WHO CARES...?

Liam is a fifteen year old teenager, whose life isn't easy for several reasons. Eventhough, he is one of the smartest students in his class. He has to deal with different problems at his early age.

So…here I am. I’m fifteen years old; I’m studying and learning how to live. I have to get up every morning at 6 a.m. and do all the things that I am told to do by my parents, and the first question that comes to my mind is “Why do I have to go to school?”

It seems like no matter what I do, I have many questions on my mind. Well, sometimes I think that learning is important, but do I really need to go to a place where I have to do a lot of things which I think are stupid things. Now, the question is:  “Do I have to respect all those people only because they are adults?”  Don’t get me wrong. There are some teachers that I really respect, but some others… I just don’t care what they say. I can talk, for example, about my Chemistry teacher.  Oh Gosh! Look at her. She is so old, so boring, and it looks like in her life nothing exciting ever happens. I don’t want to learn Chemistry. I don’t want to end up like her. I can tell that she knows a lot. But I can’t see passion in her life. I don’t want a life like that. She is not bad with me. But, how can I have respect for a person that seems to be dead? I don’t want to be cruel but, where does she get energy to get up every day? How can she still teach? She always looks so sad. I feel bad for her.  But I can´t have respect her because a teacher is supposed to be a person that enjoys his or her life. A teacher is supposed to be a passionate person. However, when I see her in class I just can’t stop thinking about how miserable can life be sometimes for people. That makes me feel sometimes angry.

Today is Friday; there are only a few hours to get out of Chemistry class. I’m sitting next to Andrea. Andrea and Diego are my best friends. She is a really nice person, but a little bit crazy. Otherwise, she couldn´t be my friend. She always takes care of me. She is the kind of person that likes to help people. I don’t mind helping others, but nowadays I have so much to think about myself that I don’t have time for that and sometimes I can’t help myself, either. 

So, right now we’re writing notes to each other about our Chemistry teacher, Mrs. Anderson.

- “I really admire her; I want to be like her in the future”. Andrea said.

- “What? Really? She is so boring, she always looks so miserable”. I said.

-“ I don’t care, she knows a lot, she seems to be sad because of something, but she looks like a strong woman.” Andrea said.

-“Are you serious? She is the most miserable person that I’ve ever known. Even people who live in the streets look happier than her. I get really bored in her class, I used to like chemistry, but now I hate this subject because of her, I can’t stand it. I don’t like her at all.” I said.

- “You don’t understand. She must have some problems.” Andrea said.

- “Ok, I see your point. I understand that you can be sad sometimes, and that people have a lot of problems in their life. But you can’t be a victim all your life. You don’t have to look like a loser all the time. You can’t be sharing your pathetic face all around just because you are sad. Nothing is going to change just because you are sad, right? You are not going to solve a problem by just being sad.” I said.

- “Sometimes, I don’t understand how I can be your friend.” Andrea said.

- “What? Are you serious? Are you going to get mad at me only because I’m honest?” I said.

- “Please, don’t be an idiot. Your point of view is not the truth, it is only an opinion.” Andrea said.

- “I don’t want to argue with you because of the pathetic teacher. You are making me hate her.” I said.

-“Enough!” Andrea said.

Sometimes I can’t understand Andrea. Usually, I feel that everything I say is just bad for her. I don’t see her points. She justs takes everything wrong. I know that Mrs. Anderson may have problems. She is really smart, but a person who doesn’t show courage doesn’t deserve anything. You have to take what you want.  Andrea is really angry with me. I know that she won’t talk to me for a few days. I really need to talk with her. She is my best friend and I feel really sad when she is mad at me.  I hate my teacher.

Now, Mrs. Anderson is coming. She is getting closer. Oh my god! No please, no, no, no. I don’t want to look at her. Please, no. She is reading our conversation. No please, no… Ok! I won’t look. Now, I’m looking. Oh Gosh!! I don’t like that expression in her face.