Once upon a time

There lived a beautiful little girl. She grew up in a protected castle, surrounded by a lush green forrest. She played all day, slept all night and was so ignorantly unaware of the maddness that ensued outside her castle walls. Then one day, the walls came crashing down and she was hit full force with reality. She tried to escape but not even she could do so unscathed.

This is the story that I find represents many of our lives. At what point does childhood innocence vanish? At one point do the things we get from boys become more serious than cooties? At what point does cutting mean more than paper? Can childhood innocence ever survive the terrifying adolescent years? I wish it were so. But the sad truth plaguing many, is with each new generation of children that preservation of childhood innocence becomes smaller and smaller. Today someone told me they lost their virginity in the sixth grade. Sixth. Grade. You are what? eleven years old? I looked at her with a look of horror while she merely smirked at me as if she was saying-it's life. get over it.

Living in SC is so different than Bangkok. Almost every girl here has little or no respect for their body and the boys-they just love taking advantage of that. Here, being on birth control is common you would think its the new tylenol for girls or something. I guess I'm so use to Bangkok, where if you were having sex you weren't so...so open about it. & you didn't talk about it much less brag about it. But no, the standards are completely flipped over here and witnessing this change makes the will to cling to my morals so much more concrete. Why follow the crowd when you can be remembered by being different?

Speaking of different, ASB Elections are tomorrow. I'm running for Commissioner of Welfare & Community Service. Unfortunately, I am not running unopposed. I'm acutally running agaisnt someone who has a lot of experience in this field but I am confident that Iwill prevail (confident, not cocky). & even if I don't win, the whole experience was life changing to say the least. During lunch, I went around to the different tables at school and just started talking to them-asking them to vote me, something that terrified me but also helped me. The more I did it, the more comfortable I began to feel and the more people I began to meet. I wish the best of luck to my opponent, either one of us would do an amazing job at being Commissioner.

Love the life you live, live the life you love.
love & rockets,
V.Adams
(yes I did watch my life as liz before writing this)