When I was in college, I used to have this nightmare, that because I did so poorly in some of my classes, they were going to make me go back to high school and prove that I really earned the grades I made there. Or they needed me to get a hard copy of my high school transcript for some reason. I would go to the principle’s office and request my transcript only to find that I had missed a key class required for graduation.
Ridiculous, right? I mean, I was IN college. Why would I need to go back to high school? Truth be told, it might not have been such a horrible idea. School work was easy for me, so I kind of drifted through, never really learning how to study, which completely hurt in college. It’s something I’m trying to make up for with my brainiac children. I want to make sure that even though stuff is super easy for them, they still have good study habits which will hopefully help them later in life.
Beth has had some pretty interesting posts the past couple of days. I didn’t comment on them, because, Hello! she already has about 100 for each post. Instead I thought I would talk about it over here. Where it would be read by less than 100 people. Beth challenged everyone to “define your 16 year old self in the most superficial terms possible“.
Superficial terms – Band Geek, Honor Roll, member of lots of random clubs, knew almost everyone (we had a small graduating class), on the fringe of most groups but not really the center of any. Spanish was the only foreign language offered, so that’s what I took.
My 16 year old self a little deeper – I was completely naive. I don’t really think I fit into any of the standard cliques throughout any of high school. I was in band, took all of the hard classes. Did some of my tests on the edge of my desk to “assist” others, so I guess I was nerdy. Not nerdy enough to realize that I could take college classes while still in high school, but I probably would have.
I was pretty independent. I had a job and tried to pay for almost all of my own expenses, which for a high schooler equals car and all of it’s related costs, clothes, some food, and extra-curricular activities.
Of course there were boys. Oh younger self, how I wish I could tell you not to date people and stay with them, just because you belong to the same group of friends and you would feel bad about breaking up with them.
I got along with just about everyone, but always felt like I was just on the edge of most groups peeking over other peoples’ shoulders to try and find out what was happening. I had fun with the people I worked with, most were still in high school, a few in college. I had my heart broken and learned how to drink and that drinking would be a terrible waste of my potential, better to wait to do that when I was in college.
This is how I saw myself at 16, my sophomore year of high school. I went through many changes that year. I think I was a completely different person my junior and senior years. Stories for another day, maybe.
Perspective also plays a huge roll. I may have been the only person who saw myself this way. Others may have thought I was a big loser, or a key part of their groups. Although, the loser part would explain why I didn’t get invited to my ten year reunion. *
How about you guys? How did you see yourselves when you were sixteen?
*I don’t think I was a loser, maybe just not memorable. Kidding.