昨天翻箱倒柜把以前的各色文件过目了一遍，枯燥的数字居然把尘封往事给勾起了不少。
翻出2002年的w-2表，那年我们攒了好几张w-2，因为换了好几次工作，那时Daddy刚刚工作半年，公司就倒闭了，于是他在外面找些零工打打，我也在打杂，他的一个越南同事立马去McDonald 端盘子去了，人家四十好几的人，什么没经历过：革命，坐牢，逃难，移民……不惑了还跑去学计算机，没两年又遭泡沫，好在是单身一人，干什么不是干呢？
那三四个月里，Daddy每月挣1000，我800，那时只想着若是能长久这么发财下去，是件多么幸福的事情。就是这么点愿望也是山水重重，因为身份的问题。函函那时不过3岁，依旧上着她的半天学，依旧认为我们很有钱。
昨晚Daddy提到他们组在三藩招人，有想去那个很多美丽的歌中唱到的美丽的城市，可是因我的工作关系，不是说走就可以走的，那么再等个两三年吧，我们去？那儿房子买不起啊，就找condo好了。
我们是不是还年轻啊？
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Welcome to the Real World, honey
函函刚上 Kindergarten那会，她的同学，一金发碧眼的小姑娘问函函：Who are you voting for? 函函答道：Senator Kerry. 小姑娘则说：I'm voting for President Bush.
一年级时，函函给 President Bush 去了封信，好奇 what is the life in White House like? 过了个把月，得到一封回信和布什夫妇俩的合影照，照片有杂志那么大，小姑娘初初识文断字，认认真真的拜读了回信的全文。
最近 presidential campaign 又风声鹤唳，函函的朋友们又开始谈到：it's fun to be a President. 函函有点不屑：President Jefferson said all men are created equal, but he had slaves!
一年级时，函函给 President Bush 去了封信，好奇 what is the life in White House like? 过了个把月，得到一封回信和布什夫妇俩的合影照，照片有杂志那么大，小姑娘初初识文断字，认认真真的拜读了回信的全文。
最近 presidential campaign 又风声鹤唳，函函的朋友们又开始谈到：it's fun to be a President. 函函有点不屑：President Jefferson said all men are created equal, but he had slaves!
后现代生活
很久未通电话的闺蜜打来电话，还没聊几句，俺就怅怅然道：“你去看我的 blog 吧，就知道是怎么回事啦。”
搁下话筒，四顾好茫然……
需要跟 Daddy 晚上回家后共同对付一些documents. 先上 Instant Messenger, 敲：
me: I need go through some documents with you tonight
he: Ok
接着俺赶紧切换到 Outlook:
first click ‘make a new appointment‘, Subject: doc walk-thru, Location: home office, Start time: Thu 6/28/2007 9:00pm, End time: Thu 6/28/2007 9:30pm ;
then click ‘Invite Attendees‘, To: daddy-alias ;
and then click "Send".
又切回到IM, 噼里啪啦俺接着敲：
me: I just sent you a meeting invitation, pl accept it.
he: this is a good joke, buddy
me: lets get down to the business, partner.
半分钟后，俺收到一封 email titled 'Accepted: doc walk-thru'.
搁下话筒，四顾好茫然……
需要跟 Daddy 晚上回家后共同对付一些documents. 先上 Instant Messenger, 敲：
me: I need go through some documents with you tonight
he: Ok
接着俺赶紧切换到 Outlook:
first click ‘make a new appointment‘, Subject: doc walk-thru, Location: home office, Start time: Thu 6/28/2007 9:00pm, End time: Thu 6/28/2007 9:30pm ;
then click ‘Invite Attendees‘, To: daddy-alias ;
and then click "Send".
又切回到IM, 噼里啪啦俺接着敲：
me: I just sent you a meeting invitation, pl accept it.
he: this is a good joke, buddy
me: lets get down to the business, partner.
半分钟后，俺收到一封 email titled 'Accepted: doc walk-thru'.
零，粉拳
身为老二的妹妹，打出生起就得很努力地为自己争取权益。
“妹妹再吃三口饭”
“One!" 冲你伸出严监生的一根手指头
"Three!"
“One!" 依然保持一百年不变的姿态
"Two!"
"Ok, Two" 掰出了另一根手指
吃完不多不少满满两口之后，做妈的经常想趁其不备再塞一口半口的，总是被其警觉地发现，予以坚决地抵抗：“不吃了”， 这个时候她不是摇手表示“不，不要”， 而是伸出一个捏得紧紧的小拳头，并且一伸伸到你的鼻子底下，摇着，圆圆的拳头很像圆圆的 0.
第一次见到小拳头时，让我小小的吃惊了一把，要知道，全世界只有4个民族独立地 *发明* 了“零”，yeah, that's true, 你用罗马数字画个零给我看看， 这四个零是：阿拉伯人的“0"，印度人的__，中国人的“零”， and the other one 的__，我认为现在应该再加上一个 Melody J. W. 的小粉拳头。
麻烦哪位才子才女帮忙给完成上面的填空题？
“妹妹再吃三口饭”
“One!" 冲你伸出严监生的一根手指头
"Three!"
“One!" 依然保持一百年不变的姿态
"Two!"
"Ok, Two" 掰出了另一根手指
吃完不多不少满满两口之后，做妈的经常想趁其不备再塞一口半口的，总是被其警觉地发现，予以坚决地抵抗：“不吃了”， 这个时候她不是摇手表示“不，不要”， 而是伸出一个捏得紧紧的小拳头，并且一伸伸到你的鼻子底下，摇着，圆圆的拳头很像圆圆的 0.
第一次见到小拳头时，让我小小的吃惊了一把，要知道，全世界只有4个民族独立地 *发明* 了“零”，yeah, that's true, 你用罗马数字画个零给我看看， 这四个零是：阿拉伯人的“0"，印度人的__，中国人的“零”， and the other one 的__，我认为现在应该再加上一个 Melody J. W. 的小粉拳头。
麻烦哪位才子才女帮忙给完成上面的填空题？
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Just an Ordinary Morning
It was just another ordinary morning
You couldn't expect a thing.
Nothing was unusual or out of place
But then my alarm clock started to
Sing!
Father came in and opened the door
My, he had shrunk to my hip!
He had grown a ten-foot long beard,
And his nose was just a snip!
Mother came behind him,
Her hair was longer than
Rapunzel's!
It had turned purple and a million
Feet long,
It nearly reached a billion!
My room started shaking,
And everything was upside-down!
I was walking on the ceiling,
My pictures started to frown!
I was so surprised,
My sister was eleven!
My cat, usually nice and sweet,
Was suddenly very stubborn!
Then, there was a deafning BANG!
And everything was all right!
My sister was three again,
Dad regained his normal height.
But then my alarm clock started to sing.........
-by Hannah
You couldn't expect a thing.
Nothing was unusual or out of place
But then my alarm clock started to
Sing!
Father came in and opened the door
My, he had shrunk to my hip!
He had grown a ten-foot long beard,
And his nose was just a snip!
Mother came behind him,
Her hair was longer than
Rapunzel's!
It had turned purple and a million
Feet long,
It nearly reached a billion!
My room started shaking,
And everything was upside-down!
I was walking on the ceiling,
My pictures started to frown!
I was so surprised,
My sister was eleven!
My cat, usually nice and sweet,
Was suddenly very stubborn!
Then, there was a deafning BANG!
And everything was all right!
My sister was three again,
Dad regained his normal height.
But then my alarm clock started to sing.........
-by Hannah
一次革命记略
开场：
前任老板来email说他那有空缺了，问我有意否，当即答曰有，并作热情洋溢状。其实这to do or not to do, 对俺总是一个极大的人生考验。
是夜，端坐床头开始了又一轮的人生怀疑——
Daddy 的“有时，赚钱还是很重要”的语重心长没能打动我——这不是还在赚着嘛；
耳边回荡着对函函的耳提面命：“越努力，你得到的自由就越多”也没能激发我——谁说的马列主义口朝外是小朋友的专长呢？
一个半小时过后，俺的思路终于给扶上了正轨，俺终于给自己找到了一丝动力：你想啊，我若是去折腾折腾，回来就有的可写了。
于是释然，拍拍身旁这位贤弟的肩膀，毅然决然道：愚兄决定会~他一会。
于是贤弟很贤惠地把俺 gmail+blogger的帐号封杀了。接下来是大家将要看到的，所谓：网上的风平浪静，网下的风雨欲来。
第一周：一个无产者的光辉形象
很没脑子的，俺把 screen 安排在周五下午3：30，明知自己患有严重的周五下午综合症，当时为何如此犯浑，现在已无从考据。当我形象悲惨的现身面试官跟前，一脸的沧桑一脑的糊浆，外带嘴角的水泡闪亮登场，接下来的故事就不用一一向人民汇报了吧，只记得当考官谆谆诱之导之，我终于醍醐灌顶，大家终于松一口气，我说：why didn't you just say so? 很nice 的人儿便很有些歉然了。
第二周：革命生产两不误
每天晚上很本分的挤出一个小时来看书，周末更是全天的用功。就是这样俺囫囵完了一本薄薄的专业书。此外还有：
Seinfeld (season 7) disc 1 & 2,
Planet Earth disc 4,
追星Vitas，并不量力的跟着他引吭高歌“喔~~啊~~~~“ 达5，6遍之久。这是个致命的错误。是个至今还在致着命的错误。要想知道这个错误有多致命涅，不用看下文，你先click 听一听，并跟着“喔啊”一下就清楚了，这就是传说中的海豚音啊，同学们。
第三周：俺是如何革命的？
星期一：一下打死7个（非小裁缝版）
一觉睡到6：00，洗漱时，从喉咙深处突然发出“阿~呀”奇怪的声音，先把自己吓了一跳，再来一嗓子，依旧是个吃了黄连的可怜哑巴，哑了，85%的哑了，本来就感冒咳嗽有些日子了，这霜加的可真正是时候呀！去还是不去，现在已经不再是个问题了，6：40，悄悄的，俺走了，抱着一瓶矿泉水。
从8：00am 到 5：15pm，抱着那瓶水，俺先后进出了7间屋子，见了7个人，握了7只手，坐了7把椅子，谈了7个小时的话，在 N>7 块白板上涂了鸦。
俺那撕心裂肺的15%，看来并没有换来一丝的同情。
那么，俺是如何让这个15% 劳作7小时的呢？想象一下两个地下共产党是如何秘密接头的吧。
中间有一次30分钟的 break，拿出从 receptionist 那儿得的一本 sudoku，翻到最后一页埋头做了起来（人家小米已经说了，做sudoku的正确姿势就是得*埋头*），没能完成，人倒是出落得愈发的晃悠了，同学们若是瞅见了，还不得好奇：你酱紫是要去忽悠另一个dorky nerd 吗？
当俺晃悠出第7间屋子，夕阳还没有西下，也没能迎来彩虹彩霞，头已经铺天盖地的痛起来了，没有人性啊，如此的革命。
星期二：革命要彻底
一天没能折腾完，星期二还得一大早去见大大老板。大大老板自然有他大的道理，与君一席话，如沐春风，胜读一宿书。但是油条的我，心里亮堂堂着呢，这叫professional smile，暗含杀机。尽管心里亮堂，但还是对他留下了不错的印象，知道了 professional 的厉害了吧。
10：15 俺回去接着坐班发财。
星期三：大团圆
发生在星期三早上的塞车，是史无前例的莫名其妙的一大清早的全城皆兵的塞车。于是熄了引擎，坐在静止的车中，我隔岸观火，打开收音机，好心情地，我关注着来自世界各地的每一阵风起每一片云涌，并自虐的幻想着这车若是塞在一天两天前，那俺的帖子就可以出上下集了。
从黎明前的最黑暗一直到余波跌宕的秋后，端的是完整的谱写了一曲我们走在革命的偏锋大道上，意气风发，斗志昂扬。
尾巴：
革命群众已经表态了：过程很重要，Q兄也有教诲：贵在同去，所以革命有无成功，是不重要的不打紧的。但俺这片 post 可是来之不易的，有诗为凭：
敲字夜当午，水灌园中土。
谁知帖中言，笔笔皆辛苦。
前任老板来email说他那有空缺了，问我有意否，当即答曰有，并作热情洋溢状。其实这to do or not to do, 对俺总是一个极大的人生考验。
是夜，端坐床头开始了又一轮的人生怀疑——
Daddy 的“有时，赚钱还是很重要”的语重心长没能打动我——这不是还在赚着嘛；
耳边回荡着对函函的耳提面命：“越努力，你得到的自由就越多”也没能激发我——谁说的马列主义口朝外是小朋友的专长呢？
一个半小时过后，俺的思路终于给扶上了正轨，俺终于给自己找到了一丝动力：你想啊，我若是去折腾折腾，回来就有的可写了。
于是释然，拍拍身旁这位贤弟的肩膀，毅然决然道：愚兄决定会~他一会。
于是贤弟很贤惠地把俺 gmail+blogger的帐号封杀了。接下来是大家将要看到的，所谓：网上的风平浪静，网下的风雨欲来。
第一周：一个无产者的光辉形象
很没脑子的，俺把 screen 安排在周五下午3：30，明知自己患有严重的周五下午综合症，当时为何如此犯浑，现在已无从考据。当我形象悲惨的现身面试官跟前，一脸的沧桑一脑的糊浆，外带嘴角的水泡闪亮登场，接下来的故事就不用一一向人民汇报了吧，只记得当考官谆谆诱之导之，我终于醍醐灌顶，大家终于松一口气，我说：why didn't you just say so? 很nice 的人儿便很有些歉然了。
第二周：革命生产两不误
每天晚上很本分的挤出一个小时来看书，周末更是全天的用功。就是这样俺囫囵完了一本薄薄的专业书。此外还有：
Seinfeld (season 7) disc 1 & 2,
Planet Earth disc 4,
追星Vitas，并不量力的跟着他引吭高歌“喔~~啊~~~~“ 达5，6遍之久。这是个致命的错误。是个至今还在致着命的错误。要想知道这个错误有多致命涅，不用看下文，你先click 听一听，并跟着“喔啊”一下就清楚了，这就是传说中的海豚音啊，同学们。
第三周：俺是如何革命的？
星期一：一下打死7个（非小裁缝版）
一觉睡到6：00，洗漱时，从喉咙深处突然发出“阿~呀”奇怪的声音，先把自己吓了一跳，再来一嗓子，依旧是个吃了黄连的可怜哑巴，哑了，85%的哑了，本来就感冒咳嗽有些日子了，这霜加的可真正是时候呀！去还是不去，现在已经不再是个问题了，6：40，悄悄的，俺走了，抱着一瓶矿泉水。
从8：00am 到 5：15pm，抱着那瓶水，俺先后进出了7间屋子，见了7个人，握了7只手，坐了7把椅子，谈了7个小时的话，在 N>7 块白板上涂了鸦。
俺那撕心裂肺的15%，看来并没有换来一丝的同情。
那么，俺是如何让这个15% 劳作7小时的呢？想象一下两个地下共产党是如何秘密接头的吧。
中间有一次30分钟的 break，拿出从 receptionist 那儿得的一本 sudoku，翻到最后一页埋头做了起来（人家小米已经说了，做sudoku的正确姿势就是得*埋头*），没能完成，人倒是出落得愈发的晃悠了，同学们若是瞅见了，还不得好奇：你酱紫是要去忽悠另一个dorky nerd 吗？
当俺晃悠出第7间屋子，夕阳还没有西下，也没能迎来彩虹彩霞，头已经铺天盖地的痛起来了，没有人性啊，如此的革命。
星期二：革命要彻底
一天没能折腾完，星期二还得一大早去见大大老板。大大老板自然有他大的道理，与君一席话，如沐春风，胜读一宿书。但是油条的我，心里亮堂堂着呢，这叫professional smile，暗含杀机。尽管心里亮堂，但还是对他留下了不错的印象，知道了 professional 的厉害了吧。
10：15 俺回去接着坐班发财。
星期三：大团圆
发生在星期三早上的塞车，是史无前例的莫名其妙的一大清早的全城皆兵的塞车。于是熄了引擎，坐在静止的车中，我隔岸观火，打开收音机，好心情地，我关注着来自世界各地的每一阵风起每一片云涌，并自虐的幻想着这车若是塞在一天两天前，那俺的帖子就可以出上下集了。
从黎明前的最黑暗一直到余波跌宕的秋后，端的是完整的谱写了一曲我们走在革命的偏锋大道上，意气风发，斗志昂扬。
尾巴：
革命群众已经表态了：过程很重要，Q兄也有教诲：贵在同去，所以革命有无成功，是不重要的不打紧的。但俺这片 post 可是来之不易的，有诗为凭：
敲字夜当午，水灌园中土。
谁知帖中言，笔笔皆辛苦。
Monday, June 25, 2007
The Last Day of School
Today was the last day of second grade. Somehow, I started feeling very sad and I felt like crying (I did when I got home). I will miss all the fun memories that only second graders could have. I would miss my friends that were going away next year. I would miss my teacher Mrs. Best. She could be very stern at times and even yell at us but she is still a great teacher.
"Aren't you excited that you are growing up?" my mom asked me at home. "No." I said and started to cry. "Why? Why don't you want to live on your own and have a great life?" "Because I want to stay at home and live with dad, Melody, Lila, and you. I don't want to go away from my family and live alone." "You can phone me from time to time," she suggested. "I'll always be there." "Not always." Saying this gave me a sick feeling. It meant when my mom died.
"I also want to stay young and have fun. If I grow up, I'll be separated from my friends." 'I thought you didn't like Riddhi." said mom. "Yes, but I have other friends." I answered.
The yearbook I ordered for this year made me even more upset and my heart sank beneath my toes, which made me cry harder. I will never see Hannah M., Youjin, and some other kids next year. Hari, the only boy in my class who made friends with me, besides Anish, left for India a couple weeks ago. The smile he had on his face in the yearbook made me feel weak and sad, and at the same time, as if it were a wonderful day. I felt melancholy and joy at the same time every time I looked at his photograph.
It was the same way with everyone else's photo, but not as strong. When Addie was only 8, when the rest of us (including me) were only 7, and when Anish was only 6. I had been very proud of Mrs. Best. So many people wanted her that they envied my class, and me. She was so friendly and full of smiles back then.
Now, I said good-bye to her with a high-five for a great year, and a hug that I didn't want to let go of.
As I went out the door to my classroom, I walked as slow as possible and closed my eyes to remember the loud and seemingly familiar noises of my school, so I can play it in my head whenever I want to like music. Then I looked all around to catch all the memories I could with my eyes.
When I finally reached the door, I hugged the wall one last time to feel it's pleasant roughness. I blew the whole school a kiss. Then I said to Anish, "Once I step outside, I may never go in again."
I stuck out one foot. "Good bye Discovery." I whispered and gave it one last loving look. Then I slowly put out the other one on the sidewalk. Suddenly, I stepped back in again. I couldn't leave. I just couldn't. When everyone was out, screaming with joy, I went out of the building.
Here's the explanation for this behavior: I might be going to Endeavour next year and I tried to get the last of the school I had been in ever since kindergarten. Discovery was the school I had been to the longest, and I was saying my good-byes. I only hope for success, happiness, and friends if I go to Endeavour.
-by Hannah
"Aren't you excited that you are growing up?" my mom asked me at home. "No." I said and started to cry. "Why? Why don't you want to live on your own and have a great life?" "Because I want to stay at home and live with dad, Melody, Lila, and you. I don't want to go away from my family and live alone." "You can phone me from time to time," she suggested. "I'll always be there." "Not always." Saying this gave me a sick feeling. It meant when my mom died.
"I also want to stay young and have fun. If I grow up, I'll be separated from my friends." 'I thought you didn't like Riddhi." said mom. "Yes, but I have other friends." I answered.
The yearbook I ordered for this year made me even more upset and my heart sank beneath my toes, which made me cry harder. I will never see Hannah M., Youjin, and some other kids next year. Hari, the only boy in my class who made friends with me, besides Anish, left for India a couple weeks ago. The smile he had on his face in the yearbook made me feel weak and sad, and at the same time, as if it were a wonderful day. I felt melancholy and joy at the same time every time I looked at his photograph.
It was the same way with everyone else's photo, but not as strong. When Addie was only 8, when the rest of us (including me) were only 7, and when Anish was only 6. I had been very proud of Mrs. Best. So many people wanted her that they envied my class, and me. She was so friendly and full of smiles back then.
Now, I said good-bye to her with a high-five for a great year, and a hug that I didn't want to let go of.
As I went out the door to my classroom, I walked as slow as possible and closed my eyes to remember the loud and seemingly familiar noises of my school, so I can play it in my head whenever I want to like music. Then I looked all around to catch all the memories I could with my eyes.
When I finally reached the door, I hugged the wall one last time to feel it's pleasant roughness. I blew the whole school a kiss. Then I said to Anish, "Once I step outside, I may never go in again."
I stuck out one foot. "Good bye Discovery." I whispered and gave it one last loving look. Then I slowly put out the other one on the sidewalk. Suddenly, I stepped back in again. I couldn't leave. I just couldn't. When everyone was out, screaming with joy, I went out of the building.
Here's the explanation for this behavior: I might be going to Endeavour next year and I tried to get the last of the school I had been in ever since kindergarten. Discovery was the school I had been to the longest, and I was saying my good-byes. I only hope for success, happiness, and friends if I go to Endeavour.
-by Hannah
Saturday, June 23, 2007
#5
周末的晚饭9：30才开始，俺家的老大，也就是那个最小的，已经在沙发上呼噜2，3个时辰了，估计是要一呼呼到天明了。这边三个人在厨房里说话做事，那边匀称的呼着，不由得对小朋友肃然起敬了，啧啧，瞧睡的那个扎实。
吃完了饭，我说：函函，自己上去刷牙洗脸睡觉吧。
可不可以有人一起去啊？
爸妈得把这里的活干完，你把所有的灯都打开，就不怕了。
没有动静，爸爸发话了：你叫 Lila 陪你去吧。
函函拉开后门，冲院子里喊：Lila, Lila.
Lila —— 咱家各个活物都是这么特立独行，有个性——不知又去哪里神游了。
那我就在沙发上睡吧。
这样你睡不好的，总是要上去的，去吧。
函函不作声，走了，走到厅里的沙发上躺下了。后来看了她的bully的帖，一对照，才知道俺被小蹄子#5了。
但当时我还觉得好笑，就笑着对蹄子她爸说：看见没，不搭理你，该怎么着还是怎么着。
就是你笑，把她惯坏的。
——看见没，如果还有那位叔叔阿姨固执的认为俺家养着一个乖乖女，并且如果不幸你家还养着个门当户对的小年轻儿，小心哦，别到时怪俺没提醒。
吃完了饭，我说：函函，自己上去刷牙洗脸睡觉吧。
可不可以有人一起去啊？
爸妈得把这里的活干完，你把所有的灯都打开，就不怕了。
没有动静，爸爸发话了：你叫 Lila 陪你去吧。
函函拉开后门，冲院子里喊：Lila, Lila.
Lila —— 咱家各个活物都是这么特立独行，有个性——不知又去哪里神游了。
那我就在沙发上睡吧。
这样你睡不好的，总是要上去的，去吧。
函函不作声，走了，走到厅里的沙发上躺下了。后来看了她的bully的帖，一对照，才知道俺被小蹄子#5了。
但当时我还觉得好笑，就笑着对蹄子她爸说：看见没，不搭理你，该怎么着还是怎么着。
就是你笑，把她惯坏的。
——看见没，如果还有那位叔叔阿姨固执的认为俺家养着一个乖乖女，并且如果不幸你家还养着个门当户对的小年轻儿，小心哦，别到时怪俺没提醒。
Friday, June 22, 2007
How to Deal with a Bully
If a bully is being mean to you or someone else...
1. Just simply talk with them. Sometimes, without using bad words, they'll just stop what's bothering you.
2. Consider an adult. They are always a choice for problems.
3. Act firm and bold. If you are shy, they just might do more bad things to you.
4. Walk away from them if they tease you, or say 'STOP!' You will soon forget about it.
5. Ignore them.
6. Be kind to them. Like the saying 'Treat others the way you want to be treated', they'll probally be nice to you too.
DO NOT do the following to a bully who's bothering you. It might make things worse.
7. Fight or be unkind with them.
8. Never say a thing about it, which leaves you regretting and feeling sad inside your heart.
9. Make THEM mad, sad, or hurt.
10. Take the teasing and taunting as true things.
--By Hannah
1. Just simply talk with them. Sometimes, without using bad words, they'll just stop what's bothering you.
2. Consider an adult. They are always a choice for problems.
3. Act firm and bold. If you are shy, they just might do more bad things to you.
4. Walk away from them if they tease you, or say 'STOP!' You will soon forget about it.
5. Ignore them.
6. Be kind to them. Like the saying 'Treat others the way you want to be treated', they'll probally be nice to you too.
DO NOT do the following to a bully who's bothering you. It might make things worse.
7. Fight or be unkind with them.
8. Never say a thing about it, which leaves you regretting and feeling sad inside your heart.
9. Make THEM mad, sad, or hurt.
10. Take the teasing and taunting as true things.
--By Hannah