“Dear Mr. Vernon, We accept the fact that we had to spend a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong, but we think it’s stupid for you to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us. In the simplest terms; with the most convienient definitions. But what we found out is that each of us is a brain, an athlete, a basketcase, a princess, and a criminal. Does that answer your question? Sincerely Yours, The Breakfast Club”
That was the year that everything happened. I’m not saying if it was good or bad. I mean, you can never really tell what’s good until later anyway. Until you look back and think about things and they have time to grow in your mind. But sometimes you make a choice in that moment, and you know in your heart it’s going to change everything.
People will tell you nothing matters, the whole world’s about to end soon anyway. But those people are looking at life the wrong way. I mean… things don’t need to last forever to be perfect.
“This notion is not a new one but this time it is a definite plan which we intend to carry out. We have worked it out carefully and are both thrilled by the idea. Naturally we feel a trifle nervous, but the pleasure of anticipation is great.”