my life is below average. in fact; it sucks. i do nothing all day exscept waste away. ive wasted away the 19th year of my life in front of a cpu screen. Its my fault though, and i dont have the drive to make a change–i have a dream to be an owner of a shelter of zoologist too
Average is how my English teacher has made me feel this semester. Receiving C+’s and C’s on papers is just not what I am used to and it is just making me frustrated with the entire class because I am working my ass off and only getting average grades. I just cannot wait for this semester to be over so that I don’t have to deal with it anymore. Home next Friday…thank goodness.
average, what is this word, it is horrible i think. no one is average and no one should be average. In fact, what is told to be average is wrong,a dn weird is the normal. Average does not mean size or personality or income. you are not just a statistic. Average is being yourself.
above or below, we’re never expecting what this word tells us to. We’re beyond what this word can ever think of, we’re more complex than these boxy letters. thats why it’s so freeing to think outside the box, to become bigger than what you were expected to do.
in every aspect you would be completely average. you have acne and are quite akwardly tall. you are not the sweetest i’ve met. you have a spontaeous, outlandish comedy about you. everyone notices you, but you are still average. except to me. to me, you are the best thing in the world, all i care about, and your “averageness” is what makes you my whole heart and soul.
above or below, things never live up to what you expect this word will make them. We’re more than this word. were not this simple, were not this easily enclosed in boxy letters. We have to have more room to breathe than that. Average? need not apply, were above your standards.
I’m average, she thought. Add everyone in the world- all their qualities, the murderers and the saints and the inbetweeners and I fall exactly, statistically, perfectly in the middle. I am the most normal person alive.
I don’t know how it feels to be average. I wish I did. I always felt like that made me different in someway. I reject and accept the average. Maybe this level of contradiction is what makes me different. I probably just think way too much. That or maybe I have a disorder. Hmm.
what is average? really, there is no such thing. a statistical fantasy, the mean of a set of numbers. an ideal type of something. really, there is no average giraffe or puma… on an anomaly of factors, merged to fit someones expectations.
I was an average student. Any class requiring math skills I was sure to flunk, math, science were a night mare for me. But any class that required reading like English and History & Social Studies were a breeze. And I went on to do well for myself, so that is all behind me now.
the average of all things comes down to
a basic existence – every living, especially
sentient, being reduced by simple
mathematics and
division to the bricks that we are built of
and we call them:
amino acids.
I’m above average everywhere but where it counts. My grades are sky high, but my appearance is easily overlooked. I’ve got the pen that makes the world stand still, but the social skills of an anime geek. I’ve got a heart so full its owner would surely never go for want of love, but I have no means of conveying it.
I never really understood Yogi’s interpretation of the average bear. Average bears are meant to show the “normal” bear that does everything in a “normal” way….but why would you apply average to a bear when they tend to run on pure instinct. Average should be applied only to human beings because….we’re superior. Contrary to what the average bear believes.
most people that I see in my class, its really kinda sad that so many people think being unaverage is shopping at hot topic and doing sports or whatever. Being unaverage lies solely in the mind.
I’m very hungry, but I’m too lazy to make food. This sounds like the most average story ever. A great many college students probably spend their lives hungry, sleepy, unwashed, and customarily late. I ought to do homework, but instead, I’m procrastinating by writing about procrastinating. This is all stuff that everyone’s heard many times before.
average is a sort of useless term. if average is the mean of everyone, but is no one in particular, then who really cares. of course it makes it so much simpler to be able to refer to averages. and of course this is now we know where we stand with relation to others. so i suppose that’s useful. average. she was average. it should be more flattering. no? to be “normal”. but it sounds rather boring really.
Me. I am about as average as they come, there’s nothing special about me. I lead an average life as a college student, doing homework, going to class, eating, sleeping, and repeating. Hopefully, my life won’t be this average.
Why wasn’t I more upset about my situation? I was walking along as if this were just an average day. If ever there were a reason to panic, this would be it. Why was I so calm?
when did you stop loving me/when did i stop loving you/when did the average of the sum of the means not add up/when did we subtract from what we tried to make/until we added too much to stay?
by i bet you think this song is about you on 11.09.2010
Average is a very annoying place to be. Shatter the status quo. Be different. That’s okay. Average is not always a positive thing. Be better.
when did you stop loving me/when did i stop loving you/when di the average of the sum of the means not add up/when did we subtract from what we tried to make/until we added too much to stay?
by i bet you think this song is about you on 11.09.2010
I’m below average, no one cares for me. I’m below the ‘below average’ group at my school. The silent taunts drive me insane. I beg in my head for it to stop. I need it to. I know I’ll probably never be worth anything, but I can still dream and wish right? The window into the alternate universe reflects back at me. Showing me how pathetic I am in my eyes. As I squish together the skin of my thighs, I grip my razor. The knife in my stomach twists deeper. My chest tightens as I place the razor onto the squished skin. Words pile into my head…Pathetic…Useless…Ugly…Fat…Worthless…Empty. They ring through my mind like a thousand church bells. I’m way below ‘average’. But, what exactly rules someone ‘average’ or not? What must be calculated to determine that? Looks? Personality? Intelligence? I push the razor down and out from my leg, and watch the blood slowly inch its way to the surface of my thigh. I crumble to my knees and shake with sobs.
I’m below average, no one cares for me. I’m below the ‘below average’ group at my school. The silent taunts drive me insane. I beg in my head for it to stop. I need it to. I know i’ll probably never be worth anything, but I can still dream and wish right? The window into the alternate universe reflects back at me. Showing me how pathetic I am in my eyes. As I squish together the skin of my thighs, I grip my razor. The knife in my stomach twists deeper into my stomach. My chest tightens as I place the razor onto the squished skin. Words pile into my head…Pathetic…Useless…Ugly…Fat…Worthless…Empty. They ring through my mind like a thousand church bells. I’m way below ‘average’. But, what exactly rules someone ‘average’ or not? What must be calculated to determine that? Looks? Personality? Intelligence? I push the razor down and out from my leg, and watch the blood slowly inch its way to the surface of my thigh. I crumble to my knees and shake with sobs.
WHen i think about the word average, all i can think is that its what i don’t want to be. there is this idea that being average means that your life is worthless or without cause and it sucks. But i am afraid to get out there and actually be more than average.
Average. Hey, we’re studying this in math…average (or mean), median, and mode. Those statistics, man are they tricky. I’m telling you, once you get past the terribly easy portion, they actually get quite difficult. Go figure!
(Did you catch that witty math pun? Figure? Ha, I crack myself up!)
i’m average. plain. boring. my life is average. i like that website, its funny. my family is average. i think. no , i joke. they’re dysfunctional. i dont know what other family is dysfunctional as mine. but times almost up oh no
i am an average thirteen year old
i live in an average house with an average family
i have many average friends
my brothers are not so average
average is also all the numbers added together and divided by the number of numbers there was to begin with
like every one else
the same
not outstanding
the sum of a group of things divided by the number of things
the anger that have has because it lost its “H”
not me
No one can be considered average. Everyone has their own talents, their own regrets, worries, goals, desires. We’re all on a different path to a different finish line. Or so I’ve been told. Sometimes it feels like we’re all striving for the same thing, but then I remember that I’m a writer and only a few people know about my passion; even fewer know the worlds that grow every day inside my head.
My life is average is a great website. Although the stories on it are no longer truly average. If those things happened in my life my life would be amazing. My life is average, my parents are divorcing, which sucks but is very normal in America. I hate it though and I feel lost and confused but then again that is also average for a teenage girl.
Some days I feel like I’m anything but average. Those are the good days, the days where nothing can get me down, nothing an stop me from being the best I am. I may be nervous or wary, but never average. The days where I feel like everyone else…those are the days that I worry about myself. About others worse, and about the silly things that shouldn’t matter.
This is how average I feel. I spent the morning at an educational technology seminar. Nothing we are doing at ocsd with regard to Ed tech is anything unusual.
I always waned to be more then average. Average. Just like all the other people out here wasting their lives on the average mind-numbing instances. Everyone else has done it. Whatever “it” it. Whatever average is. I am it. In the morning I woke up feeling different.
On average, I spend a lot of time playin games
I like to relax
On average, I drink two cups of orange juice on on sitting
On average, I might eat 5 bowls of pho in a month
On average, I may read about sports new at least 2 hours a day
my life is below average. in fact; it sucks. i do nothing all day exscept waste away. ive wasted away the 19th year of my life in front of a cpu screen. Its my fault though, and i dont have the drive to make a change–i have a dream to be an owner of a shelter of zoologist too
Average is how my English teacher has made me feel this semester. Receiving C+’s and C’s on papers is just not what I am used to and it is just making me frustrated with the entire class because I am working my ass off and only getting average grades. I just cannot wait for this semester to be over so that I don’t have to deal with it anymore. Home next Friday…thank goodness.
average, what is this word, it is horrible i think. no one is average and no one should be average. In fact, what is told to be average is wrong,a dn weird is the normal. Average does not mean size or personality or income. you are not just a statistic. Average is being yourself.
above or below, we’re never expecting what this word tells us to. We’re beyond what this word can ever think of, we’re more complex than these boxy letters. thats why it’s so freeing to think outside the box, to become bigger than what you were expected to do.
in every aspect you would be completely average. you have acne and are quite akwardly tall. you are not the sweetest i’ve met. you have a spontaeous, outlandish comedy about you. everyone notices you, but you are still average. except to me. to me, you are the best thing in the world, all i care about, and your “averageness” is what makes you my whole heart and soul.
above or below, things never live up to what you expect this word will make them. We’re more than this word. were not this simple, were not this easily enclosed in boxy letters. We have to have more room to breathe than that. Average? need not apply, were above your standards.
I’m average, she thought. Add everyone in the world- all their qualities, the murderers and the saints and the inbetweeners and I fall exactly, statistically, perfectly in the middle. I am the most normal person alive.
I don’t know how it feels to be average. I wish I did. I always felt like that made me different in someway. I reject and accept the average. Maybe this level of contradiction is what makes me different. I probably just think way too much. That or maybe I have a disorder. Hmm.
what is average? really, there is no such thing. a statistical fantasy, the mean of a set of numbers. an ideal type of something. really, there is no average giraffe or puma… on an anomaly of factors, merged to fit someones expectations.
I was an average student. Any class requiring math skills I was sure to flunk, math, science were a night mare for me. But any class that required reading like English and History & Social Studies were a breeze. And I went on to do well for myself, so that is all behind me now.
For as long as I can remember, I have never been average. I’m gifted. I’ve known this since I was five.
the average of all things comes down to
a basic existence – every living, especially
sentient, being reduced by simple
mathematics and
division to the bricks that we are built of
and we call them:
amino acids.
I’m above average everywhere but where it counts. My grades are sky high, but my appearance is easily overlooked. I’ve got the pen that makes the world stand still, but the social skills of an anime geek. I’ve got a heart so full its owner would surely never go for want of love, but I have no means of conveying it.
I never really understood Yogi’s interpretation of the average bear. Average bears are meant to show the “normal” bear that does everything in a “normal” way….but why would you apply average to a bear when they tend to run on pure instinct. Average should be applied only to human beings because….we’re superior. Contrary to what the average bear believes.
most people that I see in my class, its really kinda sad that so many people think being unaverage is shopping at hot topic and doing sports or whatever. Being unaverage lies solely in the mind.
I’m very hungry, but I’m too lazy to make food. This sounds like the most average story ever. A great many college students probably spend their lives hungry, sleepy, unwashed, and customarily late. I ought to do homework, but instead, I’m procrastinating by writing about procrastinating. This is all stuff that everyone’s heard many times before.
average is a sort of useless term. if average is the mean of everyone, but is no one in particular, then who really cares. of course it makes it so much simpler to be able to refer to averages. and of course this is now we know where we stand with relation to others. so i suppose that’s useful. average. she was average. it should be more flattering. no? to be “normal”. but it sounds rather boring really.
Me. I am about as average as they come, there’s nothing special about me. I lead an average life as a college student, doing homework, going to class, eating, sleeping, and repeating. Hopefully, my life won’t be this average.
Why wasn’t I more upset about my situation? I was walking along as if this were just an average day. If ever there were a reason to panic, this would be it. Why was I so calm?
when did you stop loving me/when did i stop loving you/when did the average of the sum of the means not add up/when did we subtract from what we tried to make/until we added too much to stay?
Average is a very annoying place to be. Shatter the status quo. Be different. That’s okay. Average is not always a positive thing. Be better.
when did you stop loving me/when did i stop loving you/when di the average of the sum of the means not add up/when did we subtract from what we tried to make/until we added too much to stay?
I’m below average, no one cares for me. I’m below the ‘below average’ group at my school. The silent taunts drive me insane. I beg in my head for it to stop. I need it to. I know I’ll probably never be worth anything, but I can still dream and wish right? The window into the alternate universe reflects back at me. Showing me how pathetic I am in my eyes. As I squish together the skin of my thighs, I grip my razor. The knife in my stomach twists deeper. My chest tightens as I place the razor onto the squished skin. Words pile into my head…Pathetic…Useless…Ugly…Fat…Worthless…Empty. They ring through my mind like a thousand church bells. I’m way below ‘average’. But, what exactly rules someone ‘average’ or not? What must be calculated to determine that? Looks? Personality? Intelligence? I push the razor down and out from my leg, and watch the blood slowly inch its way to the surface of my thigh. I crumble to my knees and shake with sobs.
I’m below average, no one cares for me. I’m below the ‘below average’ group at my school. The silent taunts drive me insane. I beg in my head for it to stop. I need it to. I know i’ll probably never be worth anything, but I can still dream and wish right? The window into the alternate universe reflects back at me. Showing me how pathetic I am in my eyes. As I squish together the skin of my thighs, I grip my razor. The knife in my stomach twists deeper into my stomach. My chest tightens as I place the razor onto the squished skin. Words pile into my head…Pathetic…Useless…Ugly…Fat…Worthless…Empty. They ring through my mind like a thousand church bells. I’m way below ‘average’. But, what exactly rules someone ‘average’ or not? What must be calculated to determine that? Looks? Personality? Intelligence? I push the razor down and out from my leg, and watch the blood slowly inch its way to the surface of my thigh. I crumble to my knees and shake with sobs.
WHen i think about the word average, all i can think is that its what i don’t want to be. there is this idea that being average means that your life is worthless or without cause and it sucks. But i am afraid to get out there and actually be more than average.
Average. Hey, we’re studying this in math…average (or mean), median, and mode. Those statistics, man are they tricky. I’m telling you, once you get past the terribly easy portion, they actually get quite difficult. Go figure!
(Did you catch that witty math pun? Figure? Ha, I crack myself up!)
i’m average. plain. boring. my life is average. i like that website, its funny. my family is average. i think. no , i joke. they’re dysfunctional. i dont know what other family is dysfunctional as mine. but times almost up oh no
i am an average thirteen year old
i live in an average house with an average family
i have many average friends
my brothers are not so average
average is also all the numbers added together and divided by the number of numbers there was to begin with
like every one else
the same
not outstanding
the sum of a group of things divided by the number of things
the anger that have has because it lost its “H”
not me
i am an average boy in an average world except today i was met by a martian. he came from planet afgmygyt. he was so good looking i wanted
i woke up knowing that soon my average day would come. first the cereal. than the
i got a 3 on my test. i was so ashamed because i am usually a 4 student. i hate getting average scores because i am better than that.
No one can be considered average. Everyone has their own talents, their own regrets, worries, goals, desires. We’re all on a different path to a different finish line. Or so I’ve been told. Sometimes it feels like we’re all striving for the same thing, but then I remember that I’m a writer and only a few people know about my passion; even fewer know the worlds that grow every day inside my head.
My life is average is a great website. Although the stories on it are no longer truly average. If those things happened in my life my life would be amazing. My life is average, my parents are divorcing, which sucks but is very normal in America. I hate it though and I feel lost and confused but then again that is also average for a teenage girl.
Some days I feel like I’m anything but average. Those are the good days, the days where nothing can get me down, nothing an stop me from being the best I am. I may be nervous or wary, but never average. The days where I feel like everyone else…those are the days that I worry about myself. About others worse, and about the silly things that shouldn’t matter.
This is how average I feel. I spent the morning at an educational technology seminar. Nothing we are doing at ocsd with regard to Ed tech is anything unusual.
I always waned to be more then average. Average. Just like all the other people out here wasting their lives on the average mind-numbing instances. Everyone else has done it. Whatever “it” it. Whatever average is. I am it. In the morning I woke up feeling different.
Hai there…
there was an regular old guy. he didn’t amount to much.
no bank accounts.
no drivers license.
no job.
nothing.
yet he was average.
On average, I spend a lot of time playin games
I like to relax
On average, I drink two cups of orange juice on on sitting
On average, I might eat 5 bowls of pho in a month
On average, I may read about sports new at least 2 hours a day