A Journey For Happiness

We say goodbye to them, gripping hands and our glistening eyes tell the rest of that farewell. They'll appear again when we need them. Or maybe they never really leave. It's the end. All those memories we made - it just doesn't seem like we've made enough yet.  It's been such a good year and I will cherish the last few days of school like a camel would cherish an oasis filled with water after a thousand miles of desert. I'll never forget this year. But, I'll admit being excited for summer and being able to spend more time with my friends or sleeping like the lazy person I am. (Just kidding.) The final school project: time capsules. And in another six years - at the end of our senior year - we'll come back to dig it up. It's quite exciting. I haven't decided what to put in it yet. I hope future me doesn't change too much. I kind of like the optimistic and naive me of now. I'm trying not to think too much of the future and j

I'm just going to start this off by saying that I judge books by their covers all the time. But books are not people and people shouldn't be judged that way. My observation of our society: Physical appearance seems like the most significant and commonly used way to judge others. I'm sure you have come across times like this. You've probably come across it while learning about Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. More specifically, about his dream... "I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character." Even though there are now laws about this "skin color" kind of discrimination, I feel like it still happens. Like, people will look at a darker skinned man and have all kinds of bad thoughts about him. But I bet you, that darker skinned man probably has a smile that could light up a room, and a heart filled with love. Pretty faces, not-