I have no problem admitting that there are several things I can't do. Dance, sing, crochet, play soccer or roller skate, just to mention a few. That doesn't bother me at all (that there are things I don't master), but it does bother me when a person decides to rub it in my face. What does that mean? That you stand above me? I almost feel bullied, even though it sometimes isn't meant that way, but in rather in a jokingly type of way.

Not everyone can sing and dance, and certainly not everyone understand the way an engine works. It's plain disrespectful to look down on someone because he/she can't do a certain thing. It doesn't mean that that person is anything less than you.

I also experience the feeling that I'm not as "important" because I don't have a God. I don't believe that there is a special power up there, and therefore I'm looked down on because of that. Doesn't the Golden Rule say that you should "do to others what you would like to be done to you"? If these people who claim they have faith and respect to their religion, why don't they follow this rule?

The fact that I'm an atheist doesn't mean that I don't have any moral or values. I don't visit the church and eat meat - does that make me anything less "a good human"?

(Hm, I sort of went a little bit off-topic there, I think...)

We all have heard it at least once in our lifetime: "Go take a shower (you smell)!"

It's almost funny how most teenagers seem so obsessed with beauty products, both girls and boy. Hair gel, perfume, make-up and all sorts of lotions. But all these items are only a thick layer of mud and fog that covers your true skin - and body odour.

It's hard to explain the logic behind this. "We're too busy to take a shower, but we have time enough to spend 45 minutes every morning trying to cover our body smell?" It doesn't make any sense. Of course, not all teenagers think and do like this. I'm talking about the majority of the people in my classroom.

The worst days are probably on the test days where all the pupils (about 30) have to sit in a cramped classroom for four hours straight. You can really smell the different scents of perfume, spices, hair products and feet. Most pupils have different cultures at home, so therefore my classroom has many, many different smells. It can be of food, traditional perfume/smoke or even breath.

I don't mind - everyone has a special smell. But you know you are doing something wrong (or forgot to do something) when your hair smells like feet bathed in strawberry vomit. Whatever you do, you can't cover something nasty with something sweet. The nasty will always "shine" through.