Bad News       AS MOST OF YOU NOW KNOW, THIS PUBLICATION HAS DISTRURBED MANY SCHOOL STAFF AND SOME STUDENTS. THEY HAVE ENDURED A GREAT DEAL OF PAIN AND INCREDIBLE MENTAL ANGUISH, WHICH IS HARD TO DESCRIBE. THESE FEELINGS MAY HAVE BEEN CAUSED BY A DEEPER-ROOTED CHILDHOOD TRAUMA WHICH WOULD BE BEST TREATED WITH THERAPY, BUT WE WILL DISCUSS THE 13 STEP PROGRAM IN A LATER ISSUE.       WE, THE PUBLISHERS OF THE ABOMINATION WRITING ON THE STALL, HAVE DECIDED TO CONTINUE EXPRESSING OURSELVES FREELY.       SOME VERY INTERESTING WORDS WERE STUCK IN MY MIND AFTER A BRIEF MEETING WITH AN ADMIRED TEACHER, "IF THERE'S ANOTHER ISSUE, YOU WON'T GRADUATE." AS I HEARD THIS, MY VOICE DROPPED AND I BEGAN TO SEE THE SERIOUSNESS OF OUR STAND. DESPITE THOSE WORDS, I AM STILL WRITING AND YOU, MY WEARY READER, ARE STILL READING.       SOME JUNIORS MAY BE HAPPY TO KNOW THAT I WILL NOT BE LEAVING WITH THE REST OF MY SENIORS ON MAY 27TH. INSTEAD, I WILL BE HERE ROAMING THE HALLS FOR ANOTHER 9 MONTHS, HAUNTING THE BATHROOMS AND CLASSROOMS WITH A WEEKLY ANTI-ESTABLISHMENT NEWSLETTER. The Superficial Social Condom       I'm disgusted with people who are two-faced. Your fragile social cow pie circles are spoiling the air I breathe. Tell me what motivates you to feed in their stalls while you secretly poison them? Every day I hear the poison dripping from your lips. Are you feeling guilt in your stomach as you read this?       Why don't you tell them how

you feel? If you won't tell the people that you can't stand them, that you hate them, how can you be honest to yourself? A lot of people think I'm a jerk. I probably am. I don't have a problem with what you think. I even enjoy the idea that some people hate me (makes me feel important). The reason my panties are in a wad is you don't tell me you think I'm an obnoxious pervert. You don't tell the poor saps about how you crush them behind their backs.       I think you are worse than the people you talk about, you spineless cowards. I know what you are thinking behind those beady eyes. You say I'm a prick because I'm straightforward and honest. I say you are the prick because you're nice in the hallways-you even smile, but deep down, you hate me. When I can't hear you , you ask my friends how they can stand to be near me. Get off your steeple of pride before you fall.       Stop hiding behind popular opinion and the approval of others. You need to develop a brain and a backbone. Do you have a soul or are you someone else's puppet i.e. Pinocchio?       The superficial social condom is everything we do to be accepted. It's the thin layer of lies between what people see and what we really are. Have an original thought, one which doesn't come from your so-called friends. What will you do when the condom breaks? When high school is long gone, will you find another social condom and continue to screw yourself out of a reality.       I have something to tell you, the social condom is full of holes. If we keep using it, we will become infected with...none other than... pockarlousiousmonotinious (Beliveing everything ABC tells you, working a job you despise and picking up the soap of