• Okay just to get this out of my list of Things I Regret and am a Hypocrite for Doing, I once again apologize for not constantly posting. And I know I have some excuse every time but legitimately have had so many projects and assignments due and I try not to procrastinate and we’ve just been really busy I general. And I am sorry for being and idiotic, selfish person. But I have loads of ideas I want to share so don’t worry. Fear not readers. 

This generation, frankly, confuses me. I mean, first of all, half the people at school don’t even now what a VCR is. And don’t even try asking one of the sixth graders this year if they know what a floppy disk is because you will never get the answer you anticipate. Teachers have to actually explain to students what a typewriter is. They have to explain that there was no internet a few decades ago. I mean last year, you could expect at least every student to say that the worst possible situation that they can ever encounter in there life would be no internet. WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO SHALLOW FELLOW PEOPLES OF THE MIDDLE SCHOOL. I mean I have met new people and befriended plenty of students. But I’ve met a handful of other people my age who say they hate to read. And in my case that’s just, sad. But I can’t judge someones opinion.
Another problem with this generation is that people will take things you say the completely wrong way. Like they will turn an innocent conversation into a battle of the uncultivated.

The 216 words written above are my point of view. And mine only. Because I have witnessed this since the start of fifth grade.

Those who criticize this generation forget who raised it.

Today I’m not here to tell off this generation or any engenderment in particular. I’m here to sustain and fight against people who do excoriate it because of what they think we are like.

If you have read my blog since the first post, then you obviously understand that I have a huge thing against stereotypical statements directed towards topics that shouldn’t be stereotyped or have a mediocre definition. This is a similar situation.

About a week before, after school,  I was chatting with my friends Reñee, Carmen, Caleb, and Daniel. As we walked to the elementary school, I saw a group of sixth grade boys and girls jumping the fence dividing the elementary and middle school, scaring the little kindergartners in the garden. They started laughing hysterically when a little boy started crying. We all looked at them with disgust. The teacher was walking towards them and told them to never do that. When that was done they just walked along, acting like a bunch of jerks. They were beside my group of friends but didn’t acknowledge our presence. I saw one tall dude holding a flute case and banging it against the floor, scratching the case and damaging the latches. I was furious. He was treating an instrument like trash. He wasn’t respecting it’s value.

I broke away from my friends and walked up to the boy. They all stopped,  my friends and the sixth graders. “I’m sorry but your not treating that flute properly.” I said simply. “Who are you tell me what to do? I bet you don’t even now how to play this instrument Short Girl.” I rolled my eyes and walked to the spot I was originally in. My flute was placed there. I picked it up and showed it to him. I new he could visibly see the piece of tape on my flute indicating my grade, instrument, which band I was in, and that I was first chair in my band. “I’m sorry, but are you aware that looks aren’t everything?” I said. He looked shocked and clearly embarrassed. “Why don’t you just shut up ?” He said, weakly attempting to have a comeback. “Yeah, well it’s funny how the people who know me the least have the most to say.” I said.

I turned and walked back and picked up my stuff, walking with my(now shocked)friends. Then the sixth grade jerks came back.

They started looking at us and snickering, looking at Carmen, with her Harry Potter shirt, Reñee with her huge unicorn sweatshirt, and me, my black hoodie, and a Divergent book in my hand. “Oh my god, book worm much? Look at her, who reads books like that anyway? What a nerd, so dumb.” One of the sixth grade girl’s said in a snarky voice. I had my hood on my head, my hair tucked inside, so they probably didn’t think that I was listening. But, oh I was. My friends looked enraged and Carmen looked like she wanted to cry. But I just loudly said “Is that right? Then what have you accomplished in your life that makes you Einstein?” I said with the shrug of my shoulders. My friends glared at them and stood by me as the sixth graders just looked at me like I was a madwoman. We just walked away. 

I was able to tell that they thought of themselves as the “popular” kids of the grade from the way they walked and talked like they ran the world. They were the type that couldn’t live without their phones or even be caught with a book.  

This is the side of my generation that many people think is the whole. 

But no. Every generation brings a whole new set of doctors, writers, engineers, scientists, musicians, teachers, artists, marines, mothers, fathers, storytellers. 

Humans. 

My friends and I aren’t the normal bunch of people who talk about homework, what our mile times were, etc. (well actually we do but your missing the point.) instead we talk about life, our goals, and what we want to do as people.( Okay, and we occasionally emphasize about theories based on our favorite book series’s but that’s not the case either) The generation I have been born into surprises me everyday with everyone’s point of view and stories to tell. The 6th graders are curious of the new environment that is the homebase of there newly standardized education. The 7th graders growing their mindset and logistics towards life. The 8th graders are the superiors of the school. Having decided and found who they are and what there meant to be for the time being. Thus letting them grow or stay the same. 
Well at least that’s what I see. I mean it’s not like I have met every single student in the student body let alone this generation. But still.

I hear adults talk to each other and say things like, “This generation doesn’t even realize what life was like back then” or “they are so spoiled, the future is going to be catastrophic. No ones gonna even know what a flip phone is!” I personally get offended and hurt by these comments. We are humans to!( I don’t mean to offend anyone by the words I speak. I really don’t mean it towards anyone in particular.) Whatever happened to this generation will bring great things. 

I mean don’t get me wrong, I am still questioning what this civilization has come to. But it doesn’t mean you have to stereotype of what you see most of the time. I and my fellow students and peers refuse to be pushed into mediocrity! We all have hopes and dreams. We have goals that we try our best to successfully accomplish. We all want to make our parents and superiors proud to have us as their descendant or acquaintances. We really do. We all yearn for that. Our parents pride to shine towards us. We all want to help in our communities. I mean we aren’t just mindless teenagers who feed off of the LIKES we get on social media and Starbucks drinks. We are human. We have souls and minds. I mean what genius made up the theory that as “more generations come, the more stupid they get” thing. What the heck is up with that?!?! 

Anyway I just wanted to get this posted because honestly. It’s such a touchy subject! How long is it gonna take for someone to get the guts to speak out and tell everyone, “ HEY WE AREN’T THE BRAINWASHED IDIOTS YOU THINK WE ARE!” 

So I hope you guys reading learned something and even if you didn’t, I hope you enjoyed me ranting like an idiot. 

Signing off. 

~ Kanmani Harivenkatesh 

 And remember. 

 We are the dreamers of tomorrow.