Dear Journal

Stereotyping, judging, or labeling; what ever the word is they all mean the same thing. I think this is a big issue that is seen in many teens today. I think a lot of people get hurt by this subject. I think a lot of times people take for granted for who they really are. Were all made in our own unique way.
Not everyone can be the same, if we were all the same no one would get along. One of my pet peeves is when people judge others for what they wear or from what they hear. I accept people for who they are not for what they wear or what they like. I think people don’t realize sometimes that others have feelings just as much as yourself.
People in our world spend way to much time stereotyping and talking about others, instead of actually going out and getting to know the person first. Media has a big influence on this I think

Dear journal:
Yesterday, One of my guys friends and I went to Tom and Jerry’s mini golf course. On our way down there he was telling me how many times he has been there, and that he won just about everytime. Well there was no doubt in my mind that when we walked in there he was thinking he would win.
As we began to start the game I thought in my head how funny it would be if I just crushed him in this game. Well we began to play and for a while he was up by two. When we came around to the fourth hole there was a divot in the course. This was for sure a spot where you didn’t want your ball to go. Well I let him take the first putt and his ball went about a foot and a half from the hole. Somehow I managed to hit my ball and bounced off his ball and into the hole, making it a hole in one. While his ball went down into where it seemed like a deep dark abyss. After this hole I was up by three.
As the game carried on the tension between us grew bigger and bigger. At this point the pressure was on I started winning, and he got so frustrated that he started to loose. The thought of beating a guy filled myself with a sort of glee and started to smile the rest of the game.
I walked in there knowing my competition was tuff, but I managed to pull myself through it and get the winning hole. Which left my score up by seven. I looked at him and I began to see his face get frustrated, knowing the fact that he talked him self up about this game the whole way there. Then eventually loosing by seven, to girl who hasn’t gone there sense 14. I think the whole situation really pushed his buttons and I will never let him forget that score of the game.