•mla format hell•

Welcome to MLA format hell, where the teachers all “want you to succeed” and “care about your education.”

In reality, they’re just enduring the painful hours they have to spend babysitting a bunch of lifeless, apathetic teenagers who know this is all bullshit anyways.

Month by month, year by year is spent, living off their meager teacher’s salary, wishing they could redo their lives.

Occasionally, there will be that one kid who actually cares, who takes in every word he hears and tries to learn from it. He has the potential to go on in life and escape the rut of suburban routine. {Graduate from high school, get a job, get married, have kids and the cycle repeats}.

Maybe this kid could grow up to be different, do something important and worthwhile. Make a difference.

But no.

Because of his differences he stands out. He becomes a target to petty teenage jealousy and insecurity. To “realistic” adults who crush dreams and ambition. To everything in this world telling him,

“You’re not good enough, you’re going to fail. What makes you think you’re any different than the rest of us?”

You have to do as you’re expected, follow the rules, and always take the easy route.

And so, he stifles that little spark of something that made him special and gives in to the lazy river that is MLA format hell.



I’m so fed up with petty high school drama and petty high school girls who hide behind their technology and talk behind backs and don’t stand up for anyone or anything. They exist to tear down other people to make themselves feel better. They’d rather gossip about who did what and what who said to who than talk about anything meaningful. It’s all about image. They try to make others look worse so they can make themselves look better in comparison. Anything to distract them from the shit fest that is their own lives. They can’t be seen as vulnerable or weak, or else the other girls will turn on them the same way they’ve done to countless others. Maybe some of them will realize what bitches they’re being and grow up to be less horrible. Most, however, will probably grow up to be gossipy, judgmental housewives who are entirely unsatisfied with their lives. What happened to genuity and being understanding of others? Try thinking of others’ feelings before your ego. Try putting yourself in someone else’s shoes and walk a mile. That’s the only way we’re going to get anywhere with this world.

Sorry, rant over.

First Post!

I don’t really know where I’m going with this, or who is going to read it. I just thought I’d start off with why I love books. Ever since I was little, I thought reading was the coolest thing. I was always a bit ahead for my age and grade, and would pretty much read whatever I could get my hands on. Some of my favorites were The Magic Tree House, The BFG, and Nancy Drew. When I was in second or third grade, I read Harry Potter for the first time, and I absolutely loved it! My best friend Ashlyn and I would play at recess with our wands every day. I read Harry Potter over and over again. It introduced me into the world of middle grade fantasy. Soon after, I got into Fablehaven, Percy Jackson, James Dashner novels, and many more. I was a very shy kid, and I didn’t have a ton of friends. I switched schools in 5th grade, and having to start over and make all new friends was so scary. I loved the escape that came with reading. To me it was the best feeling in the world to immerse yourself in an adventure happening in your head and forget everything around you. The best books were the ones that I couldn’t keep myself from reading what was on the next page before I got to it. Up to this day, Harry Potter is still one of my favorite novels and I thrive off of the escape that reading gives me. I get a similar feeling from writing. It’s so nice to empty my head of thoughts that I’ve always carried with me, kind of like Dumbldore’s pensieve.

Like I said before, I don’t really know where I’m going with this or if anyone will even read it. Either way, I think it will be good for me to have a creative outlet and write about things that I love. Thanks for reading!