By: Kya G.
Time is something that changes generation after generation, so of course it’s normal for a normal adult to want to try to compare their teenage years to that of a normal teenager. Unfortunately, if a normal adult grabbed this essay, they grabbed the wrong five-paragraph essay. Why is this the wrong essay for comparison? Simple. I’m not a normal teenager. I see the world through eyes that have been scarred, so, in essence, I see a scarred world. You can stop reading now if you want. I don’t care.
Anybody reading this must think I’m one of those emo kids who has taken one too many drama classes, but there are so many problems I see in the “Teenage World.” I can almost guarantee that almost every kid in America has taken drugs, drunk alcohol, or has had sex. Parents need to quit thinking that their “little angel” would never do such a thing. I am the witness of self-destruction, lies, corruption and hypocrisy. Also, I know that an average American teenager most likely is a complete jerk. Normal teenage kids spread rumors, they mock the outcasts, they lie, cheat, or steal and they can get away with at least one of the things I just listed with ease. All of this is revolting and irresponsible, and it also makes you wonder what will happen when they are adults. The youth are the future, after all, and they are degrading themselves to such a lowly standard.
Another sad problem in the teenage world is social segregation. I know that it’s been around since human kind was smart enough to see differences in each other. Whether it’s racism or if it’s because one kid doesn’t like how another kid dresses, people find one reason or another to hate each other. And, unfortunately, many different hates seem to fit together and create these small, prison like cells called cliques. Deny it all you want, but I see it every day at school. One group of kids who listen mainly to hip-hop don’t like the geeky kids who are more into math than music and soon this irrational hatred spouted from ignorance creates a form of clique war, and whether it’s because of ethnicity or interests, it’s a train that’s not derailing. Soon we’ll be hit by a problem a thousand times worse than Columbine and the events that soon followed it.
Then, as a final problem to add to my ballad of teenage self-indulgent self-destruction, I want to talk about technology. Most teens these days have a phone in their pocket, most with Internet capabilities, and a computer or two at home. Teens have become obsessed with these material objects to a point that if you ask them what would happen if you took away their cell phone, most would say they would die. Everyday, they check their emails, myspace, or facebook. Most of their communications are made through lit-up screens. Human contact is reserved to school and special occasions. I might be exaggerating, but only slightly. I know people who use text for talking to people who are in the same room as them. It honestly is depressing to see people become their machines. Before our overuse and abuse of technology, it used to be easier to find people with common interests, but now, most people are even more divided by lack of common interests than they were when it was just social segregation. One person once said, “Divided, we fail.” If we are the future, then our future is shattered.
I may seem like an emo kid, but no one can say that I don’t know what I’m talking about. I hope this paper had opened someone’s eyes to the teenage world. Unfortunately, there’s not much people can do. Telling someone not to do something makes him or her want to do it even more. Social segregation has been around for decades. We are in a time of major modernization and almost everyone needs a computer to make a living along with using it for communication and home projects. I guess I might just be acting over dramatic, but I named this essay The World Through the Eyes of a Melodramatic Fourteen Year Old for a reason.