Picture this: it's recess. Your supposed best friend got you out in four square. She sticks her tongue out you just to let the loss really sink in. These are the mean girls of second grade. We've all had them. They're your doctor, your teacher, even your favorite aunt. And thus, from this point forward in this article, I will be inscribing an open letter to these "people" who changed my life for the better.

Dear Mean Girls from Second Grade,

Thank you. Thank you for outs in four square. Thank you for stealing my tamagotchi. Thank you for cutting me in the lunch line every Thursday. Thank you for eating my fruit roll up when I was looking in the other direction. Because I am stronger for it. Because you made me the person I am today.

Now, let's really assess the situation at hand.

3 billion children across the globe suffer from these sorts of conundrums every day, day after day, non-stop. This is no joking matter. It is the responsibility, nay, obligation, nay, mandatory requirement, for this society's leaders to create change. In today's society, its gone well past the silly bandz and fruit roll ups. Nowadays, there's all the tweets and the youtube channels. The instagrams and the selfie sticks. The snapchat map and the Pokemon Go. The problem has gotten out of hand.

If you are reading this article, think back, real back, to what you said in second grade would be your job when you grew up. A fireman? A princess? Did you get there? Did you do that? No. I doubt it. So think twice before you eat my fruit roll up.

My fluctuating self-esteem still screams at me today: why didn't you give me your favorite silly band like you promised? But what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. For what its worth, nobody plays with tamagotchis anymore.

Sincerely,
A successful, rich adult