8-15-12
High School.
Any of y'all heard of it? It's a place, something like a kingdom. There are knights (jocks), queens (b's), princesses (the school's posse), princes (the junior boys), and the peasants (everyone else). If you're wondering where I fit in, it's no where. I actually don't believe in heirarchy.
Do you?
And for those of you, like me, that are upcoming freshmen (yay 2016), the most important thing that you should know before the school year starts is that in high school, no can actually touch you.
Of course, this is just an expression.
What I mean, is, no one can change who you are or mold you into something you're not. High school is different than middle school. Mostly, high school is just about finding yourself.
But who am I to give you advice?
Hell, if anyone needs advice, it should be me.
In all honesty, I'm not scared to start high school. It's just school. I've been going to school since I was 5, and so have you. Seriously, why is everyone so frightened about high school? I'm pretty sure it's not like it is in the books or movies, and sure as hell not like high school musical.
But that's a different story if you're into theater.
I really hope that going in, my friends stay as my friends. I'm not stupid, I know people change. I've been through a few phases myself.
Like, for example, in sixth grade, I was such a prep.
Wanna know what I wore on the first day?
A bright, neon pink tank top and a white ruffled skirt. Oh, those days... I wish my mother had been honest with me and told me not to wear it. Even my jansport was pink! Ugh.
In grade 7, I moved to a new school. It was fun, and I met new people, even re-met some kids I knew since first grade. But I still missed the ones I made at my old school.
Clearly, none of them missed me. My calls were always forwarded and never returned.
At the time, I was basically still a child. So dumb, so naiive. Poor, me.
I found out later that year that my "friends," were in fact, not my friends at all. They gossiped about me, all the time. I sitll don't know why. I never really attracted drama, much less start it. I couldn't believe it. At least now I choose my friends more wisely.
Yes, it sounds cheesy, but you never know, you know? I mean, I thought my best friend was my best friend. But she wasn't! She talked to me to talk about me. What a prude.
Then on, as I transitioned to eighth grade, I had one real friend. My best friend. I'd shared a few classes with her in seventh, but we never really talked. We didn't have much similar interests, we were very different, which was why I was surprised that we ended up with the same class schedule.
I knew, on the first day, even as we were so different, that we would be good friends. But as the year dragged on, she began to change.
She'd had a boyfriend, but broke up with him before the year started when she'd realized she was transexual. She started to dress more on the guy side, which honestly creeped me out, since I was her best friend.
I thought that because of the fact that she was transexual and because we were so close, she would develope some sort of crush on me and I wasn't comfortable with the idea. What with the short hair cuts and lip piercing and choice of style, I just knew she was gay.
So, every now and then, I'd comment something about boys, just so she would know that I was straight. I don't know if I handled the situation right, but she backed off, eventually. Still, sometimes I would watch what I said in front of her.
Actually, I think I was more dissappointed than uncomfortable, since she was my best friend and I felt like she didn't feel safe enough to come forward and tell me. Best friends were supposed to tell each other everything.
I guess what you can learn from this blog entry is people will change, they always do, but you can move on.
Oh and also, I don't like pink.
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Until next time,
J
