The Blade of Grass

In 7th grade, me and a friend of mine had the average middle school blues. We were both depressed because we didn't know what to do with our lives. We needed something or someone to talk too, and we found it. We called it the "blade of grass."

In the middle school hallway at ETS, there is a locker at the end of the 7th grade lockers that always opens, even without a combination. I discovered it one day, and I thought it would be a great place to put a note to someone in, like a shared mailbox. (I had recently watched "The Lake-house") I told my friend that if he ever needed to talk, he could write it down, put it in the locker, and we would talk about it later. I personally think that writing is a great way to get out your frustrations.

We needed to call it something secret, so we could keep it secret. We decided "the blade of grass" would work. If we put something in there, we could say we watered the blade of grass, and no one would suspect anything. We both probably only sent one thing each, but it was great while it lasted.

The reason I am writing about this is because I was thinking about it at school today. We need an outlet for our feelings sometimes. Whether it's writing, or painting or talking, it's really nice to know that if something happens, you have somewhere to go. That's why the blade is such a fond memory. Knowing you have a friend sometimes makes life nicer, even if nothing bad is going on. 

p.s. if anyone I know is reading this blog and ever needs to talk, I'm always willing to listen.