Hi there.

Those of you who chat with me on a regular basis know this, but I'm in the process of getting ready for college. You know, packing up my room while cleaning it, trying to get a job nearby...the usual.

Those of you who may not know me near as well...now you know. I'm going to college to be an electrician. After college, I'm going to move back down to my original hometown and proceed in a career in fire alarm service and installation.

For those of you watching me that are wanting to see some art...I'm sorry to disappoint you, but it's not going to happen. I can't draw, or anything...oh well.

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During high school, I have learned many things. Most of which, the teachers had taught me through the literature.

Other things have been learned through watching others.

And other things...I've ended up teaching myself. Mostly stuff about myself. Most recently, though...the fact that I'm bi...big suprise there, right?

In high school...kids are just kids. No secret there. Being the person I am, however...I'm the quiet one. I'm always sitting in a corner, just minding my own business....trying to stay out of everyone elses way. I'm sure we know how that goes...someone comes up, starts irritating you....you retaliate, get in trouble...start getting suicidal thoughts, want to actually do it, and all of a sudden....everyone starts to care....for a bit.

Before we go any further, you should know the following: I'm short, autistic and have may medical conditions that nobody seemed to understand.

Of course...i've heard all the short jokes. Midget, leprechaun (which a few of my friends actually made it funny...for a while)...I've heard just about everything. Of course, everyone says to not let it get to you...me being autistic, that's next-to-impossible. That's where the whole "suicidal thoughts" thing comes into play.

After enduring about 8 hours of idiots calling me "shrimp", and "turbo" (some stupid nickname that stuck...still hate it), I finally get to dads truck (I drove to school through 3 grade quarters...always drove dad's truck, my car wasn't licensed), and head home...radio on, all that.

So, I get about halfway home, and a depressing song comes on the radio. Well...I'm sure you can imagine what that does to me. The power button gets hit (kinda hard, too), and the radio shuts off...now I'm just listening to the engine and the sound of a Dodge Ram on a gravel road...now I'm getting more depressed for some reason.

I finally get home, and of course...i feel horrible. Suicidal thoughts have flooded my head by this point, and no matter how hard I try, I can't shake 'em. By now, I feel sick to my stomach....yeah, it got that bad.

I drag myself into bed and nap...dad comes home,and lets me sleep (Thank you dad...so glad you didn't really ever bug me when I was sleeping). Wake up a couple hours later, hungry...get something to eat, then get in a bit of trouble with my parents because I forgot to do something....*sigh*

Do that, sit on the PC for a bit and go to bed. That was my entire day. Quite depressing, huh?

Alright, let's sum things up. From this average day, what have we learned?

Well...kids will judge you by looks...except for that rare person that doesn't mind that you're short, or anything like that.

People don't understand how bad words really hurt. Kids and adults alike.

I'm constantly depressed, but that's beside the point.



I guess the point I'm trying to make is...when you say something to someone...think about how they might feel about it.

Sure, me and my friends joke about some of the short jokes. I don't mind those, but...when it comes from certain people, it does hurt.

Words can, and do hurt.

If you want...please, share some of your stories on this subject. I'd love to read them..not that I like depressing stories, I just want to see other peoples views on this matter.

Thanks
-Nate