FAGGOT!!!
High School -- It fucking sucked. No Joke about that. It sucked so bad that I dropped out my Freshmen year. I was a good student, believe it or not. My grades never fell below B's and for the most part I got along with a lot of the teachers, I just wasn't any sort of trouble maker.
It was those who decided that since their lives weren't the best, they wanted to help make mine even shitter then it already was.
I attended Clearwater Elementary, Clearwater Middle School, and then Clearwater High School From the age of 6 - 16. The District is quite small, the time I attended, the average number of graduates for a class was between 70-90. And the majority of students there start in the 1st grade and end up graduating. So I grew up with these people.
I think that is what helped me from ever getting beat up in school, to be honest. But it sure as fuck didn't stop the torment I would get.
Not everyone harassed me... they found it easier to just pretend like I didn't exist, which that hurt to, but I would prefer that over being called a faggot ANY day.
Middle school is when it started, the name calling that is, and of course a few pushes and shoves every now and then. But it wasn't too bad. Then, High School came, and with highschool, it seemed that as if people would have gotten smarter, but when they walked through the doors of Highschool for the first time they lost any brain cells that they had.
For 6 months there were about 6 or 7 guys that liked to be really shitty to me. Faggot was their favorite word, if I was within a 10 ft span of them. Pushing me around and talking down to me was just what they did best. I tried to look at it as if they were just pathetic and that their lives must suck, but it hurt. I didn't want to be gay, because I didn't want to be treated so badly, hell I never even said I was gay. they just decided that I was, and because they decided it, it was so, and that it was time to treat Matt like a Piece of shit.
One former classmate, finally pushed me to the edge of dropping out. As I sat in my acting class, waiting for the teacher to get to class, Jordan Thome began to talk his normal shit to me that he loved so much to do. I never really understood why he found it thrilling, but he did.. so sure enough he made it a point. This particular day was pretty rough though, it was a time that I actually stood up for myself and thought maybe it would end after that.
NO SUCH LUCK.
I told myself after that, if one more person called me a faggot, I was done with school.
Two weeks later... I went to the office, and told them to call my mom cause i was done with this hell hole and I am dropping out. That is what I did.
My mother was pissed.. I didn't even tell her why exactly I was dropping out. I was to ashamed. I was hurting and I needed to get away from it.
Now -- lets fast forward many years later.
Jordan Thome, the classmate that I so despised and have always thought in the back of my mind as nothing more then a piece of shit, had a horrific loss. I was friends with his sister, many years after high school and she gave me devastating news that his 19 month old daughter had passed away from a form of brain cancer.
I felt really sad that a innocent child had lost their life, I felt sympathy for my friend that had just lost her niece, but as far as Jordan, I still in my mind thought he was a horrible person.... and for a brief second, I had a HORRIBLE thought. I thought for just one second.... "KARMA" but that thought went away really quickly. I felt pretty shitty for even having a thought like that. It made me no better then him, and honestly... no matter how horrible someone treats you or anyone else for that matter.. the last thing they deserve is for their child to be ripped away from them.
Now, I did feel that a good kick to his balls was much deserving.
Recently a former teacher was posting a link asking for people to vote for something. I clicked it and it was a foundation set up in honor of Jordan's daughter Kyrie to get funding for Brain cancer that is taking the lives of so many precious children.
Instantly I voted. I then had to make the decision to try to help get votes. I know I can reach a LOT of people, and knew I would be able to help, but since it was tied to Jordan, i really had a problem with it at first. At that time I opted not to spread the word.
I went to bed that night and it was on my mind.. How shitty I was. Because this had nothing to do with what had been done to me in the past. This had to do with helping children. Precious children that deserve to live their lives. Children that had never hurt anyone before, that are getting a disease and leaving this Earth far to young.
The next day I made an Event Invite on Facebook and sent out 1000's of request to help with votes. Within two days I helped, the Kyrie foundation, go from 28th place to 16th. I am not saying I am responsible for that happening, but I think many of the votes that I sent their way sure did help!
If this foundation can make it in the top 2 on the Pepsi Web site, $250,000 will be granted to this organization.
And I want to see this happen. I want to do my part in spreading the word to everyone, WE CAN make a difference. Even if this helps save ONE child! It will be worth it.
YOU CAN HELP!!! Just by voting. Its really simple!!
1.Go to the Pepsi web page..
2. Click the VOTE button on the right.
(it will ask you to sign up with email, but you can by pass that by just clicking the connect with facebook, but once you do that you need to make sure to click the VOTE icon again to make sure it registers your vote.)
3. VOTE EVERY DAY till the 31st,
That's it. We can make this happen everyone!!! Lets help give hope to all those little children out there who are fighting to survive.
If you are gonna vote.. let me know by pushing the "LIKE" button below.
