I hate it when adults talk to us teenagers like we have everything oh so easy. Like school’s the only thing in our lives that we have problems with. Like we don’t know what happens if you don’t pay the bills, or if you try to get by life without trying. Some of us know how that feels firsthand. Some of us know that because of bills and car payments and rent, we’re going to have too get through the holidays with one paycheck. Some of us know what it’s like to be evicted, to go days without any food. We don’t even own credit cards or anything. And my teacher’s sitting up here, preaching to us about how hard it was, going a week without a paycheck, and still having to make car and house payments. As if. Try going months without a paycheck, and having to make car, house, and bill payments. Try being so poor that you can’t even afford a $50 halloween costume. Try hearing your aunt say she wished she’d never taken custody of you and your sisters, because we sucked the life and money out of her. Then preach to me about real life.