quickly people are to give labels to an entire population. Books interpret teenagers this way. Some adults do also. Maybe even children, led by the influence of books, movies, and stories form parents. I'm here to say otherwise, really. As a young girl, I used to say to