Dear Mr. Crowley,

When you set me this essay, it was because I'd misbehaved. Been Bad. Pissed you off.

You wanted me to write an essay on 'What I've learned about myself during Detention.' This was designed to put me off ever getting detention again I presume. Well, it may or may not have worked, but either way, thank you. Today has provoked me into answering some very important questions and letting go of some very old grudges.

To earn this detention, I pulled a fire alarm in the school, and then when you asked me why I laughed at you. I am sorry you couldn't hear my cry for attention, but it doesn't matter now, I've made up my mind. I don't need to cry out anymore, just because some people can't seem to see me, doesn't mean no one can.

Am I just a stereotype? No, not anymore. Some people will always see me that way, but not the people who matter. The people who will matter to me in life will always see me for me. Not a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess, or a criminal, just me.

It may seem to most that their own problems are the most important thing in the world, but they don't have to be. The most important thing is letting go, accepting yourself for who you are, and being happy.

I don't know where my life will go from here, or how fate will have things turn out, but I do know this. I'll be there, eyes wide open, every step of the way. Whatever is coming; let it come.

Sincerely yours,

The 6th member,

Of the Breakfast Club.