Not a particularly good day here

Attempts to hack into the holographic journal's stored memory without the use of PAGEs or the number codes proved to be difficult. You get gibberish. Exasperated, you read another entry, whose number codes(a bit like a mix of passwords to files and safe combination methods) was written down on paper in a list.

2 April

Today was not a very good day. As I now speak to you, I am exhausted by the day's happenings and wushu.
[You see an energetic young face and the author automatically puts on false wrinkles, huge dark rings, and unfocuses his eyes as well as putting on a weak smile]

Upheavals were everywhere today. In class and in the drama and in cliques.
[In cliques part is exaggerated, but employed for a rhythmic purpose]

Today there was a guy; foreign student, not a saint, but nice chap with a different length of fuse than most people, he had a disagreement with a girl in class. It wasn't very easy on the ears. Not happy over a fellah's PW which wasn't very kind on his country.(May be erroneous)

Naturally grievances over him spilled over, when he replaced the person playing Kent in the drama. The original guy was nice but without the rudeness and temper of Kent, but was perceived as unteachable. The guy from above was his replacement. Naturally, another person, from the same class and in the drama, friend of the girl in above, complained(with every right and good reason to).

Apparently the person wasn't the only one. But that's enough. The point is I did some thinking.
[Someone shouts mockingly : "Does he ever think ?" Author gives him an offended look]

Let's see people. It is easy to criticise people. I myself am not except. But think about it, our own criticism more or less reflect about ourself see? Understanding of others is a lot harder than it is, especially when you perceive that yourself have been insulted/bullied/godknowswhat.
Even when we had such experience before. I won't claim to have any answers other than mankind wide selflessness. Cos' if I did, the world would be a better place.
[Snores]

I remembered a bible verse.

'Let he who has no sin cast the first stone.'

I think thats a good way to go.
[The audience murmur omniously. Although they have pebbles all around them, rotten eggs suddenly appear in their hands]

Gulp.