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I'm not sure what Daylogs are, but after reading a few...I figure this may fit. If not, I'll be glad to take it out when I'm told. :D

Ah...things are not the way I remember them. Innocence? Who needs it? Politeness? Never heard of it. Surely there is honesty? What good does that do?

Yeah...I'm feelin' nostalgic, trying to remember elementary school (although it was not too long ago) and savour what was then. I remember when I thought 'stupid' was a bad word...big bad bullies who did nothing more but glue the pages of your books together or tease with childish taunts...perhaps even a few silly little rhymes everyone seemed to know.

But, I never realized just how much elementary school changed. I knew they just revamped the way the school I went to, but I think that much, MUCH more than that changed. No longer do students cry, "Ooooooh, you said the s word~!" whenever somebody says 'stupid'.

Well...just standing at a bus stop, putting off going home until the elementary school kids came home, I was cracking jokes with a good buddy of mine. As soon as that bus arrived, there were perhaps 12, 13 students maybe, coming off the bus. As they passed, the younger children (second graders, I believe) leered at us as we spoke to each other, minding our own business. A flock of fifth graders gathered at the corner down the street, an ice cream truck rolling in to greet everyone.

Of course, ice cream can't be resisted by myself, especially when they have strawberry bubble-gum ice cream on their menu...so I grabbed my wallet and walked up the hill to grab some with my friend. We stood among the fifth graders, who beat me in size and most definitely in 'unattractive personality'. I, of course, don't give two craps about that, we were here for glorious ice cream!

One of the girls, started to shout, cursing up a storm. Apparently, she isn't fond of us--mostly me. Us isolated eighth-graders are too passive and laid-back; we ignored the shouting. The consistant chirping of "F this" and "F that" and perhaps even "F them" annoyed the usually hospitable ice cream men, who immediately ceased passing out ice cream and announced they were out of ice cream. The people who hadn't gotten their ice cream (we didn't get any, either, but we are excluded from this group) were getting quite irritated as the ice cream men slammed the door and took off around the neighborhood.

Of course, we made our way across the street and bac to where we had been standing before. What else could we do? We should have been home an hour before. Once again, we were back to making cheesy jokes as I stared over my friends shoulder, which is an odd habit off mine. I can't look directly at the person I'm talking to if I'm standing closer than two feet to them.

That fifth grade girl was walking...walking...walking...whirling around and shouting at us..."What the **** you want?! You got a ****ing problem, you mother****er!? Why you keep ****ing staring at me!? I'll ****ing **** you up, you ****er!" Of course, her friend had been kind enough to escort her away as she growled and cursed at us, but geez...!

Immediately, my image of elementary school was broken. Us kids these days are deteriorating at such a rate, soon half of us will be drop outs.

I feel sorry for the girl, though. She probably thought cursing would intimidate us while she was trying to compensate for something else.

...I can't wait until school starts again to mess with her now.