When rules no longer matter
Some guys in high school feel like they
donít have to worry about anything, not even ďrules.Ē
Whether or not they want rules, guys have to
obey them. If not, theyíll find themselves in
detention, grounded, or undesireable places like
juvenile hall. I have learned to not care about rules
for some reason. I guess when things get hard I just
give up instead of trying.
When I was in grade school, I had rules that I liked
and disliked, but I had to follow them to keep things
cool with my family. There were house rules, school
rules, friend rules, and many other rules that I did
not know the reason for following. Rules like donít
cuss, donít fight with
your sisters, donít stay up past 9 p.m., donít watch
too much television, etc. It all sounded like, ďBlah,
blah, blahĒ and made me feel extraordinarily
When I was young I didnít break the rules at all. But
as time passed and I began sixth grade I
stopped†caring about the rules. Maybe it was
because I was going through puberty or my friends
influenced me. Either way, I just stopped caring about
everything. By the end of sixth grade I got in trouble
a lot, accumulating thirty-two detentions and seven
referrals and receiving grades of Dís and Fís in all
of my classes.
By the time I reached seventh grade my behavior did
not change much, and neither did my grades. My parents
thought that my bad grades were due to my laziness,
and they were right.
My parents continually grounded me until they finally
figured out that grounding me never worked. They
prohibited the usage of TV, going out with friends, or
anything else that I liked to do. It seemed like my
parents stopped caring, but at times they seemed to
worry about me and wanted me to get a good education
Now in high school, not much has changed for me.
Throughout ninth grade I still did awful in school,
barely passing my English Class with a D. I passed my
other classes with Cís; talk about a close one. Now in
tenth grade most of my grades are Fís.
I know many others like me who stop caring about the
rules and consequences of their actions. But if they
continue to persist being rebellious and disregard the
consequences of their actions, they may end up being
sent to juvenile hall or even state prison.
My friend was a gangster and he killed someone. He got
lucky that he never got an injection or the electric
chair. He also did drugs but he quit after his parents
caught him smoking. I havenít seen him since the end
of eighth grade.
As for my behavior, I have improved. Itís better than
in sixth grade and seventh. I used to always talk back
to my parents, but now I donít usually talk back to
them. You shouldnít be like me, but follow house rules
and school rules, and all other rules, I guess.