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The Wisdom of Youth

15 Mar

Not my students, but we can pretend they are!

On Facebook, I recently posted some off the cuff remarks on what I, as a youth leader, have the privilege to learn from the student with whom I work.  See, the thing is that I often think I will impart the wisdom of the ages on these young minds.  I will amaze them with all my Bible knowledge and life experience.  My middle school girls (the primary group with which I work) are so lucky to have me.

Really and truly, I am so fortunate that God allows me to work with them.  I often tell them I love having a front seat in seeing them grow into young women of God.

Because everyone in the world isn’t my Facebook friend, I thought I’d recap what I posted here and add a little meat to my top 10 list because it’s so easy to forget how much we get from the students who spend time with us.

Here are 10 ways my students pour laughter and encouragement into my life…

  1. They are always FIRST to like my Instagram photos…and they like each and every photo I post.  Sometimes my own mom doesn’t even like my Facebook photos. (To be fair, she’s technologically inept and doesn’t always see my photos.  In case you’re reading this, I love you, Mom!)
  2. Not only do they insist I *REALLY* am engaged to Captain America, they think I’m amazing enough to be engaged to someone LIKE Captain America. (Being engaged to Captain America started as a joke last May and since then has really taken off.  My students, in particular think it’s great and often introduce me to their friends as Captain America’s fiancé.)
  3. If the Captain America thing doesn’t work out, they have back up guys for me to date and it hasn’t occurred to them that these guys might not be interested in me. Seriously, they see the rare single guy at church and automatically start planning our wedding.  Sometimes I look at these guys, who are really good looking and think about how they’d never be interested in me.  These girls don’t see that—they see *ME* and think I deserve the very best, even when I don’t.  I love them so much for wanting that for me.
  4. They remind me that cynicism doesn’t have to be a reality; idealism can flourish. To them, almost every fun idea is a good idea, whether it’s running outside to check out the twin brothers who live next door (note to parents: we are discouraging this) or learning to crochet scarves or sledding down a snow mound during the Super Bowl party.  They are ready for anything.  I love when they’re told they can’t do something and they ask, “Why not?”  It hasn’t occurred to them that certain things just aren’t possible.  I am learning to ask myself the same question because why not?
  5. No matter WHAT the discussion happens to be, they can tell random stories that have nothing to do with the actual discussion. It’s a special skill.  It really is.  If you’ve ever talked to middle school girls, you know what I mean.
  6. They can’t remember to bring their Bibles to *BIBLE STUDY*….but they remember the words I say. As much as I think they aren’t listening to me because they’re staring blankly at the wall or laughing with a friend, they hear me.  They remember when I tell them they can have a piece of candy for memorizing a Bible verse, that I love meat, and even that they are so dearly loved by God.  Keep talking, fellow youth workers, they’re listening.
  7. Even if I think I’m the biggest loser in the world, they think I’m completely awesome.  I was one of those kids that never fit in when I was in middle school.  I could those are three of the roughest years of my life.  High school was only slightly better.  Yet these are the kids who know think I’m a role model.  How on earth does that happen?  I have no idea only to say it is by the grace of God.  Plus, I think listening and showing an interest in the students probably helps a little.
  8. They still think playing WiiU is cool…especially when they team up against me on MarioKart.  I consider it a fellowship and bonding activity.  It’s always fun to win a game against an adult, right?  Except I always crush them in MarioKart.  Sorry, girls, I have a lot more practice driving than you!  It’s fun to be able to “play,” which is something we adults neglect far too often.
  9. They raise their hands when they don’t interrupt each other.  It’s a respect thing and it’s absolutely adorable.  But yes, there are lots of random interruptions.
  10. Sometime they say the most astonishing things, I can’t believe they’re only teenagers.  Last summer when I was running a high school girls small group, we were looking at Psalm 139.  I asked the students, “If we are fearfully and wonderfully made, then why are some babies born with birth defects?”  There was a long pause and one of the girls said, “He makes us how it pleases Him.” I had to take in her thought…and often times, I still have to take in her thought to remind myself, I have been created to please my Creator.

I could probably write an entire book on learning from middle and high school students, but I’m sure many have been written.  Here are a few of my thoughts on some of my favorite people in the world. Thought it’s an often quoted verse for youth, I want to use it just the same. “Don’t let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for all believers in speech, in conduct, in faith, and in purity.” 1 Timothy 4:12

I’m so fortunate God blessed me with teenagers who set such a high example for me.  My prayer is that I can be worthy of this calling.

I Rented…Charlie Bartlett (Movie Review)

1 Jul

CBBy Amy SondovaCharlie Bartlett (2007) Rated R–Charlie Bartlett, (Anton Yelchin), just wants to make friends; he just goes about it the wrong way. After being kicked out of prep school (again), he enrolls in public high school. Riding the short bus to school and wearing a suit jacket with a crest, it seems obvious that high school is going to be another bad experience for Charlie. That is, until one day, he realizes another inventive way to make friends—hooking up fellow students with prescription medications.

Enlisting the help of the school bully, (Tyler Hilton), Charlie sets up a counseling office in the boys’ bathroom and dispenses medications to students for depression, anxiety, and ADHD among other things. The prescriptions are supplied by the various psychiatrists that Charlie visits for his behavioral problems. Interestingly enough, these doctors are only too happy to dope up the young man. While running his thriving practice, Charlie also manages to capture the heart of the principal’s daughter, Susan (Kat Dennings).

Sadly, Charlie’s pharmacy shuts down when a student overdoses on his prescription. It’s then that Charlie decides to offer his services for free (without meds). After thinking no one would show up for sessions, Charlie is shocked to find a line of teens outside his office (still the boys’ bathroom). He later says the students still come to see him because they finally have someone who will listen to them and who seems to understand their problems. Learning how to parent his alcoholic, pill-popping mother, (Hope Davis), seems to have given Charlie the experience needed to guide others.

Of course, the school administration doesn’t like Charlie, fearing the power and sway he has over the student body. Plus, Principal Gardner, (Robert Downey, Jr.), feels that he’s losing his little girl to a miscreant, adding drama to the plot. Naturally, like any good teen flick, Charlie prevails over the man and inspires the student body to be themselves. Oh, and he gets the girl, too.

Despite being clever and enterprising, Charlie doesn’t come across as a smarmy, know-it-all teenager. In fact, he is kind and even tender with his alcoholic mother. He’s not exceptionally cool, though he does dress better as the movie goes on. While he bucks the system and shows people a better way to do things, it’s a unique take on an old theme. Charlie Bartlett rules by learning how to serve and does so with a smile and a handshake. Sure, there are a few provocative scenes of sexuality, drug use, and inappropriate language; it is an MTV film after all.

Yet in the end, Charlie is a different teenage hero… one that is reminiscent of the boy next store or the clever genius lurking in the hallway. A reminder that nice guys don’t always finish last.

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Justice For Megan Long Overdue

16 May

Megan Meier, 13.

Back in December, I blogged about Megan Meier, a beautiful 13 year-old girl who committed suicide after being spurned by her Myspace boyfriend (read “Megan’s MySpace Suicide“).  Megan’s “boyfriend” wasn’t a boy at all, but Megan’s neighbor, Lori Drew, pretending to be a boy interested in Megan.  The sickest part is that Lori Drew is the mother of a girl who thought that Megan was spreading smack about her little girl.

Months later, Lori Drew has finally been indicted by a federal grand jury on four counts (one for conspiracy and three for accessing protected computers to obtain private information) on which she can serve five years each!  If found guilty, Drew will serve a total of 20 years for her role in Megan’s emotional harassment leading to her death (read full article).

What I still find interesting is this–Tina Meier, Megan’s mom, is now admitting that her daughter also sent mean messages via MySpace, that Megan was too young to have a MySpace account (she was 13 and users are supposed to be 14), and that she was “carefully” monitoring Megan’s activity on the account.  If she was carefully monitoring things, why was Megan sending “mean messages”?  Plus, Megan was on medication and in treatment for attention deficit disorder and depression.  Knowing that she was potentially volatile, why would her parents allow her to continue on MySpace?

I’m not a parent, so I don’t understand all the ins and outs of parenting.  However, I do know that computers can be password-protected and sites can be blocked on the computer.  I understand that discipline, though hard, is valuable.  Sure, maybe Megan would have hopped on MySpace somewhere else, isn’t that always the argument?  “I’d rather have my child drink with me than at some wild party!”  What?  You’re condoning the behavior!

It’s a sad case in which parents are guilty of failing to protect a child, who desperately needed to be protected.  Even if Lori Drew goes to jail, no one really wins.

Covert Christianity

16 Apr

Written in 2006

By Amy Sondova Today the Christian book man came into my mom’s store to replenish their inspirational literature stand. He and I have a little ritual that takes place each month. He looks at me oddly when I request some of my favorite authors like C.S. Lewis and Philip Yancey. They’ve done demographic studies, he says each time, and they know what sells. Maybe it’s futile to try, but today I did it again. I told him that we’ve had requests for some quasi-Christian books—ones that Christians can give to their unsaved friends to offer them hope. He didn’t look at me oddly this time; he looked at me with disgust. They didn’t have books that hid the message of the gospel, he curtly replied. I half-expected him to ask me how I could suggest such a thing. But he didn’t. He simply went about his work. For months, the rack has been housing books such as Amish Home Remedies and Good Clean Jokes to Drive Your Parents Crazy. Not exactly offering moral inspiration to the masses, is it? Yet my request showed fruits of a benign faith to this man.

Sometimes I wonder if I really am hiding my faith under a bushel. I mean, I have a Rock for Life bumper sticker and a Christian fish symbol on the back of my SUV. I try to be Jesus to the people I see (at least most of the time.) I’ve just never been one to walk up to a stranger and ask, “Excuse me, do you know where you’re going when you die?” I did it on a mission trip to Philadelphia once when I was in high school. I hated doing it. There just seemed something wrong with harassing people on the street with the gospel.

Yet these people so desperately need to know who Jesus is and what He did for them. They’re crying out for God’s love and they don’t even know it. Sometimes my burden for the others is so strong, I want to run up to someone, grab them by the shoulders, and shake them while screaming, “Jesus loves you! Do you understand that? He died on the cross for you and you act like it never happened. Please love Him back!” Tears of sincerity would be pouring down the contours of my cheeks, yet I’m fairly certain a simple assault charge would be my reward for this type of “witnessing”.

Street evangelism can be effective. I’ve seen people sob right there on the sidewalk and give their lives to Christ. Children, who came from the poorest of households, prayed for the first time in their lives. These are sacred moments. It feels as though we should take off our shoes in reverence because it is at these times that we trod on holy ground. Still I can’t help but wondering what happens to these individuals once we go home and return to our normal lives.

Personally, I like relational and servant evangelism. Both types of evangelism offer more than the “Here’s-a-tract-and-call-me-in-the-morning” witnessing approach. Relational evangelism was the crux of my relationships with marginal kids in the senior high youth group. Since our church is huge, it was easy for a few kids to slip away from youth group. Fortunately, I knew every nook and cranny of the church (probably because I used to sneak away from youth group, too!) Other adult leaders forced these escapees to return to the youth room. I, however, had a different approach. I just sat there with them and talked about music, weaponry, art, and whatever was on their minds. Sometimes the conversation would take a surprising turn towards God or Christianity, and they shared their hearts. They stayed in the youth room when I did talks, and then eventually stayed every week. It wasn’t because of me though; it was God in me and even then it was God.

Our youth pastor was a big proponent of servant evangelism. One sizzling summer afternoon we gathered the middle and high school students together for a project. A group of over 70 students and leaders trekked to the super Wal-Mart conveniently located next to our church. We were armed with Windex, paper towels, and garbage bags. Our mission was to wash the windshields of the cars in the parking lot. The only indication of our presence was a streaky windshield and a little card telling the car owner that we wanted to show him or her God’s love in a practical way. My mission was to be the keeper of the trash bag in which the kids deposited used paper towels.

As soon as they hit the parking lot, groups of boys ran to the hot rods while the girls began a systematic sweep of the area. The middle schoolers ran from car to car trying to bless as many people as possible (or trying to see who could wash the most windshields). Oh, well, I thought, at least they’re learning about how to serve. They really seemed to be having fun as they started to belt out, “I love Jesus; yes, I do. I love Jesus; how ‘bout you?” Customers were pleasantly surprised to see our teens serving God. I was, too.

An elderly couple and their two grandchildren exited their beat-up station wagon and were immediately approached by a couple of kids. “Can we wash your windows?” one boy enthusiastically asked.

The old man looked down and softly replied, “No, thank you, not today.” The kids ran off to the next car. A couple of girls and I were nearby picking up paper towels some of the boys forgot to throw away. While his wife and children walked away, the old man lingered behind watching us. Then he turned to us and asked, “Well, how much does it cost?” I looked at the girls indicating I wanted them to respond, but they remained tight-lipped.

“It doesn’t cost anything. We’re washing your windows to show you God’s love in a real, tangible way,” I said with a smile. I wasn’t prepared for what happened next.

The old man’s eyes filled with tears. “No one has ever showed me God’s love like this,” he choked. He was moved beyond words.

“Can we wash your car windows, sir?” I asked hopefully.

“Yes,” he said, “Please do.” Excitedly, the girls raced over to his car and got to work. He thanked the girls for their service and joined his family at the entrance to the store. The girls and I then prayed for that old man, his wife, and grandchildren. And somehow that sticky blacktop became holy ground.

A little while later some students decided that washing car windows wasn’t enough, so they began washing Wal-Mart’s windows. A few decided to return carts abandoned by careless shoppers in the parking lot. A couple of Wal-Mart employees stood at the entrance and laughed at the teens. The employees then blessed us with a whole role of smiley face stickers and thanked the students for their work. One of the kids replied, “No problem. We just did it because God loves you.” Then he put a smiley face sticker in the middle of his forehead. He was Jesus in the flesh. They all were. Smiley faces stickers and all.

Thinking about it, Jesus talked a lot and followed up His words with actions. He spent time with people, talked to them, and He served them. In fact, He was the ultimate Servant Evangelist dying on a cross for our sins. So here I sit in the shop writing this article while Five Iron Frenzy blasts from my laptop. I’m not wearing my faith on my sleeve, nor do I take issue with those who do. There’s a place for all of us at the Great Banquet. I can only hope my seat is near the saints with the smiley face stickers firmly attached to their faces.

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Ripped Apart: Helping Teens Through Divorce

5 Mar

By Amy Sondova Is it my fault? I was haunted by the question. Whether sitting in a college class learning about women’s literature or hanging out with friends, it hit me. Before the rush of emotion crested, I would race to the nearest bathroom, lock myself into a stall, and weep. Once I regained my brave front, I would splash cold water on my face and head off to face the “real world”. I was 19 years-old and my parents were getting a divorce.My whole world came crashing down the night I found out that my father, a former pastor, was having an affair. The days, weeks, and months that followed were racked with chaos. My world, as I knew it, had inexplicably crumbled. I was left grasping at the pieces of my middle class family life. Because I am an only child, I was unable to find communal comfort in a brother or sister. I kept my grief close and isolated.

Therefore, the healing process was slow and agonizing. Finally, I came to deal with and accept the truth—I am a child of divorce. According to the U.S. Census Report in 2000, a staggering 33% of children under the age of 18 have divorced parents. Statistics are expected to rise dramatically over the next decade. While we as Christians like to focus on the Great Marriage that is to come, we can’t ignore the many divorces affecting the lives of our youth (and lay ministers) here on earth. By understanding the thoughts, emotions, and decisions teens face when their parents divorce, adults can offer strength and security in a situation that makes little sense.

When divorce happens, its innocent victims—the children—often ask, “Is it my fault?” They question their own role in the breakdown of their parents’ marriage. “If only I was better behaved, got better grades, helped out more at home, etc…” “If only’s” can drive a teenager over the edge with misdirected, false guilt. Remember to constantly reassure your student that it’s not her fault. She can never hear this enough. Look her straight in the eyes and say, “Remember, this is not your fault. The divorce is between your mother and your father. It is their choice. You are caught in the middle. You maybe feel responsible, but remember, this is not your fault.”

Along with carrying a load of guilt, teens also feel responsible to become “the man or woman of the house”. Acting as a “pseudo-spouse”, a teen may take on some of the responsibilities of the parent living outside the home. In some cases, the parent with primary custody of the children becomes so distraught, that the child takes care of the parent. The teen may also be filling the emotional support role of the estranged spouse. Being now viewed as an “adult”, some teens are even used as go-betweens to settle child support issues, distribution of marital property, and the arrangement of parental visits. A teenager lacks the emotional capability and stability to be stand-in spouse and should never be put into this position.

Because a teen feels so responsible, he may take the side of the parent who seems most devastated or victimized by the divorce. It is in these cases that a teen most often fills in the role of the missing spouse. Teens tend to be most sympathetic to the parent who has primary custody. In most cases, this parent is Mom. Eldest and only children are more like to take sides and are most likely to take on the role of pseudo-spouse. Only children are especially vulnerable since the relationship now consists of child and parent. Other teens feel conflicted by expressing anger and sympathy at both parents. Teenage emotions are erratic as it is, mix in a divorce and watch depression, anxiety, trauma, and decreased self-esteem arise.

Finances can become tight as family assets are split and divorce lawyers collect their fees. A teen that was secure in her family’s finances may have to get a part-time job (if she doesn’t have one already) and put college plans on hold. Even though my mother was the primary breadwinner in our small family, at times the many was so tight all we could do was cry out to the Lord. The money always came. The bills were always paid. God always provided. But waiting is never easy.

Life for a adolescent is about to change radically. She is faced with choices that may be impossible to make—like which parent with which to live. She may have to move into a new house, attend a different school, and find another church. My mother and I moved in with my grandparents. Three generations in one household! It was a hard adjustment, but it allowed me to forge a close relationship with my maternal grandparents in the last years of their lives.

The one thing I could always count on through those tumultuous teenage years was the knowledge that my parents would always be together. As their marriage deteriorated and divorce became inevitable, I swore I would never get married. I shied away from guys who showed an interest in me and sought after guy who weren’t interested at all. To this day, six years after the divorce became “finalized”; I’ve had difficulty engaging in a steady, serious romantic relationship. The older a child is when divorce happens, the more damaging the experience will be to that child. Research shows that children under the age of 10 are much more resilient to divorce. Teens, especially older teens and adult children have fewer significant relationships and are less likely to get married if their parents are divorced. Many students will questions whether they want to date or get married. Fortunately, most teens are not seriously considering marriage at this point.

Perhaps a church family can be a model of a healthy family for teens from broken homes. A pastor at my church and his family unofficially “adopted” me. I was a big sister to their children and invited to participate in various family activities. By observing a positive, God-centered married and experiencing healthy family life, God was able to heal my cynical view of marriage and family. It is a huge investment to make in the life of a student. But, then again, that’s why you’re in ministry.

Marriage isn’t the only uncertainty a teenage child of divorce faces. He may wonder what will become of him. If something as solid as family can change, what else could happen? Suddenly the world seems a lot less safe. It’s like waking up to the horror of 9/11 day after day. Yes, disaster can strike at home when we least expect it.

A teen may wonder how they can be sure of God’s promises…of anything. Faith in God may seem like a rock solid foundation to life, but is it? Sit with a girl in her pain and let her ask these questions. Wrestling through faith is healthy. Let her do 90% of the talking, if not more. She will come to her own conclusions through reasoning and conversation. If you do too much talking, preaching, sharing, etc., a teen will feel hurt. Because she thinks you’re looking for a quick fix or feels like she’s not being heard, she will go elsewhere for comfort. Then you miss the blessing to of showing God’s love to His child.

When you listen to a teenager, make sure you “hear” what she is saying. Don’t be afraid to ask questions for clarification. Every few minutes, pause and repeat what the teen is saying (yes, this counts as your 10% of the conversation). Echoing back the teen’s thoughts helps you to make sure that you and your student are on the same page. It also allows the individual to hear what she is communicating. And when you feel the prompting of the Spirit, offer words of counsel and truth.

It may be necessary to recommend a professional counselor. Many counselors are willing to work alongside other supports in a teenager’s life. Your adolescent can decide whether or not to sign a confidentiality waiver that will allow his counselor to talk to you. Encourage your student to be honest and open with his counselor. Also, remember to leave family reconciliation issues to the professionals. Your good intentions with a family intervention can leave lasting emotional scars.

Finally, remind your teen that her hope is firmly planted in the Lord. One of my favorite places to refer people in despair is Psalm 46. During my own struggles, this psalm has been my solace. The Bible has tons of passages that can offer comfort to a child of divorce (another good one is Isaiah 49: 15-16). Use the Bible as your comfort resource guide. Take your student on a journey with Ishmael, Joseph, and others who were estranged from their families.

Those of you who join me in the statistics as a child of divorce have unique and personal insight to minister to these hurting kids. Take the opportunity to share your story with a hurting teen. She will see that you made it through the sloppy slough of divorce, maybe she can, too. Yes, you can make a difference.

Remember, God is in this. The break-up of a marriage, especially one involving children, is a tragedy. Fortunately, we have a God who loves to use the ashes of our tragedies to bring forth beauty.

DivorceCare is a great ministry that offers support groups at local churches for individuals who are separated or divorced. They also offer a group especially for kids and teens. You can check them out on the web at www.divorcecare.org or www.dc4k.org.

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Teenagers, Think Before You Post

5 Jan

I was reading a blurb about High School Musical 1 & 2 star Vanessa Hudgens on Idolator.com and came across this PSA urging teens to think before they post. The folks at Idolator.com were trying to be cute posting the PSA with a tidbit about how Hudgens regrets having nude photos taken of her back in September (You can read the full story on Hudgens here). But the message is a good one…I urge you to check it out and share it with the teenagers in your life. It’s way better (and shorter) than any after-school special I had to sit through…

Speaking of HSM, did you know that there’s going to be a High School Musical Ice Tour? Yup, it’s true. Now your favorite ‘tween movie is coming to a hockey arena near you. It sort of changes the old saying, “I went to a fight, and a hockey game broke out” to “I saw a bunch of ‘tween girls fighting over who loves Zac Efron the most and an ice musical broke out.”

Tips for Helping a Cutter Find Relief

6 Dec

My friend, Tim Schmoyer, wrote about ministering to cutters on his blog, which offers advice and insight on a variety of youth ministry topics.  Read his featured article, “Tips for Helping a Cutter Find Relief”.   But also look at some of other great stuff on his sight and it’s FOR FREE!

If you can vote, stay home!

31 Oct

Recently, our local paper ran a story about teenagers and college students who enjoy going trick-or-treating. (Story here.) I love dressing up. In fact, I think we should have more opportunities as adults to wear costumes and go out in public. But there are some rules that should be observed, especially in regards to Trick-or-Treat.

First of all, if you can’t vote (that is you are under 18), you should not be wearing provocative Halloween costumes. Actually, I don’t advocate that sort of thing for any female (or male) or any age. Take the above picture. This fairy costume is marketed towards teenage girls, who want to look sexy and enchanting. Girls, if you show up in a burlap sack, a teenage guy will find you enchanting. You don’t have to spend $60 on an outfit like this to look like a fairy enchantress…really. If you show it all off, you’re losing the mystery of feminine beauty. Not only is such an outfit not appropriate for trick-or-treat night, but you look like a treat and all the guys are gonna want to show you their tricks.

Now it’s always been my opinion that if you’re over the age of 11, you shouldn’t be out on the streets of your neighborhood trying to get free candy. It’s a bit ridiculous. Trick-or-Treat is for CHILDREN, of which teenagers are no longer. I know that high school kids like to go out and partake of the fun, which I don’t mine as long as they actually wear a costume.  Breaking into your sister’s Barbie make-up and smearing some on your face does not a costume constitute.

If I’m giving away my Milky Ways, you’ve got to do something to earn ’em, like wear a costume.  It’s proper Halloween protocol, which you are already choosing to break by being able to grow your own beard for your pirate outfit.  The last thing I wanna do is give up candy to some punk who had a Peter Pan complex.  Remember, whatever candy I don’t give out at the end of the night is mine to keep and devour.  If you’re going to rob me of my chocolatey goodness at least give me some good entertainment.  And, no, me laughing at your behind your back as you scamper down the sidewalk with five year-olds is not amusement.

It’s especially troubling if these trick-or-treaters know how to drive because they can hit the neighborhoods with the best candy all in one night.  I know that some competitive parents do the same thing for their children.  It’s candy, not an episode of “The Great Race”, ease up, let the kids have fun, and grow up.  Go buy some apple cider, bob for apples, eat some candy corn, and party hardy with your pals.  You can all wear costumes and have a great time.

I know it’s sad, but accept it.  Don’t you think I’d like to walk around getting candy from strangers in my fantastic Halloween costumes?  (I do, in fact, have a very well-established costume collection!)  Of course, I do.  But I’m 27!  I pay bills and clean my apartment and pretend to work and stuff.

Your first steps into adulthood begin now–you can wear your costume proudly and celebrate Halloween joyfully–just stop trick-or-treating.  There comes a time in the life of every young man and woman’s life when he or she must give up trick-or-treating and your time is now.  Just a FYI, there’s no Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, or Tooth Fairy either.

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