actually an english assignment... but i like it!

Cruel as it is, we somehow grow up.

            Sometimes, puberty is cruel.

            That is ultimately the tribulation that every single person must go through.  As teenage girls weep, families scream in argument, and voices change for the better.

            Sometimes the zits come and will not stop. Sometimes the lucky few will have perfect skin and make everyone else jealous. Sometimes hormones set in and smack the relationships like a fist. Sometimes friends are all that matter. And sometimes, a friendship is destroyed and splits itself in two.

            Sometimes puberty is cruel.

            And, always, when it is, we do the same thing.  We deal with it. We weep and mourn, we recover, and wash our faces with “guaranteed” results. And we go to school 5 days a week. This is the price of growing up. And, arguably, the most dramatic part of our lives.

            Sometimes, puberty is cruel, and you have no choice but to accept that as part of the bargain called life. And when it is your turn to deal with it, you do.

            Just know, it’s not always going to be your turn.

            At times, it seems as if mother nature herself is slaughtering any chance we have to have a good day. 

            Sometimes, puberty is cruel.

            But what else are you going to do?  As your parents put it, deal with it. Even less have we the ability the questions that burn the moment: Why can’t I be as pretty as her? What the heck is going on with my body? And What do I do to get rid of these disgusting pimples?

            We are hamstrung by social statuses, so we can only do what we always do, only hang out with friends and get through high school day by day. And watch teenagers change and immaturely grow mature.

            Do your homework. Cry, maybe a little. Brush your teeth. Smile. And deal with it. Show the world once again a stubborn insistence on growing up, despite all the cruelties of puberty.