Failing the Mean Girls

When I was in middle school, this group of girls bullied me. They would call my house and hang up, say things to me in the hallways and then finally wrote a terrible letter to me outlining all of these things that were “wrong” with me.

But the funny thing was, no matter how I was upset by the letter (and I read and re-read it many times) I couldn’t get over one thing: the horrible grammar. So, I took out a red pen and did what I do best…I edited their note. The next day at school I handed it back to them and said “I gave this a C. When you’re ready to turn in your next draft, I’ll be happy to take a look at it.” They never bothered me again.

This is what I would say to my younger self: No matter what anyone says, you have unique talents. Believe in them, embrace them, and display them proudly. No one can bring you down unless you allow them to. Your talents, no matter what they may be, are your greatest defense-one that can be handled peacefully and with grace. No matter how hard it may get, continue on with dignity. In the end their names will fade, the pain will dull, but your integrity will get you through. I promise.

Glenna Lynne Schubert

**This essay was written as part of the MTV Voices campaign to speak out about bullying. The article, and their website can be accessed here:


(Only) Seeing Red

A generation sits
devoid of inspiration
to put words to page:
page turner—turning point—point blank range.

Shots fired.

She should be beautiful.
Coca-cola red explodes, like a shaken bottle flowing,
with syllables following
the curve of her body.

Eyes close to a clown’s nose open
on a sugar-coated, color-coded, overloaded

A toro to its cape;
a planned escape.
The hero dies.
Lucy cries,

“Ricky, this is it.”

Glenna Lynne Schubert

**This poem was published in the Fall 2009 issue of Wooden Teeth, The George Washignton University Literay Magazine. You can find out more information on their website here: