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"I have always thought of myself for the most
part as being strong. But after years
and now months and months of nonstop hell, it had finally taken its toll and I
came to the conclusion that this isn't a weakness, it is just being human. If I didn't feel any of this, if none of this
affected me, I wouldn't be human. I
wouldn't care or feel at all so to put this in a positive perspective, at least
I am not without deep feelings and emotions."
"High school is a time when teenagers start to
grasp a small concept of who they are, what type of a personality they have,
who they REALLY want as friends surrounding them, having their first
boyfriend/girlfriend, crying from a broken heart, attending prom, which college
they will get into, making memories that will last a lifetime. It's a magical time when a kid is carefree,
having no concept of what it's like to become an adult with hundreds of
responsibilities. The worst thing to
happen is to be turned down by a crush, lose the big football game, not get
picked to be in the school play, realizing a zit has just popped up right
before a big date! To be that carefree
again is something I truly miss. I
sometimes wish I could go back in time and relive some moments in my life
differently."
"I remember when I first got the chance to play around on the
Internet. It was in high school and I
was sitting in the computer lab when the teacher told us that we could use the
rest of the class period to cruise the World Wide Web. It was so exciting, all this knowledge and
answers to just about all your questions, right at your fingertips! I recall going into chat rooms, looking up my
favorite actor, using the Net to do a history report which was so much easier
than taking notes out of a book. I
thought it was so brilliant to be able to send personal mail but
electronically. This technology was
wonderful and I never ever could fathom there being a dark side to it.
But there's a dark side to everything really. Now when I log into my personal email
account, if I see that I have messages, I wince."
"It all happened so quickly as I walked up to the
information desk, softly asked which floor human resources was located on and
then walked to the elevator doors, hoping she wouldn't follow me up. Luckily she didn't and as I exhaled the
breath I was holding, the ding of the elevator door chimed and the doors
opened. I stepped out of the dark
elevator and again was met with the cheerful sun beaming in through the many
windows on the third floor.
I made my way to human resources and checked in to see if they were
hiring."
