Everything is Alright

Tell me that you’re alright

Yeah everything is alright.

Reassurance. This song, to me, says that everything is going to end up being okay in the end. Although the speaker has flaws, he believes if he keeps telling himself everything is fine, he’ll start believing it- and everything will end up okay.

Oh, please tell me that you're alright

That everything is alright.

This song helps me to remember that everything will turn out in the end, if I just keep my mind set positively. If you constantly tell yourself something, you’ll believe it.
“Tell me that you’re alright,  yeah everything is alright”.  Things aren’t as bad as they seem.

The purpose of this song is to entertain, perhaps to inspire people to keep their heads up, to think positively until it becomes a part of your life and you believe it.
The audience is any neurotic person… or simply any person with issues.
The genre is considered alternative punk.
My stance on “Everything is Alright” by Motion City Soundtrack is that it’s a bittersweet song. The speaker has flaws and problems, but by pushing through it with an optimistic attitude, he looks forward to life getting easier.

Reunited

 It all began in the first grade. I don't remember exactly how we initially became friends, but I distinctly recall us being near inseparable; during class, in the cafeteria while we ate lunch, playing outside on our brief recess. Not only did we go to school together, but were also in the same after school lock-in, which deepened our childhood friendship. Even outside of St. Mary Magdalene's Elementary School it was rare that we were not connected at the hips like some sort of twisted Siamese twins. She was the cheese to my macaroni, the chocolate to my milk, my best friend.

Our hobbies were endless, and sometimes nonsensical. From throwing birthday parties for my TY Beanie Babies, to wreaking havoc around the local public pool, we always had a great time just being with each other. Her parents became my second set of parents and my parents became hers as well.

However, in fourth grade we drifted apart. My grandmother's death caused me to miss nearly a week of school. By the time I had returned to school, Kayci had begun sitting with a different group of friends at lunch. I was appalled! When she refused to return to my group of friends, I promptly declared my undying hatred for her, and when she confirmed that the deep, never ending malevolence was mutual, we divided for eight long years.

Senior year of high school at Catholic Bishop Ready, in Columbus Ohio, we were reunited. Coincidentally, we both joined the girls' bowling team, partially as a joke and to have fun during our final year of high school. At the end of the season, we may not have improved our bowling skills, but we had rediscovered our friendship- and its something we will never let go of again.