Selena Quintanilla Perez

I did indeed decide to bas my exam monologue on the life of Selena Quintanilla Perez's life . I wrote my first draft of the monologue over the break and to write it , I had to do more research on Selena's life . It was quite sad . She was just making it big with her career and it was all ended before she could do so . She was murdered . Yolanda Saldívar , Selena Fan Club founder and friend to Selena had been caught embezzling money from Selena's business . Yolanda had been working the unpaid job of managing Selena's fan club and to show her appreciation , Selena promoted her to a paid position managing her new business . Workers were warning Selena that Yolanda was stealing from her , but Selena did not listen out of loyalty to her friendship with her . When Selena finally confronted Yolanda about the stolen money , she denied it and pleaded that there were documents proving no money had gone missing . She could not present these documents and Selena had to fire her . Selena went to pick up the paperwork from Yolanda , who at the time , was staying at a Days In . An argument broke out between the two and as Selena turned to leave , Yolanda shot her once in the back . Selena fell to the ground . She struggled her way to the main lobby of the hotel , where she collapsed . She was rushed to the hospital . On March 31 , 1995 , Selena Quintanilla Perez was pronounced dead . Yolanda is now in prison with no chance of parole until 2025 for the murder of Selena . It is still in question whether the murder was premeditated , which her family and loved ones believe it to be .
http://www.people.com/people/archive/article/0,,20105524,00.html

I hope I can respectfully portray this beautiful young ladies life through my monologue performance .

Summer Fierce 

Merry Christmas !

Christmas just wouldn't be anything without my family . Forget about the gifts , the food and the decorations , if we had nothing but each other , I know it would still be amazing . Just being in their presence brings happiness to my heart . We spent Christmas how we do it every year ; the same group of people at one of our houses . We spend Christmas Eve with my dad's cousins and their families . I love spending time with them because I grew up always being around them at their houses and at mine . Each person impacted my life in some significant way or another . There was a beautiful dinner with so many of my favourite dishes . We watched a movie I was longing to see for quite a while called Salt , starring one of my favourite actresses , Angelina Jolie .

A little while after midnight , we did what we usually do . We exchanged gifts and had hot chocolate . I texted a lot of my friends wishing them a Merry Christmas , like I do every year ( Well since I got texting on my phone ) . After a while , everyone went home . Christmas morning , my family and I had breakfast and then sat around the Christmas tree exchanging gifts . My present wasn't wrapped because I went with my parents to buy it . They got me clothes , which for some reason sounds boring to most , but I love . I bought my sister this make-up set because I know she's always had a passion for make-up . But she said she prefers the make-up set she already has , so I exchanged it for what I was going to originally get her , which is a necklace that I knew she wanted for a long while . For my parents , I bought my mom a beautiful dress , which she chose and my dad , electronics . For my brother , I brought him a shirt from the Disney Store and a special edition UNO game . He had mentioned to me a while ago that he liked playing that game in an after school program , so I brought it for him . My sister bought me the perfume I've wanted for a long time - Glow After Dark - by JLo . We spent the rest of Christmas Day at my aunt's house , where we watched movies , danced and built gingerbread houses . I love Christmas .

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It's Bringing Us Together . . . ?

The other day , over my spare , I was sitting in the main hall at school reading my book . I noticed something rather odd . The area I was sitting at had a line of benches by a window side and to the other side of the hall is the entrance to the school that is attached to ours . That entrance is well known around the school to be used by the ' smokers ' . So before they go outside , they stop by the benches to pull out whatever it is that they're smoking . What was weird is that all different people from every race and every stereotypical group were conversing and sharing their substances and lighters . Before they all became engaged in drugs , they never used to talk or pay any attention to each other's existence . Now that they all partake in drugs , they need a source or people who know someone to get it for them , so they all work together , buying , selling and sharing it . Isn't that kind of ironic ? Drugs are terrible for your body , your health and many times your grades and your relationships . But now , it's the thing that is bringing everyone together ? Am I missing something ? Another thing I noticed , is that some of the smartest and most innocent students are falling under the influence as well . I don't understand why people are turning to drugs now , especially in their last year of high school . It's only taking away from the life and education you spent fourteen years building , so why do it ? If it's to gain popularity , then that's just plain and simple stupid . Why would you risk so much for popularity ? Besides , even if you gain it , it'll be worth nothing after graduation because you won't see a majority of the people ever again . It just doesn't make sense to me .

Summer Fierce

AIDS Awareness - Original Spoken Word Piece

On Wednesday November 24th , our school had an AIDS Awareness Assembly . I wrote a spoken word piece trying to capture the emotions of someone who was a rape victim and as a result was diagnosed with the Sexually Transmitted Disease .

Seconds . Minutes . Hours . 

Seconds . Minutes . Hours .

Close your eyes

Cause here comes the cold shower .

Wash away the shame .

Wash away the lies .

Wash away the fact that

He had all the power .

He has no face .

He has no name .

He has no race .

He took away your dreams -

Your trust , your life .

A feeling of safe , you must now chase .

Although you make it seem

Like everything's alright ;

We see it destroying you

Like an endless night-mare .

It's a hidden burden

You refuse to share .

Cause your friends ;

You don't wanna scare

You keep saying you're

Tired of crying ,

But , damn girl ,

You're not even trying .

No one said it's gonna be easy .

You're always gonna have those memories .

So I'm askin' ; beggin' you

For the sake of yourself -

Please - stop blaming yourself .

You and I both know

That you had no control over how things went down .

You couldn't have said ' no '

It wouldn't have made a difference .

He wouldn't have let you go .

Lonely and cold

No where to go .

No where to run .

No one to hold .

No one to love .

Cause to them ; I'm a monster ;

The true meaning of evil .

Feelings - I can no longer feel .

They're failing to realize that I am the victim .

If they took a minute

to look me in the eyes

They'd see that it's him .

Seconds . Minutes . Hours .

That's all it took for him

to rip away my innocence .

What made him so angry ?

What made him resort to such violence ?

Was it something I said

That planted those sick

thoughts inside his head ?

What is it that could have led

To him demanding -

Forcing me to bed ?

A tale of unfortunate events .

I couldn't help ;

Change the way things went .

It was out of my hands .

Terrified and trembling -

So still , motionless I laid .

Maybe if I fought back -

Screamed ,

I wouldn't have been

Infected with AIDS .

Seconds . Minutes . Hours .

I'm still living , I'm still breathing .

Everyone's running .

Everyone's leaving .

I'm still crying

Cause I know

There's no point in trying .

It was  a mistake I made ; a choice .

I trusted him with everything .

He took it all , left me with now voice .

In a flash , my life was taken .

And from this night mare ,

I'll never awaken .

Seconds . Minutes . Hours .

Summer Fierce

Happy Endings Don't Always Exist .

This is an original spoken word piece I wrote after the trip to Ossington , which I explained in an earlier post . It's about homelessness . Through that trip , I was able to capture some of the emotions of the people who live in poverty and it inspired me to write a piece .

So Much for My Happy Ending

I keep trying.

I keep failing.

I keep crying.

From the moment I was born

I’ve been nothing in your eyes.

Failure is the only trait I’ve worn

And to you, that’s no surprise.

But what you fail to realize-

What you’ve always failed to realize;

Is that I am the result to your parenting skills.

But instead of it sending chills- down your spine

You feel excitement and thrills

Just at the thought that all along

You were right

Money is tight. Tight.

So tight, it had me up,

Restless at night.

So I thought if I gave it time

I could take this life

Turn it around

And make it mine again.

Guess I was wrong.

Damn.

I’ve been out here so long.

Lonely and cold.

Nowhere to go.

Nowhere to run.

No one to hold.

No one to love.

No one to show me that

Everything will be alright.

That life will get better.

Better… Will it? Can it?

These people; every minute of everyday

They pass me by.

They see me… don’t they?

I’m invisible.

I used to be invincible.

Somewhere, somehow

Along the lines

I lost it. Lost it all.

I keep telling myself

“Hold on”

You were at the top;

You made it there all on your own.

Something will happen.

Someone will hear you.

God will hear me.

God? Are you still there?

Do you still believe in me?

Or have you left me- given up on me

Abandoned me

Like the rest of the world has.

I am still a person.

I have emotions.

I cry tears.

I feel pain.

I feel the coldness of the rain.

I have fears.

And right now, I fear that this is the end.

And although I didn’t intend

For things to be like this;

I can’t go back.

This is my life.

I’m going to keep trying.

I’m going to keep failing.

Soon, I shall be dying.

 Summer Fierce

Gift of Love .

I usually have money saved up from babysitting over the summer vacation to buy gifts , but this year I don't . I thought I'd make money from the job I had , but due to some circumstances , I quit after three weeks . So now I'm left broke . My mom works at a hospital in Toronto , and every year there's a Holiday dinner and a raffle . This year , to our surprise , she won . The prize was a stay at this beautiful five star hotel , which is also where the dinner was held . It was supposed to be just for my parents , but my mom doesn't like going places without us , so we all went . While our parents were downstairs at the dinner party , my brother , sister and I were in the hotel room having fun . We watched the Lion King , my all-time favourite movie and we watched The Princess and the Frog , which I actually liked . Before we watched the movies , we had dinner , my sister and I had Thai food , which I absolutely love and my brother had McDonald's , of course . After we ate , we all went downstairs to the pool . I didn't bring anything to swim in , which I later regretted , so I sat on the side . The pool area was BEAUTIFUL . I've never been to such an extravagant hotel like that in my life , so it was quite an experience . There was a whirlpool to the side and then a huge swimming pool . The change rooms had saunas in them . The dining area , where we enjoyed a very appetizing breakfast was absolutely stunning . I kept telling my sister I felt like we were on set of a movie scene ; it was that gorgeous .

The Pool @ the Grand Hotel

Anyway , back to my point , which was how much fun it was having that quality time with the family . That made me realize that the greatest gift of all doesn't cost anything . It's love . So this Christmas , I plan on spending all my love on my family . I always write them heart-felt cards , so maybe this year I'll make a gift from the heart .  



Summer Fierce

Germs .

What's the point of Germs & Bacteria ? I know there's good bacteria , but why do the bad ones exist ? I'm sure there's a scientific explanation as to why they exist , but I'm not interested in that . I mean they cause so much stress with the flu , viruses and many times death , so why would God allow them to roam the earth ? It just doesn't make any sense to me . Can you imagine how much more calm and peaceful the world would be if they didn't exist ? You wouldn't have to worry about getting flu shots , hepatitis shots , taking vitamins to fight off the cold and all that nonsense . You would have so much less to deal with and stress about . Germs are everywhere ! That's something that so many parents worry about with their kids . They try so hard to protect the kids from it , but it never seems to work . Should everyone have their own bubble to live in ? Maybe that's the only way to avoid germs all together . At least for now it is . There's Lysol , but that only kills 99.9% of germs . 0.1% germs may not sound like a lot , but it's enough to make a whole family sick for weeks . And now with Global Warming becoming more and more of a problem , there are even more germs ! Which means more viruses and diseases and more medicine and shots . What is this ? Germs have their own circle of life ? I say we just spray the entire world , every corner of it with Lysol so we have less to worry about . But that's not realistically possible , now is it ?

Summer Fierce

My Definition of a Best Friend .

What characteristics does one withhold to be considered a best friend ?

Is it someone you talk to when you're in a time of need or is it someone you talk to ALL the time ? A best friend is someone who shares all your moments of glory and all your moments of pain with . It's someone who you can always count on to cheer you on , hold your hand , be your shoulder to cry on , be the one that yells at you and yells at you until you find your mind again . A best friend is someone you can condole in and someone you are comfortable enough to tell anything . A best friend is someone that is so close to you , you can barely tell they're not biologically related to you . A best friend is someone that cries with you , laughs with you , screams with you , loves you , holds you , and cherishes you . A best friend is like a mother , a father , a sister , a brother ; they can shape shift into who ever you need them to be . A best friend knows you like the back of their hand . You are like an open book to them ; no secrets , no lies . There is a certain trust that a best friend is able to build with you and it can never be broken . Friends are there to listen to what you say . Best friends are there to listen to what you say and what you don't say . When you have a past that's too hard to look back at , or you have a future that holds countless terrors and you are to afraid to look back or ahead ; you can look right beside you and that's where you're best friend will stand forever . A best friend is someone that never walks in front of you ; out of fear you may not follow . A best friend is someone who never walks behind you ; out of fear you may get lost . A best friend is someone that walks beside you . They guide you ; you guide them . When you feel like the whole world has their backs turned on you ; like every one is walking out of your life , your best friend will walk , run into your life . A best friend is someone that sees the pain behind your smile . A best friend is someone that would put them self on the line to save you . A best friend is your guiding light in the darkness . A best friend is someone that tells you everything ; hides nothing from you .
That's what a best friend is to me .

"Everyone hears what you say. Friends listen to what you say. Best friends listen to what you don't say."
- Anon

Summer Fierce

That's Not a Bad Habit ; It's Just Stupid .

Why do people smoke ?

Who invented the cigarette ?

Why would he do that ? !

It's becoming more and more common to see young adolescents smoking . It's disgusting . After observing people at school , I realized that at least half of the people there partake in some sort of drugs or alcohol . But why ? Is it to be cool ? Or do they actually get a thrill out of destroying their body and corrupting their own minds ? Besides the fact ; how do these under-aged teens manage to always get there hands on the stuff ? Where are our cops ? I see them circling the hall-ways of my school everyday . I've seen students dealing drugs right there in those same halls . What's the point of having those officers there ? The problem's only amplifying . They are really not doing their jobs . It's not like the students are only smoking cigarettes either ; they've gotten their hands on some of the most illegal substances and they are continuing to get away with it . There should be a law that allows teachers to tell the parents of the students . As soon as the smokers step off of school property , they are allowed to get themselves involved in just about anything and the teachers can't stop them . The teachers probably feel helpless and hopeless . There are some straight A , top of the class students that go down that road as well and no one can stop them ; or at least , no one tries to . They're scared they'll get on their bad side and either make them hate you or go even further down the road . It's complicated and it's stupid . But I don't bother getting myself involved with them . I figure that if they want to ruin their lives and damage their health , than so-be-it . It's not me that it's hurting , it's themselves . Maybe it'll hurt a little to know that my friends are choosing drugs over our friendship , school or health , but it'll hurt them a lot more in the long-run .

I'm just glad that my parents brought me up and taught me to always take the path of least resistance .

Summer Fierce 

Walking in a Winter Wonderland .

I celebrate Christmas & Diwali . I'm Hindu . I never understood why my family celebrates Christmas . I guess it's because I never asked . I never asked because I didn't want to stop because I loved all the presents and lights and food . Christmas is supposed to be a time of joy , happiness and spending time with your loved ones . That's one of my few lines in this play I'm in called The Christmas Redemption . For many , that's not the castle . It's either a hustle and bustle to get everything ready for the holidays , such as gifts , hair , nails , food , etc . , and then for others it's a time of grieving over a lost loved one , financial constraints , loss of job , etc . So Christmas can and is of great depression for many . Those who are able to find that happiness and warmth should really embrace those moments , thank God and never take them for granted . At any given moment , in a flash , all of that can be gone . Life is full of surprises . I'm one of the lucky ones , I guess . I spend every Christmas with my family in a warm house . My parents make the seasonal food , which I absolutely love and we decorate the house - inside and out . Even if we can only afford to give each other the smallest gift , we do so with love and treasure it . We write each other cards that are worth more than any gift on the planet is worth because of what is written in them . I think that's the greatest gift of all ; the gift of love . Which is why it is especially hard for those who don't have anybody to love or to love them . Seeing all these smiles everywhere they look , just adds to their sorrow of not having that .

So this Christmas , my goal is to give at least one person the gift of happiness and love . It can be a complete stranger , or someone I know that I've never reached out to . I challenge you to do the same . Make a difference in someone's life . You never know ; you may even be the reason they hold on and make it through this holiday .

Summer Fierce 

Post - Production of Scripted Scenes .

After a long-awaited chance to perform due to minor setbacks in our class schedule and me being sick for a number of days , we finally did it . Unfortunately , I wasn't anywhere near completely recovered from my illness , so I wasn't able to put %100 into it . But that's no excuse . I felt my lungs getting smaller and smaller , I felt like I was going to throw up on stage . Thank God I didn't . The backstage scene was a last minute decision Jasleen , my scene partner , and I made . It worked out pretty well , but had we created the idea sooner on , it would have been so much better . Personally , I feel that we rushed through the scene . We forgot a couple of pauses and ran right through the climatic point . I wasn't paying attention to the music while I was on stage , so I don't remember what was being played , which is a bad thing because the music is supposed to set the mood for the audience AND the actors . Clearly , it didn't . I think the script kind of took a huge toll on how well we performed too . It wasn't all that interesting and the climax wasn't very evident . If we could do this whole performance again , we would definetly choose a better script and rehearse more . We would make all decisions at least two days before the performance to give us time to stage it all and work with our tech people . We haven't received our notes on the performance yet or our grade , so we have no idea what the rest of the class and our teacher might have seen it as . Who knows , maybe we did better than we think we did . Hopefully .

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Pre - Production of Scripted Scenes .

For about two weeks we worked on scripted scene work . We chose our partners and then our scripts . My partner was one of my bestest buddies , Jasleen . I chose her because I've worked with her in the past , since Grade nine actually , and so I know that she is really strong and reliable . I memorized my lines earlier on than her because she was overwhelmed with having to memorize a script for Eco Buzz , but the timing was alright since Eco Buzz was before our performance . Once we both had it comfortably memorized , we tried different things with it . We put on different accents and ran through the whole script ; including Australian , Western/Country and British . Then we put on different genres , such as , Soap Opera , Mystery and Horror . We did that to help us become better memorized with the script so that the words would just flow out of us . It worked out pretty well . We chose our costumes according to how we saw the characters . My character was a lawyer who is high up in the firm , which means she's wealthier . Jasleen's character was more of a rookie , but still a lawyer , so she dressed similar to me . The setting was a dinner party being held for me , so we had to step it up another notch . After watching the first few performances , we went back to the drawing board and made minor adjustments on how to execute the performance . We decided to incorporate the backstage area to give it that little effect of a more real feeling , like something was happening before the scene and we didn't just start out of no where . We selected our music early on , since we both have a strong knowledge on choosing music .

Summer Fierce

If Time Was Unlimited .

What if you could freeze time ? Or better yet , what if you could freeze a certain time frame in your life and just keep living it over and over again ? What would that moment be ? It could be a minute long or it could be a year that was just perfect or so profound that you could spend eternity living it over and over again . I would have too many moments to choose from . Like the rare moments that my family spends together as a whole just laughing and not yelling or crying . Those are the moments that I could never get tired of . Or being in the arms of my parents' ; I'd stay there forever even if I didn't have the ability to freeze time and if they'd let me stay there .

If there was one long period of time that I truly feel I spent most of it being happy , it would be first semester of grade eleven . That's when I joined the Director's Craft Package . That's when I made a class full of friends that were more like family than friends . That's when I became a part of Stagelife . There was not one morning I woke up and didn't want to attend class . Seeing those people everyday just lightened my spirits and made me happy . I spent a long while finding true happiness after my family moved to Brampton and they helped me find it ; they gave it to me . Each person in that class could be a smile on my face at any given moment and they just made me feel like I belong . I made real friends during that time . The adventures we went on , the jokes we laughed at and the memories we share are all beautiful in their own way . They friendship that we shared during that time is as strong as the friendship that people take an entire lifetime building upon ; it was strong and profound .

StageLife 09 - 10 - Forever

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If Time Was Limited .

What would you do if you knew you only had a certain amount of time left to live ? What if it were only two weeks ? Would you break , or would you cease the moment; capture all you've ever wanted ? I don't know what I'd do . I would probably need a day to take in the fact that I've lived my life working so hard towards a goal that I'll never reach now . Take a moment to realize that I will never see the people I have in my life again . Take a moment to realize that I won't be what I set out to be . Take a moment to realize that I may be with God at any moment . Take a moment to realize that two weeks just isn't enough . I would spend those two weeks with my family . After all , they are what kept me living for so long . Without them , I'd have been gone sooner . With their love and their empowerment , I am able to push myself in life and keep fighting when it seems that all odds are against me ; like all the world has it's back to me . They are the only people in the world that could possibly offer me a lifetime of happiness in just one day . So I would not go out into the world exploring all the places I ever dreamed of ; sure , that would make me happy for a moment , but that moment won't last forever . I would spend a day alone with each of my family members .

First , my sister . Because I know that every moment that I have spent with her til this day is deep within her heart . She remembers things that I can't even remember . And so my memory will live on forever within her . I will spend that day laughing with her about all the stupid things that we did together , apologizing for all the times we hurt each other , crying about how much we'll miss each other and then tell her how proud I am  and always have been of her . And how I want her to go extra far in life for the both of us and find true love . Second & third ; my Mom and Dad . I'd let them decide who goes first . With my Dad , I would start off by telling him how I always thought him and I had a special father-daughter relationship . And apologize for all the times I argued with him , but ensure him that I wasn't entirely at fault each time , and that he needs to accept being wrong at times , because it doesn't make him any less of a man , instead it makes him more of a Superman . I'll thank him for always being there for me , supporting me , sacrificing things for me and giving me the best childhood I could have ever asked for , although he never had a proper one . I will share my most fondest memories we had with him . And then I will ask him to hold me in his lap for an hour and just listen to his heartbeat as I did when I was a baby . And then just spend that hour embracing him and remembering the rhythm of his heartbeat , the sound of his voice , the comfort of his embrace and the safeness of his presence . With my Mom , I would start off thanking her for all the sacrifices she made for throughout my life . Thank her for the countless nights she stayed up with me whether I was sick or crying about something . Then I would apologize for the countless times that I regretfully hurt her in any way . Apologize for ever making her cry . Apologize for her or my Dad ever having to question whether I still love them . Then I would tell her about my favourite moments we shared . Thank her and my Dad for always pushing me to do what I loved and work hard to reach my every goal , and for teaching me to fight for what I have and continue fighting to keep it . And just like my Dad , I would ask her to hold me in her arms for an hour as I listen to her heartbeat . And then I will again , spend that hour embracing her and remembering the rhythm of her heartbeat , the sound of her voice , the comfort of her embrace and the safeness of her presence . Lastly , my brother because he is young and he may not remember quite as well . I will first apologize for the countless times we fought . Play a few of his favourite games and teach him a few things . And then I would tell him how smart , talented and special he is and that no one can ever take that from him . I will ask him to make sure he works hard for what he wants and make my parents as proud as he's made me . And then I will spend that very last day with all of them together ; no yelling , no shouting , no arguments . Just love and happiness . I'll say my last good-byes and promise to always look upon them from where ever I go and keep them as safe and happy as I can . I will promise to always love them and never , ever forget them . And then I'll go .

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Boys vs . Girls - Part 3 : High School Battle

From day one of high school , you've entered a popularity battle . So your first impression can very well be your last impression . If you're not with the right crowd or you're dressed a certain way , automatically , those become your friends . So if you wore all black , you've basically just made a statement that you are Gothic . If you wore those fishnets on your wrists , than you are either emo and trying to hide the cuts or you are a skater . Even if you aren't either of those and you unintentionally wore them just because you liked them , you've already been pinpointed as some sort of stereotype . Hanging out with the thugs will always get you a look or two from the teachers , especially if you dress like them . If you've established that thug persona for yourself , than your making the statement that you're tough and you have swagger . Nowadays , being a thug also means you do drugs or you sell them . Hanging out with people that smoke , will obviously raise the suspicion that you are a smoker as well .
I think it's hard for girls and boys because there's always that certain look that's portrayed by the media made out to look and be cool . Girls have to wear skin tight clothes and show a lot of skin to get the attention and boys have to have pants that have enough space to fit two of themselves in and their clothes must be brandname otherwise it's not cool .
And it's becoming more and more popular in teens to take part in drugs and alcohol , which raises the interest in teens to do them so they too can be cool . The funny thing about popular kids is that they think that they are being original or making a statement by the way they look and carry themselves . But the truth is , is that they are doing what everyone else is doing . They're following each other and they're following what the media is doing . They do not actually create their own looks . So who's to blame for this battle for popularity and what the standards are to be qualified to be cool ? The media . Just look at how many young artists use drugs and alcohol in their videos and look at the way the dress . We're all just following exactly what they do .

Be real . Be yourself . Start your own trend . Start your own cool .

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Boys vs . Girls - Part 2 : Grades & Popularity .

Is it easier to maintain grades for girls or boys ? Neither . It all depends on you ; how hard you work towards your grades and how career-driven you are . Although , statistics are highly in female graduates and higher in school dropouts for boys , those are just statistics . But maybe they're not just statistics . Maybe they are the reason boys see it to be okay not to put as much effort in their school work that they do in sports and having fun . Maybe seeing the females dominating the intellectual world is too intimidating for them . Or maybe they are just lazy and care more about having fun and popularity than being smart and getting far in life . Popularity is another big issue . Have you noticed that a very low percentage of the popular kids at school have high grade point averages ? I've noticed . And so have the teachers , but no body's really doing anything about it . Nobody really can do anything about it ; it's a decision that they make . It's next to impossible to change the way things work now , because being stupid in school is kind of the new cool , if you really think about it . Prancing around in short skirts , shirts that probably belong to your younger sister that don't cover your belly and holding up the walls , while holding up your jeans is more important than holding up and wearing around an A in math . Anyway , back to my main point . It's actually easier these days for girls to gain popularity and friends . All they need is looks , the right attitude , and they've got it . But for boys , once you're born with a look , there isn't really much you can change . You can change your clothes and sometimes change you hair , but you really need a big , charming personality that is likable by most . The thing with popularity , though , is that you have more fake friends than you have real .

Grades or Looks ?

You could have both .

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Boys Vs . Girls - Part 1 : Jobs & Parents .

The age old question : Is it easier to be a boy or a girl ?

Well in many cases it differs . Such as, getting a job. It all depends on the job that you're applying for . If it's a job in a restaurant , than it all depends on what they are looking for . In that case ; it's more so about the looks than your gender , but that's a whole other blog topic ! There are so many things that I find , as do many others , are easier for girls than they are for boys . Such as gaining trust from your parents . Girls aren't really seen or expected to get into all sorts of trouble like boys . The biggest concern for parents with girls , is them getting pregnant , but with boys there's getting into drugs , fights , alcohol and so on . Even though girls also partake in all of those , due to statistics and the ratios , boys are seen more inclined to do so . But then when girls want to do something or go somewhere , it's like a cross-examination scene in a movie . Their parents need to have a written out itinerary of how their outing will go and where they will be at every moment . Okay , that may be overexagerrating a little , but you get my point . The reason for that is that girls are a lot more fragile and gullible , so their parents see risks of them getting hurt at every corner of the world . Boys , on the otherhand , are usually more streetsmart and can defend themselves from harmful things , such as , predators .

Summer Fierce