Before reading, I must warn you that this is a post from the point of view of the kid that was just kinda present during your four years of high school. The kid that looking through your yearbook you cast over, or someone mentions them a few years down the road and the most you can say about them is “Oh yeah I remember them,” But really you just remember that they sat behind you in chemistry.
I was that kid, and this post would be a lot more exciting if I was prom queen, or a delinquent, or a scholar, or lead in all the plays, or a star athlete but I wasn’t.
I got good grades, but not the best. I auditioned for theatre and got rejected, I played sports but I wasn’t the best on the team. I honestly believe that I could have not gone to my high school and my absence wouldn’t have made that big an impact on life there.
I figured out I was that kid pretty early on in my high school adventure. High school is a place that once people have an idea about you, or you decide your place in the school, it is extremely hard to get out of it. I had the chance to be apart of the crowd or better looking students who liked to drink and party every weekend but I unknowingly turned it down about a month into my grade nine school year, and I also had the opportunity to become very well known that same year but I graciously bowed out of that as well.
How I figured out my role in the school was simple, I never had any drama of my own, and thrived on hearing about other peoples, I had spoken to everyone in my grade at least once, but still only had a handful of friends.
There are people that do remember though, there is the girl/guy that slept with everyone, and there was the couple that was together all four years, the hilarious kid in every class, the kid that seemed to go out of his way to get in trouble, the person that seemed to know everything about everyone, the kid that was on their way to stardom, the really rich kid blah blah blah.
I wasn’t any of those kids. There was however one or two times when I was being discussed by other people (And I mean people outside my social group), I remember once my friend told me that another girl was implying that I was a slut, and the other time was when I challenged what a boy said in class and he went on to tell people that I yelled at him because he was embarrassed I proved him wrong.
That’s about as exciting as things got for me. For a little while I thought I was going to be labeled as a bitch though, there were many attempts of people trying to bully me, but my smart mouth usually gave them a run for there money, and although I was never looking for conflict I still wasn’t a carpet to be walked on.
I had friends that people would try to bully, and if I stood up for them then I was called a bitch and ‘Crazy’. One time this girl thought myself and all my friends were super weird so she sat at our table as a joke as her friends watched and laughed, as a result I told her to fuck off, (After I politely asked her to not try and make a mockery and joke out of my friends by just sitting with us.) and she lost her mind, called me a bitch and stomped back to her friends to rip on me.
I wasn’t even a weird kid, you know those kids in school that everyone just kinda labeled as a dork, weird or gross and did their best to avoid in any way possible? That wasn’t me either, they sat at the table next to us and my god people would avoid them like the plague.
My high school was mostly just groups of friends, and if the groups had to mix for school reasons then we were all pretty nice to one another for the most part but it was never a permanent thing. I kinda just ghosted through high school, listening to people complain and gossip about things that I didn’t really find all that important or interesting, I was never the talk of the school, I had some teachers that really liked me and others that I’m pretty sure hated me.
When I look back on my time in high school, there is no doubting that it could have been better, but it also could have been a lot worse. I like to think that I just kinda escaped without anyone taking interest.
I slid through the cracks, I left high school without being properly humiliated or celebrated and to all those kids that did as well then I salute you.
I used to wish I had been more exciting, or talked about or well liked, but I’m counting this as a blessing.
High school sucked, I’m glad I won’t be remembered as a large part of it.