High School HauntingsPosted: December 20, 2009
I did not enjoy high school. I was miserable for most of the experience. I never really asked for guidance and should have because it would have made the move to university easier. Then, when I got to university, I never really asked for guidance until the last semester of school. If I had only met my mentor the first semester of school… life would likely be a lot different for me now. But, I’m okay with where I’m at. I do not have a Dr. Tom time-travelling therapist like ‘Being Erica’. But, don’t we all wish we could be given the chance to go back and do things differently just to see where we would be today. I could possibly be in the very same spot. It’s hard to say.
I see people from high school around town here and there… they possibly know my name but they don’t say hi. How awkward. It makes me feel like I’m in high school all over again. It makes me feel about one inch high. I hate it. Unfortunately, that is what you get for never leaving the place that you grew up in.
The other torture that I’ve subjected myself to is Facebook. Adding old high school ‘chums’ as friends… risky business. I commented on one old ‘friends’ photo that she looked great as she always did. She defaced me the next day. I guess I should not have looked at her newly posted photo which popped up in my freaking news feed. When I discovered the defacing… I felt like I was back in high school. I felt the same angst and heart palpitations. Why do I let these ghosts from the past bother me? Do we ever really get over high school and it’s torturous memories? I thought I had moved on but there seem to be a few old wounds that haven’t healed.
My advice to current high schoolers… be true to your own interests and ask for help, go to ‘guidance’ to help you with your future. Don’t look to your peers for guidance. Follow your own path. Your peers will likely go their own way and they seem to be able to sniff out posers who are lost – the lost posers get left behind. Lastly, like yourself, love yourself. You are number one. Do what is best for you (even if your ‘friends’ get sulky about it). These ‘friends’ will not be around forever.