I ask myself "why are things this way?"

Sometimes I wish I could escape and fly away.

They all say "don't look back, look toward tomorrow."

But all I can see is anther day of sorrow.

Maybe I can do myself an honor

If I forget my troubles over some beer and marijuana.

It seems difficult for me and my parents to connect,

They don't comprehend, and my needs they intentionally neglect.

I guess it's because I'm not an academic Superstar

Maybe they feel I'm one of those who won't get very far.

No one around to listen or understand

Nowhere that I can find a helping hand.

Maybe I view life with the wrong impression,

I guess this must be a teen-age depression.

Ruth V. Jeremiah in "Lines," 1982 Woodrow Wilson High School literary magazine.

One issue now depressing Wilson teens is the proposed "subminimum" wage for youngsters seeking summer work. (The $2.50-an-hour teen wage, according to a White House spokesman, "is one of many options under consideration" for curbing high unemployment.)

When Wilson students cited this as one of their major concerns during last week's session with motivation consultant Judy Zerafa, she urged them to "view it as a challenge. When my son decided he didn't want to work at the burger joint anymore we sat down and wrote a list of the things he liked best.

"Sailing was at the top, and he figured he could clean and do light maintenance for people's boats. He and his sister called themselves 'Boat Brats,' sent flyers to all the people who had boat slips and followed up with phone calls. If people hesitated, he volunteered to do something for free to show how good he was. In three months he made $4,000."