Who is John Green?

The 13th District

By Taylor Pittman

Statesboro High School

Nicole Schuster

Cambridge High School

Author. Nerdfighter. Crash Course Tutor. Phenom. However, John Green is most often recognized as the author who broke millions of hearts with his novel “The Fault in our Stars.”  With the publication of this heart-wrenching novel, Green’s fame has skyrocketed.  Despite what many people assume, Green is much more than just another young adult author with a touching story to share.

“He is the face and voice of our generation, an intelligent mind and a role model,” says Katie Atkinson, a senior at Union Grove High School located in McDonough, GA.

In the anticipation for the movie release of “The Fault in our Stars,” social media and fan sites all across the internet set up a huge hype for the film. Lost in the cyber jungle of this book-turned-movie, it is easy to forget about Green’s other novels that…

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I Am A Woman Who Survived.

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Jen here. I have a broken foot as many of you know, so I am giving the site all my attention right now. I am over the moon with the posts these days! Pinching myself! Today’s essay is one I hope you will read and share and help me make viral. This is so well-written, so important. Anyone, and I mean anyone, who has known abuse- you are not alone. And you don’t need to stay. Janine Canty, you blew me away with this beautifully nuanced and heartbreaking piece.

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I Am A Woman Who Survived. By Janine Canty.

Every October I wear a purple ribbon.

It represents women who have lost their lives to senseless violence. It represents men and children who have lost their lives to senseless violence. It represents people who died too young, with most of their words still inside them. It represents the empty place at…

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Dear Diary, Forever is a lie .

Today, like every day, I’m learning new things about life. As hurtful as it seems, but as true too. No one stays by your side forever, and nothing last forever. Everything has an ending. Good one, sometimes, but most of the time, as cruel as the world could be. I learnt that no matter what you do to the human kind, there’s always a ‘but what if’ in every relationship, where you feel every time a pinch of suspiciousness.


Feeling weird and lonely, always obsessed of finding someone to love, why? Being unable to love my own self, in a need to empty that love boiling inside of my heart, on anyone I could meet in my path.

As I learnt from that book , I keep mentioning it , “The Fault In Our Stars” which changed my whole perception of life, there’s one of it’s quotes “ Depression is not a side effect of cancer, it’s a side effect of dying”.

My depression has turned me into a whole , not person , a whole thing , or creature, hating people, loving solitude , craving silence and lone time .

And when I say ‘hating people’ I mean literally to hate people. Just have a look around… what do you see in people who surrounds you?

Except for your family, I won’t talk about mine… Let’s take strangers as example.

You look at them and wonder…

What are they thinking about?

Do they face the same problems as you do? Do they share with you the same anxiety and weaknesses?

Well no…

That’s why they are called strangers.

Then you see two strangers being friendly with each other, and a minute later when both get separated, they start talking about each other and humiliating each other… then you feel sick just by the thought of “friends” craving the minute of being traitor the next minute of being away from the other.

That’s the first thing that makes you hate people.

Then you get a call from a friend or someone you barely talked to for years… what could’ve changed?

And then you discover after the call, that reason… that person needs a ‘favor’ from you… that person wants you to do something he can’t do by himself. That person wants to use you.


That’s a thing making you hate people more and more.

And you ask me why I hate them? Try to find out by yourself what makes you hate people too.


Hero Of Cancer <3

So I’ve read that book that changed my life , after what Divergent  recovered , so its called The Fault In Our Stars , to the brilliant writer , John Green.
Why am I mentioning it when you already know about it??

Well my dear diary,as crazy as it might seems,this book widened my eyes to reality.But not every day’s reality.


This book introduced me to the life of ‘cancer patients’; but especially teenagers my age.

This book left a mark that no word could describe.

It pushed me to the limit of my analyzing, and left me hanging on the thin line of being thankful of my half-health , or wishing of having cancer my turn.

Yes im serious.Why? not throwing a joke nor trying to give a credit for the book;afterwards its a masterpiece of perfection so it doesn’t need me to valorize it; just by the thoughts of teenagers OR kids struggling and fighting cancer away , trying to enjoy every second while breathing and seeing lights every morning, I just feel wrong; of being healthy and living every day not worthy of a thing in my life , wasting my breaths for complaining and insulting or being mean; it just feel unfair only by the thought of this side , on the other side , I just feel responsible for every pain they feel , even thought its not my fault, but as long as I’m owning a healthy body and they don’t, that will do the guilt and the grief biting up my heart and keeping my mind always in hope of having cancer.


But this wish is not only happiness-granting ; There’s my mother’s grief , but then her over care. There’s  my friends’ tears but then there overdosed love and doubled care. There’s that victory inside,of dying a hero, just by struggling and winning the battle with cancer, even thought when you die with cancer means a loss , but how could a soldier die with the enemy without being called a hero?

Didn’t he take this ‘enemy’ down with him? didn’t he sacrificed his life just to get rid of this enemy and free himself from it?

That’s the case with ‘canceric -patients’.

You just end up struggling and then die a hero but most importantly , to die with a purpose , fighting and screwing cancer down .

My best friends are the best , that’s why they are called with a ‘best’ before the ‘friends’ . 

my friends are uncountable .. but my best friends can be counted on fingers.

If they get hurt , I get wounded . If they smile , my day gets brighter .

Their enemies are mine , their friends are mine too .