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Welcome to the first installment of my column, "Tyler's Mad Crib." I begged my editor Dan to call it "My So-Called Column," since my life sometimes seems just like that show "My So-Called Life," but he said that was a cliché. So I said "How about "Tyler's Crib?" So then he wanted me to call it "Tyler's Phat Crib." But I told him that "phat" is so over, and that you wouldn't put "phat" with "crib" anyway: You'd say "mad" now, Dan.(Dan is really cool, but he's kind of out of it because he's in his mid-20s and he lives in the woods. But I'll be keeping him up to speed on everything from now on.) So then he suggested "Tyler's Mad Crib." I thought that was corny, and I told him so, and I said that nobody my age would read a column with a title like that. Then he said to me, "Tyler, I hear you. But Tripod is a business, and when our ad sales people are out on calls pitching a 'teen' column, the suits on the other side of the table better hear some kind of teen slang right away or they take their naps." |
By Tyler Valdez
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I could see his point. Besides, I don't really care what the column is called as long I get to speak my mind and write what I think is important. And you can tell from reading articles on Tripod that it's practically the only place online where writers can do that. In the coming weeks and months I'll be telling you all about myself: my parents, my friends, my school, movies I like and don't like (I'm a big film buff), my college goals and plans for the future you know, your basic hopes and dreams.
I don't want to turn this into a personals ad, so I'm not going to discuss my height and weight, and how I like to take long walks on the beach. Let's just say that I'm a 16-year-old high school student in Boston, Massachusetts. (I go to a public school, and I'm proud of it.) My mother works in the nonprofit sector, right now at an organization that raises money for AIDS research, and my father teaches Latin American history at a big university. Oh yeah, and I'm a woman, even though you might not be able to tell from my first name, which is my mother's maiden name. My parents didn't want to change their own names to Tyler-Valdez, so I have it.
I want to be a writer. More specifically, I want to write for the Internet. That's because of something that happened earlier this year in school. Two of my friends and I were trying to get all the other kids in our class to sign a petition (it was to get the school cafeteria to serve coffee, but that's not important here). But because everybody in school knows me already, and remembers what I used to be like last year, they have a preconceived image of me set in their minds. And apparently that image isn't one which inspires people to get behind an issue like they should. We got the coffee in the cafeteria and everything, but it really wasn't as successful a campaign as it should have been. We barely squeaked by with enough signatures.
A month or so later, when I wanted to get people to walk in a Walk-A-Thon, I didn't hang around the hallway with a clipboard and a Bic. I wrote an anonymous article for our school's Intranet instead, talking all about the reason for the Walk-A-Thon it was a way to raise money for a school garden and the response was ten times bigger than I thought it would be. That experience showed me two things. One: I can use my ability to string two sentences together to make a difference in the world. Two: The Net is a great place for social change, because when you're online it's what you say that counts, not how you look or dress.
So let's keep it real. Let's share stories with each other about what it means to be a teenager in this world today. Send me letters at tylerv@tripod.com, and maybe you'll see one of your suggestions or stories right here, in Tyler's Crib.
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