“And when we’re 27 or 87, I want us to be able to look back on the next couple of months and talk about how it was the best time of our lives.” — Quinn Fabray, on senior year
Some people wax poetic about how wonderful high school was and how it was the best time of their lives. I say, “WHAAAAAAAAT?”
Truth be told I didn’t have an idyllic school life as far as socials are concerned. Sure I was an A student, but I also wore glasses, grew into my boobs earlier than everyone else (so therefore looked fat), and felt very much like an outsider. It didn’t help that it was a small school (around 30 students in the entire high school section from first to fourth year), so I couldn’t just go sit with the geeks and nerds at another table.
Kids can be cruel. I don’t know what it is but there is this human impulse to exclude others, even for very shallow reasons. (I was excluded from a barkada just because my initial didn’t fit their acronym. WTH.)
The best part of my high school life is that it ended, and we all grew out of our awkwardness and pettiness. I’m actually great friends with people from high school now. But that’s because we’re different people now from who we were back then.
However, I’ve encountered people who live as if they’re still stuck in high school, forming cliques and gossiping about those who aren’t part of their in-crowd. It’s tough having gone through that once and to have to deal with it again since it brings back unpleasant memories and feelings of inadequacy.
And then I snap out of it because I realize I’m no longer in high school and I don’t have to stick around and deal with that sort of thing.
I’m going off to hang out with the geeks and nerds now.