Expressing my opinions

I learned the hard way that expressing your opinions is not always the best option. Why? You might ask, well, simply because, just because you have opinions it doesn¡¦t mean 1. That one, your opinions matter or two, your opinions makes any sense at all. Or plainly because, not everyone likes to hear your opinions, whether it makes sense or not. I am going to revisit a time in my past that reveals¡K Okay, that was sappy. I¡¦m just going to tell it like it is, with tons of snide comments. Okay, remove the word snide from the previous sentence. Heck, I¡¦ll let you be the judge of things. So anyway, here¡¦s the thing. Wait, wait, first off, if anyone involved read this¡K When I was in third year high school (okay maybe that wasn¡¦t really that long ago), I was the assistant opinion editor of our school paper. And as that, I wrote this article that offended some students and also some teachers. And my adviser had to talk to me about it, as if I need guidance or something, honestly that was what I felt, as if I have done something dreadfully wrong, like kill someone or something or is psychologically disturbed in a Goth-I-hate-the¡Vworld type way, and it turns out that like I said some people were offended by the said written article. Why? I really don¡¦t know, I mean, I was just expressing my opinions, right? But anyway, that was not what happened. What happened was, I was (one thing you should know about me is that I am a sentimental person, esp. when it came to things like my work, which on most occasions means my art works, and the whole article thing was a one-off) crying my eyes out, without really knowing why (in fact, just typing this darn thing makes me teary), without knowing what I did wrong. If you asked for those persons involved, those who hate me that is, they¡¦d probably give you another story, because I guess some of them were truly offended. I won¡¦t be telling you what the article is about anymore. I was crying my eyes out while hugging a stuff pig, by the way happened during my birthday, which explains the stuff pig (it was a gift from my friend, Joyce, who I¡¦m happy to say, stood by me all the time). The worst thing is I actually apologized to the teachers who were offended. Well, it turns out they weren¡¦t really offended, they were just expressing their concern. This is the part that makes me feel like I am a juvenile delinquent, which I¡¦m not. Okay, I seem really pathetic now, ranting about something that happened more than a year ago. But I can¡¦t leave out the part that is truly ironic and funny and evil at the same time. The said article was never published in the paper, in fact, when those offended people read the article, they really weren¡¦t supposed to do that. The adviser of the school paper never even read the article when it leaked (I think this is the most appropriate term I can think of). So those people, who were, aghast, fellow staff of the school paper, got in trouble. Maybe I shouldn¡¦t have written that, that would further offend those priori offended people. But hell, they were much too coward to tell it to my face then. They most likely, wouldn¡¦t tell me now. Not that I see them anymore and probably never will. (Man, do I bear a grudge) So anyway, when the adviser of the school paper did read it, he thought it wasn¡¦t offensive at all. So¡K huh? What was I so worked up about? And then one of the other teachers who were offended but I didn¡¦t apologize to, because I don¡¦t even know her then, and she didn¡¦t knew me, actually didn¡¦t hate me the following year when she did become my teacher. In fact, she once said that I am one of the very few students of her classes, meaning the rest of the people are too absent minded to be present. Okay, the article had something to do with the students in the intensive class, and me being a regular, well, obviously means that I am not smart enough. But based on what happened then after, sort of proves that even though I am not smart enough at least I¡¦m attentive, okay doesn¡¦t prove my smarts. But it does prove that I am not half bad, which of course, it my opinion, I really am not that bad, considering the fact that I got into the school where most of the smarts are populating, and some of the smarts didn¡¦t get into. Also, I actually got into an honors course, which means they only accepted the top 15% of those who applied- definitely boosted my ego and ha! It is amazing how I can cram so many words into such a short story. So what? No one¡¦s going to read this anyway¡K By the way, the following year, I¡¦m not Opinion editor, obviously. Instead I had to positions instead, I was the Features editor and Chinese section editor (but this job is a no-brainer because it is usually given to the next Chinky eyed person and all I have to do is publish whatever essay the Foreign Language coordinator gives me). More to say about that: I never published any of my own essays in the Chinese section. The funny thing is, I won a Filipino-Chinese essay contest under the Chinese category, while those other essays which I published in the school paper were also entries to the contest but didn¡¦t win anything. Am I the only one who finds it funny, heck, I got Php. 1000 for it and it was published in one of the actual Chinese newspapers, which for me isn¡¦t really a big deal either, because tons of my essays have been published one those newspapers and I don¡¦t even remember what I wrote when my mom hands me a copy of it. Anyway, will anyone actually read this? Bored to tears CCS students probably. Or maybe not. This will forever stay in my hard drive with not a single soul but me as an audience. Sad¡K Truly, madly, deeply, sad. Right, back to what I was talking about, by the way, did you know that I was actually the best member of our school newspaper staff last year? This is not a self-proclamation; I actually got a certificate for it. Ha, again! Right, back to where I was. I¡¦ll keep all my opinions to myself. Since, I¡¦ll probably be the only reader of my blog, so I guess it is okay to publish everything here. Also, if anyone ever did read this, whatever you read here stays here. It means not badmouthing, plagiarizing or what-nots. Respect others if you want others to respect you. Listen to what others got to say, it might actually make some sense. Blogs are about free expression. So keep it free. P.S. I can type 31 words per minute not that it¡¦s much of an achievement.