When you hear people talk about high-school you hear all the negatives about what is suppose to be the greatest four years of your life—Or is that college?—Either way it never sounds great. Growing up may seem like a drag and to be honest it kind of is. But that shouldn’t be the reason you give up.When I was younger my grandmother told me that the only people who give up are those who are dead (I know pretty morbid), but she had a point. I always dreamt of the day I would enter high-school, I had this optimism about leaving middle school and walking through the doors of my new freshly waxed hall and strutting my way to my new locker.
It didn’t really happen like that though.
When I graduated middle school I ended up being placed at some nameless school in what would be the worst part of town, while all my friends went to name brand schools that have performing arts programs, a hockey team, lockers, and cute guys. When I first walked into my new school I suddenly realized how much I missed middle school (I actually had a locker). I spent my first two months of freshman year moping around the halls in search for nothing more than an escape from my Spanish Harlem Hell, but it was hard with Lucifer being my principle. I had a bunch of classes I had not been prepared for and teachers who were totally out of whack. I felt like I had entered my own personal freak-show and get this I STILL DIDN’T HAVE FRIENDS.
I mean sure I had shared a few words with people in my classes (when ever they asked me to switch seats so they could sit with their friends) but they weren’t really “friendly” conversations. This was it, this was to be my life from there on out. A new school in Harlem with no BFF or Bestie to chat up about upcoming projects, home work or cute boys (if there were any at my school) about. Then suddenly I realized something, the only reason I wasn’t making any friends was because I wasn’t letting myself. I was so caught up with being “the cool girl” that I put up the front that I was too cool to make friends—Or be one—It was like I was a spawn of Danielle, a girl in middle school who was so convinced she was amazing and approachable, that everyone avoided her as much as possible. I was becoming someone I swore I wasn’t going to be!
So I ended it, I dropped “Cool-Nebbii” and became Plain Nebbii once again, and you know what? I kind of missed her. I made a few friends, some who didn’t really work out to my favor and others ho I cant get rid of, even if I tried but life goes on. And unlike everything I read in my secret stash of J-14 magazines, high-school wasn’t exactly what I thought it would be. I have no cute guys in my school (which is probably a good thing) girls who have yet to realize how great they are (though some think they’re too great) and teachers who actually care for my education. Lesson learned? Yes.
Never get too excited for something because you just might let yourself down in the end, but don’t give up all hope either. High school may seem like the end of the world…but its only the beginning J
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