Confession: even though I spoke of high school like it's a magical place full of possibilities and opportunities in the first post I made, there were parts of high school that were downright terrible. I'm talking endless-stream-of-rain-while-thunder-rumbles-in-the-distance-while-"How-to-Save-a-Life"-or-some-other-sad-and-vague-song-is-heard-in-the-background-as-I-sob-in-a-vacant-parking-lot, terrible. Like, there were moments straight out of the Canadian teen soap opera Degrassi (or something similar to that genre of television, because it's not like I watch Degrassi - though, an entire season of it is on Netflix right now, for those who might be interested).
I think since this is a blog, it's about time I get personal and add some more confessions that describe in-detail some of the worse times I had here (because, let's face it, sometimes past mistakes are hilarious to rehash).
This one isn't one to laugh at, but I think it holds a valuable lesson, and as a senior with so much life experience, it's important I share (with the two people who read this blog). You're about to read the absolute worst moment I experienced in high school.
As a sophomore, I once dated an upperclassman. In the third month of dating, while at a sleepover with his friends, he told them that he didn't find me attractive until he saw me without clothes on. Well, his friends were our friends, and word got back to me, and that sucked for a number of reasons: first, because I discovered the person I was dating was a massive jerk, and second, because this kid hadn't seen me without clothing on (because I was fourteen at the time), so it was all a lie, and one that was rather unflattering (and embarrassing) to sophomore-me.
Even after he apologized and grovelled, I decided to end things with him. That breakup shattered the friend group I had established, which was a combination of both of our friends, and left me alone to pick up the pieces, which sucked, because it's not like I was in the wrong here.
But, here's the good news: I've been dating someone for the past eight months who is one of the most kind, compassionate, giving people I have ever met, who is the ultimate best friend, and that's what a relationship - high school or otherwise - should be. In fact, this applies to all relationships, not just romantic ones.
To quote a friend of mine (Ava LaVallee), "You're all that and a bag of chips." Don't be with someone who can't see that. Even worse, don't be with someone who does see that, and doesn't respect that.
In times like these, we all must remember that even Blair Waldorf couldn't navigate through high school without a hitch here or there. Nate cheated on her with her best friend, she didn't get into her college of choice at first (though, in this case, her top school was was Yale, and she did end up going to Brown), and who could forget the disastrous plot line of Louis?
For those who do not understand this Gossip Girl reference and have never seen Degrassi, I am disappointed and hurt. I suggest watching them as soon as possible, because we all have a little Blair Waldorf in us, and Degrassi is where the rapper Drake got his start, so if it was cool enough for him, it's cool enough for all of us.
I think since this is a blog, it's about time I get personal and add some more confessions that describe in-detail some of the worse times I had here (because, let's face it, sometimes past mistakes are hilarious to rehash).
This one isn't one to laugh at, but I think it holds a valuable lesson, and as a senior with so much life experience, it's important I share (with the two people who read this blog). You're about to read the absolute worst moment I experienced in high school.
As a sophomore, I once dated an upperclassman. In the third month of dating, while at a sleepover with his friends, he told them that he didn't find me attractive until he saw me without clothes on. Well, his friends were our friends, and word got back to me, and that sucked for a number of reasons: first, because I discovered the person I was dating was a massive jerk, and second, because this kid hadn't seen me without clothing on (because I was fourteen at the time), so it was all a lie, and one that was rather unflattering (and embarrassing) to sophomore-me.
Even after he apologized and grovelled, I decided to end things with him. That breakup shattered the friend group I had established, which was a combination of both of our friends, and left me alone to pick up the pieces, which sucked, because it's not like I was in the wrong here.
But, here's the good news: I've been dating someone for the past eight months who is one of the most kind, compassionate, giving people I have ever met, who is the ultimate best friend, and that's what a relationship - high school or otherwise - should be. In fact, this applies to all relationships, not just romantic ones.
To quote a friend of mine (Ava LaVallee), "You're all that and a bag of chips." Don't be with someone who can't see that. Even worse, don't be with someone who does see that, and doesn't respect that.
In times like these, we all must remember that even Blair Waldorf couldn't navigate through high school without a hitch here or there. Nate cheated on her with her best friend, she didn't get into her college of choice at first (though, in this case, her top school was was Yale, and she did end up going to Brown), and who could forget the disastrous plot line of Louis?
For those who do not understand this Gossip Girl reference and have never seen Degrassi, I am disappointed and hurt. I suggest watching them as soon as possible, because we all have a little Blair Waldorf in us, and Degrassi is where the rapper Drake got his start, so if it was cool enough for him, it's cool enough for all of us.