Social media is an environment for miscommunication. Although it can be a positive platform, it is also a modern plague. Many of the conversations that happen through Snapchat, Facebook, Instagram, and many more may cause confusion and misunderstanding. For example, many people my age, that are heavily involved in social media, consider a period at the end of a sentence as a display of anger. Yet, this is simply proper punctuation. Behind a screen, there is simply no tone or body language so it makes it nearly impossible to understand exactly how the person is coming across. The best way to avoid this is to have conversations WITH people. Although there are many downs to social media and miscommunications there can also be a humous side (especially if you are conversating with someone you are close with).
The teacher seperated us again. By us, I mean my best friend and me. He did it because we wouldn’t stop talking, like always. But little does he know, it won’t stop us. We have ways of communicating. No it’s not sign language, and it’s not passing notes. We don’t even have to mouth the words. We use facial expressions and hand gestures, and we understand each other. Most best friends can relate. Here is how our conversation went. Katy rolled her eyes and scrunched her face which means “this is so dumb, we weren’t doing anything wrong.” I widen my eyes and shake my head “I know right, I hate this class.” Then I… well, this could go on for a while but I think you get it. We tell secrets and talk trash about people without the world knowing. It’s what makes our friendship unique and amazing.
There we are, sitting across from each other in the large crowded room and we still seem to make eye contact. Tears rolling down my face and he stares for a moment, wondering what to do. He gives me a concerned look with soft eyes and tense eyebrows and I return a sad half smile to let him know that I’ll live and be alright. He gives me a nod tagged along with a sympathetic smile that conveys his kindness in a way that makes me feel better and stop crying. I silently chuckle and return a smile, letting him know he made my day better. He smiles and gets up from his chair, turns around, walks out, and I never see him again.
Little sister You are not little anymore And to me You're really more like a twin. I have grown with you And you have grown with me And you were my first friend And you are my best And you are the best. You are funny And sometimes loud But sometimes I am louder. You are light And spontaneous starwatching And you are impatient But you hold a kind of patience I could never master.
This year is for you. It's yours to take By ancient birthrights. I made up for one of my frustrating, half-thought-out games But that doesn't make it any less real For Harry, it may be inside your head But you can still reach it, grasp it And even then reach farther than you ever could imagine. You are the best kind of weird that ever was If that's what they want to call it But I call it Strong Unique Beautiful
These new things appear Slow and partial to braking Like the wings of a butterfly lodged between the glass of your window and the window screen A cage to hold her These new things appear and we are forced to repair again
Dad: Oh, I sent you a voicemail saying it was delayed
Me: No, I have no voicemails
Dad: I definitely sent you one
Me: Nope I definitely have none
Dad: Well, I did send it
Me: Wait, What did you do when you sent it?
Dad: Well, I turned the phone on, I typed in the password, I pressed the little telephone app, typed in your number, then I listened, so I think it automatically went to message, I said we're not going then ended
Me: Wait, did you wait for it to beep
Me: It makes a little beep before you start talking if you leave a message
The Mystery Of The Lost Sound Once upon a time there was a girl named Shelly and she had a friend called Monique. They had no sound so they danced to communicate. Shelly went to visit Monique and they danced hi and nice to see you with their hands. They then went to the park. They had two grinders. One was an italian herb, cheese bread with turkey, American cheese, and mixed cheddar that had been toasted in an oven. The other one was plain white bread with ham, swiss cheese, and mayonnaise.
It was early on a Sunday morning in late January when my mom texted my dad. She told him to get the supplies for the party that she had forgotten. The problem was that my dad’s iPhone was dead, so he couldn’t receive the message. We were supposed to have all the food for the Super Bowl but my mom worked from home the whole time. So, she did not have time to go to the store instead she relied on technology. She texted my dad but his iPhone was still dead.
When my dad came home from work and didn’t have the food for The Super Bowl Sunday, my mom went crazy and drove down to Grants. When she came back she had four bags of chips and two cans of salsa. Then we all baked a pie and pizza as a family. We were cleaning up the kitchen when our first guests arrived, which saved me from kitchen duty!
One final breath before my world ends forever. Gone with the wind, and the breeze that takes me away every so often. A string pulls me back from stepping off the edge. When I am lost in a maze of my own creation, you give me a map to the end. If I could say what you've done for me, I'd run out of words with so much left unsaid. You take away my demons made of words and keep them away, keep me safe. Long after the sun no longer dawns on us, you will be my light.
Let go of your fears, I'm still here, and I'll do for you what you've done for me. This poem is all I can give you, and I know it will perish under my bed, never to be seen by your eyes, but this is really all I can do. Goodbye to the bridges I burned, and the chasms I cannot cross. Hello to a new day, with just the two of us,
My favorite time is when the rain falls and the sun shines Two opposites colliding in a way that makes it seem like that's how it's supposed to be It seems almost magical Some say it means that somewhere a kitsune a fox spirit is getting married moving the clouds to hide the celebration and bring joy to others
Oops Hi. My name is Wyatt and 3 years ago I accidentally sent a message and misspelled a word. I was typing too fast and typed the wrong word. I meant to type, Can I come over and help you kill rats? but I accidentally typed Can I come over and help you eat rats? Tyler typed back in 5 seconds and said,
“No, are you crazy!!! I am not going to eat rats. You can eat rats if you
I sent back to him, “What do you mean?
Tyler said, “ You said to me, “Can I come over and help you eat rats.”
I said, “I meant to type can I come over and help you kill rats.”
Tyler typed back and said “ok.”
I typed back, “So can I come over and help kill some rats?”
“Yes you can.” So I went over to Tyler’s house and we caught 20 rats in all.
I stood at the edge of the cliff looking down at him. I stared at him for a moment until it became uncomfortable and then looked away. We both knew what we had to do. It was the only option we had. The only one that would work.
We both knew we couldn’t say a word because of what would happen. There were rules that were put in place to protect us from talking. To make plans with each other. To communicate at all with anyone.
We looked at each other again and turned around and bolted to the door. We had to stop this and it had to stop now.
This story is about two friends named Allyssa and Isabella. Allyssa had red hair with blueish, greenish eyes. Isabella had blond hair with blue eyes. Isabella’s nickname was Izzy. Allyssa didn't have a nickname. They had been friends for 7 years. This is a conversation between them.