Dear Mr. Vernon,

Something I find rather funny happened in my second period drama class a few days ago...

We were about to watch the movie The Lorax because our teacher wasn't here, so we all started talking about all these amazing movies we have seen or really want to see.

Movies like Wreck it Ralph, Alien, The Italian Job, and movies like that. Suddenly we had this incredible idea that we should write down every movie we want to see and try to watch as many as we can as a group together over the summer and for the rest of the school year.

The List began with Slum-Dog Millionaire, and ended with Sherlock Holmes.

But the movie I found so ironic was the eighth movie that was written down. One of my all time favorite movies and a total classic, The (One and only) Breakfast Club.

In case anyone of you have been living under a rock for your entire life I strongly advise you to watch this movie, it's a must see for anyone who is going into high school/ in high school/ has been in high school/ knows what the term "high school" means.

A brief and vague summary of the movie is:

Five high school students, each experiencing different pressures form their different cliques and social groups, are forced to spend an entire Saturday in detention together. Soon realizing that they are all experiencing the same pressures from their different social groups, and their families, they become friends, and share an indescribable bond with one another.

The thing that I found so ironic about my friends in drama class wanting to watch The Breakfast Club is that, they are The Breakfast Club! There are people in my drama class that I would never talk to if I hadn't met them in that class.

And the truth is I've realized that we are all the same. We literally go through the same heartbreaks and  despair, and for what ever reason I couldn't put that together. I guess it's really easy to slap a label onto someone before getting to know them, and I regret that now.

And I know that sometimes the new friends I made get the reputation for being "weird" and "freaks," but the truth is, I'm both of those things too.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and so is weirdness I guess. I may consider one thing weird that you think is totally normal, and I might do something that you think is totally abnormal.

But you surround yourself with people who enjoy your weird stuff, or do it too.

What I'm trying to get at here is that in life, you need to surround yourself with people who are just as weird as you.

You need to find the people who will always be there for you and love you no matter what even if they are

A Brain

An Athlete

A Basket Case

A Princess

Or A Criminal.