Carly - the main character in the novel called SNOWSTORM

Carly's blog is the fictitious representation of a character's life in the year prior to the story depicted in the novel

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Saturday, April 24, 2010


The news and the internet seem to full lately of this cyberbullying thing. I guess the fact that I don't have a computer at home isn't such a bad thing. I don't have a MyFace or SpaceBook page. Don't write me an ugly comment. I know their names, I just don't care. I don't write e-mails. I wouldn't be blogging if my English teacher wasn't forcing me. I just want to pass the course. See, now that I cae about, because I don't want to scrub toilets for a living. There are lots of things I'd like to have, but Friendster comes low on my list. I get jealous once in a while of the kids who have all the gadgets, the nice clothes, a car, all that, but it could be I'd only be in trouble more often if I had all that stuff. Do you think that's my mother's way of looking after me? Nah, even I can't buy that.

Maybe it's because I have other things to worry about, but I just don't see why you'd let someone writing something about you become such a big deal. Okay, words can hurt, but you have to wash your hands of those people who only want to take shots at you. I know every kid doesn't think like me. I know some of them are really wimpy. If you got a wimpy kid, don't you look out for him? Or if your friend or cousin is all sensitive, don't you keep an eye on him? I could be all wrong. I can't say anybody watches out real well for me. Then again, I can take care of myself. I do take care of myself, so my opinion is the only one that matters.

1 comment:

Angie Eaton said...

Reading this brought me back to a period in my life when I was processing some of the same positions she is. The statement, "I know every kid doesn't think like me" is something I remember thinking very often. I even wondered if others my age thought those thoughts. I was also one that had the basics, but not the expensive clothes or "things" other teens had. I often wondered if those "things" were what made them seem so weak and insecure in my view. Like they'd melt away without them to yell out to others, "I am important b/c I have these things." I too, had other things to worry about! I became very good at reading the mood and anxiety level of others around me to stay safe. My dad was also one who was "tough" to make me "stronger", as he called it. Like Carly, as a teen, I battled with wondering if "that" was my dad's way of looking out for me or if it was just an easier, less emotionally commited way to get through the process of raising me.
I also looked out for the under I could really do anything at all, I still looked. Cyberbullies didn't exist way back then, but the bullies had other ways! I, too, found ways to stay out of their way, unless I was trying to protect someone else. The more things change, the more they stay the same.