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I Lost My Best Friend… Because She Was Jealous Of My Boyfriend

Jessica Booth — Thu, 13 Dec 2012 18:40:25 +0000

What’s the one thing that may hurt just as much as a relationship ending? A best friend breakup. Unfortunately, I know this because I recently lost my best friend. And to put it bluntly, it sucked.

A few years ago, I got really close with a girl I’ll call K. K and I worked together and so we were with each other constantly. It wasn’t long before we were both basically obsessed with each other, the way you can only be obsessed with a brand new best friend who totally gets you and finishes your sentences. We had a ton of stuff in common and spent our long, boring hours at work bonding over boys we thought we were cute, clothes we wanted to buy and people at work we mutually hated. It didn’t take long for us to start hanging out outside of work.

I thought K was awesome, but she didn’t seem to have many other friends besides me. Besides the fact that she told me she didn’t have many friends, she wasn’t too popular at our job. Everyone we worked with regularly called her a bitch and asked me how I could hang out with her so much. I didn’t really pay attention to it – I got along with K and didn’t care what other people thought about her. But sometimes things did get a little weird.

K seemed to have an endless amount of time to hang out with me. I guess the best way to describe her was needy – it was like she expected me to hang out with her during every minute of my free time. When we weren’t together, she was texting me constantly. She usually called me at night to gossip before bed and whenever I made plans with my other friends, she got obviously annoyed, although she never said anything. The thing was, even though K didn’t have many other people to hang out with, I did. I tried to include her in my group when I could, but I wasn’t about to make my life all about her the way she was doing with me.

When we weren’t working or talking about our mutual love of Ryan Gosling or The Little Mermaid, K and I spent most of our time talking about guys. K was desperate for a boyfriend and constantly moaned about how much she wanted to meet a nice guy. We spent way too much time trading dating and flirting horror stories and discussing how we would probably be single forever but it was fine because all guys sucked anyway.

And then one day, I met a guy and we started dating not too long after. At first, K was super supportive. She asked me for all the details of our hangouts, got excited for me at all the right moments of my stories and never stopped telling me how lucky I was. Around the same time I got a BF, I also got a full-time job at another company. I started juggling my time between my boyfriend, my job, my other friends and K… and naturally, I couldn’t spend as much time with K as I had in the past.

I’ll admit, there were a few nights when I had to cancel plans with K for various reasons, and it definitely became harder for us to hang out as much as we used to. I could tell K was getting mad – she stopped calling all the time, started getting silent whenever I brought up my BF and acted weird when I asked her to hang out. I tried as hard as I could to make time for K, and there was never a time when I ditched her for my boyfriend. I even brought her to hang out with us when we went to parties. But it didn’t seem to matter. She started distancing herself from me more and more and I couldn’t understand why.

After we went a full two weeks without speaking for no particular reason whatsoever, I texted her to ask her what was going on. She responded to tell me that she felt like I was constantly blowing her off to be with my BF. I was seriously so confused – I hung out with my BF once, maybe twice, a week. I had made every attempt to call her, make plans with her and text her. She was the one constantly blowing me off!

How do you deal when your friends are leaving you out?

But since she was one of my BFF’s and I didn’t want to lose her, I swallowed my pride, apologized and said I hadn’t realized. At first, things were cool. We started hanging out and talking again. But after a few weeks, she went right back to what she had been doing before.

Finally, I stopped making an effort to see her. I was sick of being the only one trying to keep our friendship alive. I would text her and not get a response for hours. I would call her, but she would be busy with her new friend, a girl who was obviously replacing me. Another super immature thing? She started tweeting cryptic messages about girls who abandon their friends for their boyfriends… and they were obviously about me. At some point, I realized that K was jealous that I was in a relationship and she wasn’t. Since I wasn’t about to break up with my boyfriend to be her friend, I felt like there was nothing I could do.

In the end, our friendship just kind of ended without a word from either of us. She stopped calling me and I stopped calling her. She kept on tweeting about me and I kept ignoring it. Eventually, she deleted me off Facebook, and I knew that I had officially lost my best friend. I was angry that she had done this just because she was jealous – but I was more upset that I had lost her as my friend. Despite the fact that she could be clingy, K was my BFF. She understood me in a way a lot of other people didn’t and we had had a ton of fun together.

I still really miss K, but I have no idea how to handle things. Our friendship ended so awkwardly that I feel like there’s no salvaging things. We haven’t spoken in almost a year, but I still miss our long life talks and silly movie nights. Even though I have other BFF’s and I still have my boyfriend, I still would have loved to stay friends with K. Sometimes I consider texting her and saying hi, trying to resolve things… but other times I think about all the mean things she said about me online and how she just blew me off, and I feel like we’re better off not being in each other’s lives. So I want to know: what would you do if you were in my position?

Have you ever lost a BFF? Have you ever been in this situation? Would you try to be friends with K again if you were me? Tell me in the comments!

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My 7th Grade Teacher Made Me Afraid To Masturbate

Jessica Booth — Mon, 10 Dec 2012 20:19:09 +0000

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Up until I was about 12-years-old, I was terrified to masturbate. And to have sex. And to have oral sex. And even to just touch a guy on a body part that wasn’t usually visible. It wasn’t because I was worried about doing something wrong or getting hurt or embarrassing myself. No, it was because I was scared that I was going to get damned to hell by God and Jesus themselves, because that’s what my 7th grade teacher told me.

Let me explain: Up until high school began, I was a Catholic school kid. I wore a uniform to school every day, had nuns as teachers, got detention if I chewed gum and took a daily religion class, where I learned all about Catholicism. In sixth grade, we got The Talk. My class was split until a girl group and a boy group and hearded into the auditorium, where they showed us “naked” pictures of girls and boys and explained how sex and the reproductive system worked.

After drilling it into our heads that sex was something only married couples did only when they wanted to have babies, our teachers warned us never to have premarital sex unless we wanted to go to hell and have God hate us. After our school Talk, my teacher encouraged our parents to have The Talk at home too, so that my school didn’t have to deal with it (I’m guessing). When my parents approached me, I cried hysterically the entire time and then locked myself in my room to pray because I didn’t want to go to hell.

In 7th grade, my teacher, an extremely strict and old nun, talked to us more about sexuality. She loved to scream to get her point across and obviously I was so scared of her I couldn’t look her in the eye. On the day she told us about masturbation, she slammed her religion textbook shut and stood in front of us angrily. According to her, masturbation was a sin that was not to be tolerated. She told us that masturbation was basically a one-way ticket to purgatory, where we would have to sit and make our sins right before we could enter heaven. Purgatory was not good, she said. She said that if we failed to right our sins, we would end up stuck in purgatory forever, or we would end up in hell. Then she yelled at us a lot about why we should never consider masturbating or having sex, unless we wanted God to look down on us in anger.

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I was terrified. The boys in my class who were already chock full of hormones were shaking a little bit (except for the rebels – they were like, whatever man). I couldn’t help but wonder how God would know we were masturbating. Was he watching all of us? How did he do it? Did he make a a list of all the times that we had touched ourselves? If I went to purgatory, would I ever end up in heaven? My teacher had succeeded in freaking me the heck out.

For a little while, I was scared of anything sexual because I really didn’t want to go to hell. But then I switched over to public school for high school, and things started to change. In health class, I learned more about masturbation and sex, facts that I had never once heard in Catholic school. I heard my peers talk about that kind of stuff like it was no big deal. No one ever said that doing it was a sin – in fact, all everyone seemed to talk about was how great it was. I thought, if everyone is doing it, then does that mean everyone is going to purgatory? I decided that that wasn’t possible.

Once, I let someone in on my fears. I admitted to my first boyfriend that masturbation kind of freaked me out. After he practically died of shock, he sputtered out, “but why?!” I told him that I didn’t want to go to hell and all of that good stuff. At first, I thought he was going to laugh, but instead he just gave me a really weird look and asked me why I would think that. When I told him what my old school taught me, he shook his head and said, “Dude, that is so wrong.”

After a while, I stopped being so afraid. I learned that while Catholicism is against masturbation, that doesn’t mean the rest of the world is. Now, I have nothing against people who stick strictly to Catholicism. That’s your belief and your choice and I’m not going to judge you for it. But here’s the thing: I don’t think masturbation is wrong. What do I think is wrong? The fact that my school scared the crap out of a bunch of innocent young teens who were trying to figure out all of this sexual stuff on their own. Making yourself feel good is healthy, normal and completely acceptable. I still call myself a Catholic, but I have to say I’m glad I stopped going to Catholic school and stopped being afraid of everything that had to do with sex.

Can you relate to this story? Does your religion tell you that masturbating and sex is wrong? Do you think that’s true? Tell me in the comments.

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Confession: I Was Kind Of, Sort Of, A Band Groupie

Jessica Booth — Tue, 20 Nov 2012 21:26:16 +0000

When I heard that the band The Cab (an awesome band that is definitely worth checking out if you haven’t heard of them!) recently released a brand new music video featuring one of my favorite young stars Hailee Steinfeld, I felt a a little proud seeing them accomplish something so huge. Why? It’s not like I’m their mom or their girlfriend or even their friend – then that proud feeling would make sense. No, it’s because when they were much smaller and less well-known, I got the chance to hang out with them.

Guys, here’s a confession: I used to kind of, sort of be a band groupie. And by saying I was kind of a band groupie I mean I just wanted to be one. There was a period of my life in college where nothing made me happier than going to a good show – screaming, sweaty fans, band dudes in tight pants and messy hair and waiting outside for hours just to get a glimpse of them all seemed awesome to me.

I started hanging out with a friend named J. She was sort of friends with Gabe Saporta, the lead singer of the band Cobra Starship, and had even appeared in their music video for “Good Girls Go Bad.” J was a legit band groupie and so she had connections. She was obviously kind of my idol. I started wearing beanies and lots of bracelets and indie girl clothes and following her around whenever she invited me to shows. Except J’s connections weren’t so legit – she’s pretty and had the ability to flirt with managers, who eventually could sometimes allow us to meet the guys in the band. It wasn’t a foolproof system.

But J did get me into a few cool situations. I spent more than one night hanging out in bars with Gabe Saporta and the rest of the guys (and girl) in Cobra Starship. And by hanging out I mean awkwardly standing near Gabe while girls flocked all over him and J talked up any dude who looked like he was part of the scene. One night after a Cobra show, we followed them to a bar near my house. I was excited at first, but after a few hours spent standing next to Gabe as he nonstop texted while girls tried to get his attention (I was never so bold), I got bored. Then a dude from another band hit on me and it was weird, so I went home. My friends were all like, “Why would you leave a bar when you were there hanging with Cobra Starship?” and I was all like, “Guys, you don’t understand the strange life of band groupies.”

Gabe, one of my friends and myself at the VMA’s.

Remember when the MTV VMA’s were held in New York City in 2009 (that fateful year Kanye West stole Taylor Swift’s spotlight)? Well, Cobra Starship was performing and their grand entrance was to show up in an NYC double-decker tour bus filled with fans (all friends of the band in someway) cheering for them. J got me and another friend on the bus. It was cool – we got up close looks at the celebrities entering the show and Gabe gave us sunglasses and prizes while he sat and chatted with us. Gabe is actually a really cool guy when he’s not texting, which is a lot of the time.

Another time, J and I went to a Taking Back Sunday show (TBS has been my favorite band for 10 years now and I’m a little obsessed with them). After the show, she waited outside the venue with me until 1:30 in the morning when the lead singer Adam Lazzara finally stumbled outside to leave. His manager allowed me to say exactly five words to him and after I finished babbling about how much he meant to me, I cried a little bit then called everyone I knew to brag.

When J introduced me to the band The Cab, I loved them immediately because their songs were super catchy and they also were very nice to their fans. After one of their shows, J and I and a few of our friends stayed behind to try to hang out with them. We started talking to their manager and found out they were going on the road that night – but him and the band invited us to meet them in upstate New York at their next show and we could hang after that. And so we drove seven hours to follow them there the next day. Let me repeat that – seven hours.

Me with Alex Marshall from The Cab.

When we got there, we had missed their show but we hung around in the parking lot like creeps and waited for them to come outside. We were like, “OMG what if they don’t remember us?” but they did, and even though they looked sort of surprised that we were actually there (because who actually does this stuff? Oh, right, me), they told us to follow them to their hotel room. And so we did, and we all hung out all night until we passed out at 5:30 in the morning. Nothing weird happened guys, I swear (I’m not that kind of wanna-be band groupie, okay?). It was just like a group of friends hanging out, talking, laughing and having a good time.

After that, I pretty much wanted to hang out with every band ever because I thought they might all be as cool as the guys from The Cab, but that didn’t happen. While all of that stuff above was cool, and while I got to meet other band dudes also, trying to be a groupie got old fast. Honestly, I felt a little pathetic after a while. That whole scene was full of both girls and guys constantly trying their hardest to hang out with a band they loved. They all tried to one up each other by acting like it was no biggie, when it was totally obvious they were loving every second of it. Once I got excited about meeting Trace Cyrus (I know. I KNOW. You don’t need to tell me that is ridiculous), and these other girls stared at me like I was a disgusting cockroach on the floor. I mean, how can I live in a world where I can’t be excited about things?

In the end, I decided that I liked sleep (being a band groupie is time consuming, guys) and real people a lot better than band guys who tend to forget about you the next day because they’re constantly surrounded by girls just like you. Sometimes I still bring up my story about hanging with The Cab (because, I mean, it was pretty cool), but most of the time I just like to laugh at myself for trying to be someone I’m not. It was fun while it lasted and I’m not trashing anyone who does it, but I guess it’s just not my thing.

Have you ever been sort of a band groupie? What’s your favorite band? Did you ever get to meet anyone in a band? Do you listen to The Cab, Cobra Starship or Taking Back Sunday? Which band would you love to hang out with? Tell me in the comments!

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Comments Of The Week: 8 Of Your Most Cringe-Worthy Moments

Jessica Booth — Fri, 09 Nov 2012 21:00:14 +0000

This week, we noticed that a lot of you guys were commenting with some of your most cringe-worthy experiences. We know all about awkward moments here at Gurl and we love sharing funny, embarrassing stories… that’s why we have hookup confessions and I Can’t Believe He Said That! Laughing at some of the weird/crappy things that happen to you is better then feeling bad about them, so we’re so glad you guys shared! Check out our comments of the week – totally worthy of our hookup confessions section:

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What were your favorite comments this week? Want to share your most embarrassing moment? What was your favorite out of these 8? Tell me in the comments!

I Wish I Had Gone Away To College

Jessica Booth — Thu, 04 Oct 2012 16:00:39 +0000

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In middle school, when most people weren’t even thinking about high school yet, I had already decided exactly what I wanted to do about college. I gave myself two options, just in case one didn’t work out the way I planned (I swear, this was the most organized and driven I have ever been about anything ever). My first option was to go to a private university, Hofstra, 20 minutes away from my house. I was taking writing seminars there at the time, and I had fallen in love with everything about the pretty school. My second option was to go to NYU and live in New York City – because it’s New York City, obviously.

All I knew was that I wanted to live at school. It seemed so exciting – I couldn’t wait to get a dorm room to decorate and a new set of friends to be BFFs with. But when I was a senior in high school and it came time to actually make a decision about college, I made the decision to live at home and commute. And I know this is going to sound dramatic, but I regret that almost every day.

My main reason for staying home wasn’t because I would be terribly homesick or that I would miss my family or that I was scared. Although those were all factors in my decision, the real reason I decided to commute was because of my boyfriend at the time. Let me tell you something: it was the stupidest decision I ever made.

I had started dating D at the beginning of our sophomore year of high school, and by the time I had celebrated my sixteenth birthday, we had promised each other we were going to get married and be together forever. D was my whole world. I had ditched most of my friends to be with him as much as possible, and we were literally together every spare moment we had.

Pretty much how I felt when I realized I screwed up | Source: ShutterStock

When the college discussion came up, D was stubborn. He was going to a community college in our town and so he would obviously be staying local. I told him about my plans to live at college, reassuring him that we could still be together. He could visit me all the time, we could talk on the phone every day and I would come home a lot. But instead of trying to be supportive, D basically laughed in my face and told me that if I went away to college, we were going to break up. He didn’t want to do the long-distance thing, and there was no changing his mind.

At first, I was stubborn too. We got in a lot of big fights about it, and in the beginning, I was able to ignore D while he did everything in his power to manipulate me into staying home with him. But as it got closer to the time when I had to make a final decision, I started getting worried. I didn’t know what I would do if we broke up. How would I survive the stress of college without him? Who would I hang out with when I came home? Who would I get “good morning” texts from and who would say “I love you” before I went to bed every night? If D wasn’t there for me, how would I ever get through anything?

Obviously, I caved. I agreed to stay home from college for our relationship, mostly because I truly thought I would end up marrying D and I didn’t want to be the one to “mess it up”.

Things didn’t go as planned. After years of constant fighting, I broke up with D during the beginning of our sophomore year of college. Once we were over, I was left with almost nothing. My friends were all away at school. I wanted to start living at school, but my parents refused to pay thousands of dollars for me to live at a college that was only 20 minutes away from my house. Transferring was an option, but I really liked Hofstra and I was scared that by my junior year, I just wouldn’t fit in with a group of people who had been friends for two full years before I came along.

Yup… should have gone away | Source: ShutterStock

I can’t even explain how much I regret my decision to stay home just for a boy. A boy who now means almost nothing to me, and a boy who really wasn’t very nice to me all the time. A boy who I ended up breaking up with not even halfway through college! Looking back on it, I want to slap my younger self in the face and tell her, “You should NEVER make an important decision like that based entirely on a guy.”

It’s not like I didn’t love my college – I did. I had a great experience at Hofstra and I ended up getting a part-time job I enjoyed and meeting friends I’ll never forget. But I feel like I missed out on so many college things that you can only experience if you live at school. It’s not only about the crazy parties and the freedom from things like curfew. Going away to school is also about gaining a sense of independence that is really hard to get while you’re still living under your parent’s roof. It’s about making new friends from all over the place and learning new experiences in a different environment.

I wish I could have done all that, and I’m still kicking myself for not giving it a try. If I hadn’t been so blinded by “love”, I would have realized that if my boyfriend truly loved me and cared for me, he would have wanted me to do something that would have made me happy. He wouldn’t have wanted to hold me back for mainly selfish reasons. He would have let me go, and if we were meant to be together, we would have worked things out.

Now, when I see girls do the same thing I did, I feel the need to change their mind. I’m not saying every single girl should live at school – it’s not for everyone and that’s fine. But if you’re interested in it, you owe it to yourself to give it a chance. And you should never throw away a dream because you’re trying to make your boyfriend happy. If he’s really worth it, he’ll stand behind you.

What’s your biggest regret? Have you ever made a big decision based on a boyfriend? Do you think I did the wrong thing? Tell me in the comments.

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Confession: Sometimes I Feel Like I’m A Bad Friend

Jessica Booth — Thu, 27 Sep 2012 15:00:26 +0000

Am I the worst? | Source: ShutterStock

A few weeks ago, one of my best friends broke up with her (horrible) boyfriend after almost seven years. When I found out, I obviously did all of the supportive things a best friend should do – I asked her if she was okay, I told her she deserved so much better (she really does), and I called him a jerk during every appropriate moment of her story. Then I told her she could call me any time if she needed anything. I planned on texting her a few days later to ask her how she was… and then I totally forgot. A full week went by before I remembered.

Thinking about the fact that it took me so long to get back to her makes me cringe, because it pretty much makes me feel like the worst friend ever. How could I forget about my heartbroken BFF for an entire week?! Sure, I had work, a boyfriend to think about, I was in the middle of buying a new car and taking my little sister off to her first year of college, but I think my friend still should have been in the back of my mind. Not only that, but before I finally sent my check-up text to her, it took me a good 30 minutes to figure out exactly what to say.

This isn’t the first time I’ve felt like a bad friend for a) not being “there” enough for someone and b) being totally awkward when it comes to dealing with a sad/angry/hurt friend. Sometimes, I honestly just don’t know how to handle those situations. When a friend gets dumped, do I text her asking her if she’s okay every day? Do I insist on coming to her house with ice cream and funny movies? Or do I leave her alone and wait for her to text me asking me for help?

A similar thing happened when another BFF got in a bad car accident. She totaled her car on her way to visit her long-distance boyfriend, and while she was okay, her car and long-awaited weekend were totally ruined. When she told me, I was out with some other friends. I asked her if she was okay, told her how sorry I was and added that if she needed anything, she could call me. Then I managed to completely forget to text her the next few days to see how she was doing. Looking back, I feel like I did the wrong thing. Maybe I should have offered to come hang out with her since she was so miserable. Maybe I should have texted her the next morning to make sure she was still okay. Maybe I totally failed.

What makes a person a really good friend, anyway? | Source: ShutterStock

It’s not just my forgetfulness and kind of awkward way of dealing with a sad buddy that make me feel like the worst BFF ever, but it’s also the fact that, um, I kind of talk about my friends behind their backs. I know that if most people are being totally honest, they’ll admit that they do the same thing. But I feel like I do it a lot. Whenever a friend is bugging me or does something I can’t stand, I automatically go back to my boyfriend, family, cousins and/or other friends to start talking smack. Also, I’m honestly a huge gossip. I don’t think I’ve ever kept a secret completely to myself before.

There have a few other times when I’ve felt pretty awful about my friend abilities. Like the time I ditched a friend’s birthday because I just didn’t feel like going out. Or the time a BFF bought her first house and I didn’t even buy her a housewarming gift (everyone else did). Or the nights I choose to hang with my boyfriend instead of my friends.

Sometimes I have to wonder if other people do the same stuff as me or feel the same way as I do. And while I do sometimes feel like a good friend, I usually feel like the majority of the time I’m too busy with work/boyfriend/family/me stuff to put a lot of my focus on my besties. Is that totally selfish?

In the end, I feel like it’s not that selfish. Nobody is perfect, and we obviously can’t all be the best friend ever every single day. I think that sometimes you do have to put yourself first, and it’s fine to make yourself your number one priority. Once in a while, I get things right with my BFFs. I say the right thing, I comfort them in the right way and I’m loyal to them if I need to be. I guess that, some of the time, that makes up for my “bad friend” moments.

Do you think I’m a bad friend? Do you ever feel like you’re a bad friend? Do you ever talk about your friends behind their backs or comfort them the wrong way? Tell me in the comments!

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Confession: I Was A Cyber Bully

Gurl — Thu, 20 Sep 2012 16:00:06 +0000

I was a cyber bully. Not the kind where I stalked someone’s Internet profile, harassed them, threatened them or wished them dead, but I skirted a line between what I would now consider to be ethical and unethical.

I started a blog. My first year of college was awful. You know all those movies with keggers, parties, hooking up, friends and fun? That’s not what college was like at all. The people were snobs, there were no parties, just a bunch of boring, depressed kids sitting around complaining–myself included.

After an anonymous site was made for students to gossip, I was fed up. People claimed certain students had STDs, accused students who were on scholarship and financial aid (like me) of freeloading off the rich students (huh?), made racist comments against the Black Student Union and made homophobic comments. How could the people I saw everyday be thinking these things about each other?

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My group of friends could never admit we didn’t like each other. Instead of discussing our grievances or simply parting ways, everyone became passive aggressive.

There was one roommate who I strongly disliked. She would punch the brick wall outside and come back bloody and sulking so that we would console her. She would lock herself in our closet. She would run back and forth in the hallways at three in the morning. She would rip her eyebrows and hair out. In retrospect these were all signs of someone who was unstable and probably needed counseling. These weren’t the reasons why I disliked her, so much as she came off as mean, selfish and talked a lot of crap about people.

I was so pissed with everybody, so frustrated with all the passive aggression that I created a blog where I could vent. I wrote about all the people I hated at school, but I really focused on this one roommate. (I know, I was totally hypocritical.) I kept a record of all the weird things she would say and do.

I never told anyone at school about it, but that didn’t mean no one ever read it. I kept blogging for over a year. I got hundreds of subscribers from telling my friends outside of school about it. Writing about Patty in such a negative way made me look for negative things to see in her. It made me demonize her in the nastiest way. She never had any clue that the whole time she thought we were friends I was calling her “stupid,” “lazy” and a “bitch” on the internet. I would even record songs about how much I hated her.

I didn’t realize it was wrong. I thought it was funny. I thought I was being a good writer. In reality, I was being malicious, hypocritical and two-faced. Eventually, I transferred schools and took the blog down for good.

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My First Car Crash–It Was So Scary!

Melanie Abrahams — Sat, 08 Sep 2012 21:00:54 +0000

At least I wasn’t driving . . . OY! | Source: Shutterstock

It was a dark and rainy night (I know, it sounds like something out of a cheesy horror movie, but it’s true!). I’d been visiting my boyfriend at his college, and he was driving me to the airport to catch my flight home.

The storm had knocked out a lot of the street lights, so all the lights at traffic signals were flashing red. My boyfriend hadn’t been driving for all that long, and he’d never seen those flashing red lights, I guess, so he wasn’t sure what to do. All I remember was that he hesitated before getting into the intersection, and then kind of gunned it to get across . . . but obviously not fast enough.

CRASH! A car coming from the other direction slammed into the back door on my boyfriend’s side of the car, and it felt like we moved about 50 feet sideways before someone else ran into the back of our car. Because of the heavy rain, it was hard to even see what was happening out of the windows.

I was in total shock and just started bawling right then and there. The car still ran just fine (thank goodness), so we were able to pull over into a gas station, and nobody was hurt, but I’d just never been in that situation before.

All I could think of was that I could have died. That my boyfriend could have died. That something beyond my comprehension could have just happened. It took us a long time to sort out everything with the insurance, and it was clear I was going to miss my flight.

I called my mom in hysterics. “Mom,” I said, “Don’t go to pick me up from the airport–I’m so sorry, but I missed my flight.” I was worried she would be so pissed at me for missing my plane (the tickets weren’t cheap!), but to my total surprise, she just wanted me to calm down, stop crying, and deal with the situation like a grownup. She was just happy we were okay and even offered to help book my flight for the next morning!

That night put a lot of things in perspective, and made me really try to stay calm and be the kind of person who can take charge in an emergency situation. I’m still not the best in a scary situation, but I’m a ton better now at taking a deep breath and figuring out what I can do to help.

Have you ever been in a scary car crash? Would you have been just as scared to call your mom as I was? Tell me in the comments!

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Confession: I Skipped School (A Lot!)

Emerald Pellot — Fri, 07 Sep 2012 20:00:57 +0000

Most kids skip school every once and a while, which is usually fine. I skipped school A LOT. In New York City there are about 180 days in a school year. My senior year, I am pretty sure I only made about 90 of those days.

I wasn’t a bad student at all. From as early as kindergarten I remember every single classroom I had being divided into two groups: “The Smart Kids” and “The Bad Kids”. Once you were marked, it seemed like a mark for life. It was carried with you even when you graduated onto the next school. I was one of the “smarties” which meant that teachers listened to me when I spoke, they trusted me, they gave me extra help, and great recommendations because they believed that I was going to go somewhere. Anyone who was labelled “bad” was essentially ignored, forgotten, and nothing was expected of them. It was so completely obvious to me how screwed up the system was that I became pretty indifferent to it.

I decided to give up on the school system. Still, school was always easy for me.