December
2006
Ada Rose, or the heartbroken highschooler
In one of my recent insomniac nights I dug out my old diaries and read them , after a few years of almost forgetting about how my pre-university self was like. Most of the reactions to the reading involved banging my head to various objects, including but not limited to walls or desks.
I don’t know if it was only me or it’s a general tendency of the female humans at that age but as a pre-teen and teenager I could easily pass for a total idiot. Over and over I felt like reaching through time and space towards my old self and smacking the shit out of her. I mean, really. You need arguments? I’ll give you arguments:
7th grade - When someone you don’t know sends you a note during break telling you to get lost, because he’s not into you, it probably means that somebody told him a false gossip and you can go to him calmly and explain the situation. It doesn’t mean that you have to fall in love instantly with the guy, thinking that said note is just his intricate way of telling you he likes you. It also doesn’t mean you have to agonize over the guy a whole year.
8th grade - When moving to another town, bragging to the new class about the many trips you took while showing your dad’s (who happens to be a Geography teacher) collection of foreign postcards and presenting it as yours isn’t a good strategy for the long run.
9th grade - When the guy you like in the karate classes tells you he’s not over his ex yet and therefore not ready to start a new relationship and next week he flirts with another girl, it means that maybe, just maybe he doesn’t like you in that way. Also, getting bored of the boyfriend that falls for you mainly because he said that he loves you ain’t too damn logical.
10th grade - When the twin girls that sit in your bench move for a few days to another place in the class, it doesn’t mean that you have been cursed from birth, nobody will ever like you and that God, Karma and the big, big universe hate your guts. It also doesn’t justify long lamentations and death wishes.
11th grade - When the English guy you met in the summer camp doesn’t write / phone to you as he promised, phoning his ex-girlfriend to ask about his whereabouts might not be the smartest move.
12th grade - When the (much older) boyfriend gets into “whatever” mode after you make it clear that you’re not ready yet for doing the deed and doesn’t call or visit, the proper reaction is to send him on his merry way and concentrate on the exams. Not to sink into your life’s first (and only, thankyouverymuch) depression and fail graciously the admittance to University.
……I started to grow a spine and learned to see things more closer to reality during that last year of high school. Better late than never.
For the record, I think all teen girls are just as dramatic/psycho… I know I was. I would LOVE to have the opportunity to go back in time and smack the shit out of myself too. I threw out my old diaries a few years ago… I have much fewer trauma-induced headaches now
I am sadly still learning many of these lessons.
I’m still waiting for my spine to grow, it came in a kit like sea monkeys. I have have watered it too much, or listened to too much James Taylor.
gee Ada please slap me from time to time and show me this page
Nu ma conformez total asa ca o sa scriu in romana. Cred ca e prima data cand citesc un articol intreg din blogul tau, de fapt cred ca e prima data cand ma uit mai mult decat la poze… In fine,am citit fiecare cuvant cu zambetul pe buze..si am inceput sa ma gandesc, oare trece cineva prin liceu fara sa fie cuprins de fiorul depresiei? Mai mult, e socant cum de supravietuim liceului..in conditiile in care, mai nou, pana si animalele de casa au nevoie de psiholog…realy now. Dar nu asta e subiectul.. de fapt nu exista nici un subiect, doar admiratie fatza de felul in care gandesti si exprimi. Scrisaorea catre Mos Nicolae m-a topit… iti doresc sa se indeplineasca toate cat mai rapid si in cele mai bune conditii. Pe curand
hey, what we used to be turns us into what we currently are; there is no being without becoming. So, cringe if you will, like I do, but I still suspect the running version is not that bad. Otherwise no comparing would be possible. (let me submit this before I loose the wise words again and have to re-write for the third time)
Mrs.S - if you ever hear of a good time-travel agency, let me know ..we’ll split the travel expenses, and record the slapping for posterity. Whaddayasay?
mist / Ago - in the end, you’ll learn. I know I did.
furiousball - James Taylor? Be glad it didn’t turn into jelly.
monsoux - You’re right, I’m rather pleased with the outcome
Laurentiu =saru’mana multumesc .. si am auzit de fiinte mitice care au trecut vesele prin liceu ..atata doar ca nu am intalnit nici una pana acum.