In class we do an assignment called history/herstory journals. We did this entry in regards to the Forces of Change. Here’s my entry.
We have been learning about the forces of change. One is the force of people. That include individuals and groups. One person I affected was Sally Hansen.
It all started out with my fifth grade birthday part. My friend and I were planning a double party and couldn’t figure out who to invite. We decided to invite Sally at a last resort.
I had a blast with her! So a couple of weeks later when I got home from school my mom said she was coming over. I was kind of upset. However, we started playing and having fun. We started hanging out more and more. Finally, we were inseparable. I started going through a really hard time and we only grew closer.
One time we had three sleepovers in a row. Another time, we went to her moms school and watched a dance crew and messed around in the classroom. Another time we and her stepbrother, Matt, stunk up her other brothers room with totally stinky stuff. We had this weird habit that, before we could go to sleep we had to do push ups and sit ups.
We also loved to prank call 555-5555. It was an actual number! We would pretend we were little girls who were trying to find our dads. Kinda naughty, but oh well. Toward the spring, we started to get really into dancing. We danced in my front yard and came up with crazy moves. We did a dance for the school talent show and got to perform it at Tuachan. We also went to Zions and went through these really awesome trees. I haven’t been able to find that place since.
Then summer came and we earned money, from picking weeds and such, to throw a luau party. We had soo much fun even though we were disappointed by how many people actually showed up. Then Sally went to Oregon and I went to Washington and we didn’t see much of each other.
When school started we started off fine and were great friends, still just as close. Then Emily Smith, and old friend from first grade who gotpopular, invites me into her group with Jessica. I was thrilled! One problem, they hated Sally. So I did the typical dreaded story. I turned on Sally. I started prank calling her. I would give her mean mean looks at school. Meanwhile, we flaunted around like we owned th world.
Soon I started e-mailing her with mean names just to tear her down. I didn’t care. I had Emily and Jessica, my best buddies. A couple of weeks into this and my conscience got to me. I told my grandmother and showed her all of the e-mails. Then I sent an apology e-mail to Sally but it was too late.
During the Halloween week I went to Colorado and Jessica and Emily spent every minute together. And there was proof from the mountains of clothes they bought. I was a little jealous. Christmas comes and Jessica does somthing totally against my standards so Emily and I are left alone. We start spending tons and tons of time together.
Them some better friends come around for Emily. She starts doing the exact same thing I did to Sally. I was devasted. She stopped talking to me once and for all and I couldn’t believe it. No, not about what Emily had done to me. About what I had done, to Sally.
I looked back through those e-mails and cried and cried and cried and cried. I couldn’t believe what a self centered, self absorbed, monster I had been to my best friend. I was ruthless to her.
Needless to say we never talked again. Everday, I have to look into Sally and Emily’s faces knowing what happened. It’s horrible.
Sally taught me a very important lesson. The classic story of losing your best friend for a fake friend. By losing Sally I have remembered to use that in my future friendships in hope that we all won’t do that agin. Maybe someday I can talk to Sally and say, I’m sorry.
