Friday, April 15, 2011

High School Me

High School me wasn’t shy. I was belligerent, aggressive, and always ready with a sarcastic quip in any situation. But it wasn’t motivated by confidence at all. I was painfully self conscious like most teens my age, only I hid it beneath a layer of attitude.

Maybe I still do.

But even then I was a storyteller. I met my husband when I was eighteen. In getting to know each other, I explained the scars I have with elaborate stories of gunfights involving rival gangs and a knife-fight challenge that I clearly won. The truth pales in comparison, although I still maintain being shot by your brother with a BB gun can be considered a gun fight.

I don’t want to forget that girl. I liked her and I hope she can live on in the stories I tell now. I hope as adults we aren’t trying to force our teenagers to be who we want them to be and instead are giving them room to be who they choose to be.

And here’s a little Three Doors Down with a song that pretty much sums it all up for me.

Happy Weekend!!


  1. Yes! You took up the HS picture challenge. Now see, that isn't a bad picture at all.

    I had a moment like that awhile back (not the guns and knives part), reflecting on who I was when I was a teenager and what I wanted then. I still have a lot of the same goals - to write and get published -- life just took me on a long circuitous route before I could get back to it. And I'm trying very hard not to push my fourteen year old son into being something he's not, but we've always had a pretty good understanding that way. Hopefully it survives his high school years too. Fingers crossed.

  2. So that video makes me kinda sad. :( But your post makes me kinda happy, too. :)

  3. Aw, I loved this post. I was the same way back then - big hair, all attitude, met my husband at 18. I, too, miss that girl. She really thought she knew everything! I don't think I'll ever feel that way again.

  4. It seems we all try to tell our children (in my case, stepchild) the lessons we had to learn the hard way, hoping to save them the trouble. But in the end, they have to figure things out on their own, sometimes the hard seems like the real foundation is built when they are very young.

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