Abbie Sloan

Another movie that I watched was Mean Girls. While I though Mean Girls was slightly more realistic than Rebel Without a Cause, it was still wrong about high school. I don’t think that we have any Plastics at our school nor do I think that there are any girls like that at any school. High school stereotypes are almost always wrong in high school. From watching these kind of movies as a kid I was scared for high school. I remember thinking freshmen year that high school would be horrible. These fake stereotypes ruin the idea of high school for kids. 

My parents completely agreed with me. My mom though the acting was bad and that it was a very unrealistic portrayal of high school. My step-dad agreed as well. The thought the movie was stupid and had nothing good to say about it. My parents didn’t remember high school being like that at all. They were not fans. 

“Rebel Without a Cause” was not a good movie. Like my classmates, I found it to be a very unrealistic portrayal of high school. I have never seen people play chicken, it’s a stupid idea. I have never seen new kids be bullied like that. Usually at school, the new kid is cool and people try to get and know the person. The acting was bad and I didn’t find the stereotypes to be true. In my opinion, it was a bad movie. 

No matter how cheesy it sounds, my goal and moral is to try and make at least one person smile a day. There is no logical reason as to why I try to do this, its simply a feeling. I feel like people should smile, and if I can cause that then that makes me happy too. I try to make someone happy, for no logical reason. It’s just something I do. 

One day it finally hit me. I don’t remember when or how it happened, but one day I finally understood that my dad was dead. I understood that he wasn’t going to come home one day, that he wasn’t going to suddenly show up in my life again. He was gone and there was nothing I could do about it.

Once I realized this, I became a different person. I stopped hoping and wishing he would come home. My birthday wishes changed from hoping for my dad to come back into my life to wanting stuff. I stopped talking to him and hoping that I would she him somewhere. I stopped looking to the sky and thinking of him. I became a different person. I became a girl without a dad. That what I became and what I defined myself as. I was different than everyone else. I realized who I was. 

http://www.whitechapelcemetery.com/

Here lies my dad. I haven’t been there for a while; it’s been too long. 

The voice in my head tells me that I am for something better. I don’t know what that better thing is, but I know there is something better for me. It tells me that my parents aren’t always right, and that I shouldn’t blindly trust everything people tell me. I am smart enough to make my own decisions, and smart enough to figure out what I want and why I believe in. 

I completely agree with Tannen’s conclusion. There is no way in modern society for a woman to be unmarked. Everything about a woman is a marker. Clothes, shoes, hair, name, actions, voice, everything about a woman marks her. Personally, my name is a huge marker. Because my name is so common, my last name is always attached. I’m rarely called Abbie, it’s almost always Abbie Sloan or Abbie S. Everything about how I act and what I do are the ways in which I fill my role as a woman. And sadly there seems nothing that I can do about it.