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along time ago i was told something by my mom, it didnt make since at the time, but today we were reading a story in eng. and i really started to think about it...she told me that a child is not born knowing its poor. or doesnt have all these things that supposedly make them rich. being poor is taught. by our schools, friends, and most importantly our own parents. when your little whats rich and poor? it doesnt mean a thing just words you hear your parents say. it doesnt effect your playing time. so why does it matter. but when you hear over and over and over i dont have the money for that out of your parents, or omg you wore those jeans 2 days ago out of one of your snot nose peers, you start to realize that its wrong not to have money. these parents need to realize the burden they put on their babies, they could say you dont need that. not i cant afford that. children should be taught not that they cant have it because mommy and daddy cant buy it, but because its useless. todays society is so caught up in money. no one can be happy w/out it, millions of marriages fail because of financial problems. im so sick of the classes in this world. the wealthy, the middle class, lower, and then the poverty stricken...everyone is judged by what they have not who they are. In school your not cool unless you have the new shoes and all that stupid shit. no one looks for a person they look at an image. We see a person walking down the hall, and laugh because theyre clothes look like theyve been hung on to since 2nd grade. but maybe that person likes that look, and isnt ready to be as slutty as todays teenagers. what makes the way we dress right and them wrong. Why is it wrong to be an individual and be your own person, instead of trying so hard everyday to fit in w/ this wolf pack. its not worth it. none of this matters. this school whos the coolest or best dressed. high school doesnt mean a fucking thing. after you leave here no one remembers who was the hottest guy or girl. it all fades away w/ the years. like dust in the wind. So then why do we try so hard to be someone. shouldnt we just be ourselves? or is this life just one big play...