I found a four-leaf clover today. Okay, well, I didn't find it. Not really. See, my friend and I were walking around after lunch  and we were by this gigantic floor map of the old school campus that tragically burned down in, like, 1978 or something. My friends and I call it the Grave because a. we like giving weird nicknames to places on campus and b. it looks like a grave. Like the administration put stone benches around the map and there's even these two metal statues of students on top of this stone pedestal, like those really fancy grave markers that have angels on them. And inscribed in the stone pedestal is a little poem about striving for knowledge-- ""they strove for greatness,/  they hoped for grace,/ their struggles are written here/in this rich place." Not word for word, but it sounds weird, right? I mean, that sounds like something off a tombstone and CONSPIRACY THEORY.

Okay, no, no. I have a story I want to tell. Listen, it's a nice story but I'm telling it wrong because I'm bad at telling stories ok?ok

So, anyways, my friend and I were standing around talking about how it's a graveyard and then the band kids were let out of the gym and there were, like, five or six big bunches of clovers all over the ground and the band kids just kind of flocked to them. We called another friend over and she was talking about the clovers and I'm like, "I've actually never really found one. I find four leaf clovers the way I solve rubix cubes--cheating."

"Oh, Charlie" (a blonde haired kid in band, who was currently leaning over one of the bushes) "is really good at finding them—he can just look at a bunch and find one," Rachel said.

So I raise my voice and speak to the company in general. "Hey, if it's not too much to ask, if you find one can you just call me over so I can pick it or just give it to me, or something?"

And then Emily and I went back to our original conversation about absolutely serious things like planning the vaguely threatening speech we're going to give Ady's new boyfriend, and after about two minutes, Charlie comes towards me, kind of smirking and holding a four-leaf clover and I'm like, "Oh my god, I hate the world and everyone in it."  And then he smiled and handed it to me and, well, of course I immediately changed my tune (because I'm pretty sure I've never actually even held a four-leaf clover), and said, "Oh my god, I love everything and everyone especially you, thank you!"

This is important because, see.

Over the past week, I've learned that there are two types of people in the world. There's the kind that likes bombing places and killing people and causing suffering and starvation and massacre. But then there's also the people who finished running the Boston Marathon and didn't stop running until they reached the hospital so that they could donate blood. There's the first responders, who try everything they can to stop the bleeding. There's the teacher who sacrificed her life so that the guy couldn't gun down any more kids. There's even the people like Charlie, who uses his skills to make random people that he doesn't even know happy. Because I think that there are good people in the world that counteract the bad people. And I think that right now it seems that there are more bad people than good people in the world, but I also think that the good outweighs the bad and just because there's a lot of bad people right now running around doing a lot of loud bad things doesn't mean that there aren't good people who are just doing really quiet good things.

(I kept the clover.)

((It's apparently only lucky if you yourself picks it because I smashed my dad's car into the mailbox and tore off the side window thing.))

(((But more importantly, I want to tell every single one of you to be safe, no matter what country you live in or where you go to school or what religion you practice or whatnot. Cause there's a lot of apparent, obvious bad in the world right now and bad doesn't discriminate. And maybe even do a small, little, quiet good thing like this guy did because--just because it's good. Like, the Day of Silence is tomorrow. Even if you don't participate, try being silent for a minute--maybe even five. That counts as a quiet get it haha I need sleep good thing.)))

There's so many quotes on this subject that I'm not even going to try with it. There's so many thoughts out there on the same topic, each with differing opinions, with more experience on how the world works. So I'm not going to quote them.

I'm just going to end abruptly and awkwardly

here.