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| A Tribute to Eric and Dylan |
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| At first, I hated them. I hated Eric and Dylan because I was different, and now everyone at my school pointed the finger at me, and said that I was going to do the same thing they did. I was going to go shoot up my school, because of the way I looked and the way I liked to look different from others. I was constantly made fun of. People threw soda on me, on girl punched me in the back of the head. Counselors called me into their offices and told me that I wasnt allowed to wear black, that I looked like a murderer. Rumors flew, I all by my self, was going to create the next Columbine. I began to wonder about the feelings I felt towards the people who made fun of me. It was always bad, but it was never this bad. I hated Eric and Dylan... if they just wouldve kept their cool- so I didnt have to lose mine. I found myself hurting, and becoming more and more angry. I wanted to hurt the people that were hurting me. I wanted to make them suffer. |
| I began to sit in the corner in the Library. I would hide in there. No one could make fun of me there, amongst all the books and closed in walls. I found alot of time to think about the way I was feeling. Did Eric and Dylan feel this way? They must have. I began to wonder if the people who made fun of me knew that it was these things that pushed Dylan and Eric to do the things they did. MAKING them the outcast, instead of showing them the love and understanding that everyone should know. |
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| Eric and Dylan were hurting. Their words were harsh, because harsh words were spoken to them. Anyone might break in a situation like that. And I almost did. Eric and Dylan were not the last to die on the day that they shot 13 people at their school. They were the first to die. They were gone long before they pulled the triggers, because of the way that they were treated. Kids in the school system today have a chance to change that. They have a chance to show understanding to all of their peers, despite hair color, skin color, |
| music prefrance, or sport prefrance. We all breathe, we all feel guilt and regret, we all have blood pumping through our veins. We are all sharing the same Earth, and we should all show each other respect and a loving attitude. Otherwise we ourselves create the hatred in those around us. We ourselves create hatred, like the hatred that brewed inside of Dylan and Eric. I dont care if people are closed minded towards me anymore, I smile no matter what. I hope that by doing so they will see that being different dosent mean that you have a personal Vendetta out on the World. It just means that you dont want to be another brick in the wall. I hope that in my smile they see, that I have no violent streak in me, that I like them, am a human being, with emotions and feelings. And I hope they think twice before they move on to the next "different" person. I hope that they go forward thinking "maybe, just maybe, they arent all the same." -Rachel Routon |
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