Hello All!!
So I've recently read a great number of blog posts about high school. Many people talking about the pain, drama, and torture that they suffered through in high school. A lot of these stories mentioned the general level of judgmental people that they had to face on a daily basis and the stores of depressive tendencies that they had to put up with and struggle through. I've always been pretty good at empathy and I dealt with my own fair share of "drama" during high school and junior high so I feel like I understand what they are saying and what they experienced, but in all honesty, my high school experience was just so different.
Yes, there was some drama. I won't claim to remember all of the separate incidents of my high school career (because frankly I have a terrible memory), but I just don't remember feeling the same amount of hardship that they admit to feeling. Don't get me wrong. High School was definitely rough, sophomore was just terrible for me (because really what person especially as a teen reacts to drama without jumping to a thousand conclusions). And maybe, if junior hadn't been so fantastic, I would understand exactly what these other people went through.
I have a natural reaction to just avoid things and ignore things that will cause me conflict. I may have ignored a lot of what was going on around me, subconsciously as some sort of self preservation. Either way I don't really remember much. A lot of the blogs I've been reading have been talking about how much they felt persecuted and hated by their peers. I really only remember one incident like this, and largely it just makes me proud of humanity. It was the whacky dress day of homecoming, and this kid in my class was picking on me because I looked ridiculous (I have a bit of school pride and had gone all decked out), when really that was the entire point. I just ignored him as he went on. He hadn't been talking long before one of the "popular" girls had chewed him out. I don't remember what she said, but he stopped, and the moment has not and will not ever leave me. It meant a lot to me. It also made me realize how much I underestimate people. I've never had much of a problem with any group of people, but I definitely admit to thinking that other groups of people were a different class of human. I think that that's one reason I love reading so much. You get to know a person of a different background (even if they are fictitious) on a deeper level than you would get to know someone in reality without spending vast amounts of time with them. It really does help to imagine people complexly.*
So now on a lighter note I am going to give you another moment of my high school career, that probably should have bothered me a bit more than it did (in a weird way). So once upon a time my junior year of high school, I was very relaxed. I'm almost always uptight around other people, even people I know pretty well, but there is something very relaxing about dealing with and overcoming a great deal of drama that just makes you relax. It was nice, but I admit to acting a little crazy and almost childish that year. It was such a reprieve after keeping myself in check (even around my friends) for all of those years. I was so thankful to be spending a great deal of time with a friend that I thought I'd lost, that I just relaxed and let myself have fun. It was a great time, even if we were a bit disrespectful to our teachers by passing notes during lectures and talking relentlessly during work time. I will definitely remember this as one of my happiest years even if it was definitely the start of a lot of stresses as well.
Anyway... to get back to my story. My friend and I were sitting in our math class. I don't really remember which... I feel like it was trigonometry, but that may simply be because of the vast amount of inside jokes pertaining to the subject. :) Like I hinted at earlier we were talking one day in class, like we normally did, and then my friend notices that the kid that sits in front of us in class is literally taking notes about our conversation. He had written that she had a boyfriend and his name, as well as what our typical plans we had probably talked about that day, but couldn't be certain about. It was really weird. I still don't think I understand why he had done that, and to be fair I never really saw this sheet, but my friend did, and somewhere in my possession I have a copy of what was written. I still can't get over how weird it really was.
So I hope you enjoyed random story time with Cola. It's been jolly good. I don't plan on rereading this (not that I ever do), because I'm sure I would censor it out for you. ^_^ I hope that you have as many happy memories of high school as I had, and that even if you didn't, than I hope that they have helped you to grow.
I also hope that you are having an amazing day, whatever you are doing.
~Cola
I'm pretty terrible at keeping up with these numbers. I haven't done any more reading outside of schoolwork (It's a bummer that we never read an entire textbook for classes). I've only ran about a mile more than I last listed (I'm pretty sure). I think I've seen about 3 new movies, but I'm too tired/busy to figure it out right now. ^_^ Next blog will have a proper reiteration of these numbers.... probably.
*Imagining people complexly is something that I learned from the author and nerdfighter John Green. It's a way of saying that even though we can never know for certain what a person is thinking and the motive behind their actions, that we should do our best to imagine who they are without selling them short or assuming we are correct. (simply put... he explains it much much better)
P.S. If you made it through this I commend you.