Shit Happens
Tenth Grade… well it was definitely a year of firsts. From first kisses to first major drama issues. It was most definitely a crazy year, and a year that I would love to abrogate and re-do. But even with all the craziness, I did learn a lot about myself so I can’t winnow every memory from my memory. It’s crazy what you can learn about yourself when you are like fifteen or sixteen. Anyway it’s just easier to start at the beginning.
So the summer before tenth grade was probably at the time one of the happiest times in my life. I basically lived at my friend’s house and we hung out almost every week. It was chillax and all hakuna matata. The no worries philosophy was an ambient feeling to the summer. Bieber fever had just taken over and in the beginning he was alright but he sounded way too much like a girl, so that fascination ended fast. Anyway we were so excited for school because we were no longer freshman and we had the typical sophomore mindset. That summer my friend had been dating this dude from Lassiter and as default I was pretty much forced to become friends with him. Lucky me! No back than he was alright but today I can see him for the skeezy rat that he truly is. Right before school started he broke up with her. No it wasn’t because she was a bitch, it was because of me. Now before you jump to conclusions about me, I need to say I didn’t do any of this purposely. See back than I was really naïve, I had never had a boyfriend, I had never flirted, hell I had never been kissed. See the kid had issues.. serious ones. He would call me and cry. I considered him a friend so I put up with it and helped when I could. I never acted any different with him than I did with anybody else. Well when they broke up, he called me and told me that he liked me more and he broke up with her for me. I was really shocked. Anyway I turned him down. Things went back to normal and he and my friend eventually became friends. Everything was perfect until homecoming. Every year, my school has a drive-in, and it’s usually a lot of fun. Well in an effort to get them back together, I invited him. Everything was cool till she showed up…. with another guy. Needless to say he was pissed and walked off and punched something metal. I ran after him to make sure he didn’t assault a car. I calmed him down and we walked back. A little later on he asked my friend if he could borrow me for a second. I was clueless but she wasn’t. He had texted her asking if he should kiss me or not. She said yes, and right now this part of the story really pisses me off because of something that will be revealed in the 11th grade chapter. Anyway we walked off, and he pulled me in for a hug as soon as we were alone. It was normal so I didn’t think much of it. Anyway he pulled back and all of a sudden, his lips were on mine. I was literally in shock and just stood there. He pulled away and we walked back. I felt so guilty. So guilty in fact that the next day I told her what had happened. See most of my friends would listen and be reasonable. No not her. She flipped and started spreading rumors. Nobody really believed her though because a majority of our grade had known me for years and never would believe I would be the type to do all the things she said about me. Also they didn’t believe her cause she was deprecated on a normal basis for being a giant drama queen, and even had the rumor that her and a guy had sex in the culinary closet, oh and don’t forget about the pictures that circulated not one but three schools. I had managed to get those rumors put to rest and had stopped her harassment for a little while and this is what she does to me. Did she know how inexorable people are and how onerous it was to get that shit stopped? Yeah it was bullshit. Truth is her attempt to ruin my reputation was flaccid and sophomoric. And even after two years, our hatred for each other is just now becoming more of moribund dislike towards each other. But now I kinda have to thank her. I thank her because the situation she put me through has taught me that I can handle stressful situations. I’m stronger than I was before and I don’t put up with bullshit anymore. So by some miraculous chance she reads this. I have something to say. “I’m sorry for what happened back then you were like my sister and it should have never happened, but thank you for indirectly teaching me to stand up for myself and burnishing me into the mature person I am today.” So yeah tenth grade was definitely eventful and the most dramatic year of high school. But it also taught me the rudiments of handling problems under pressure. Luckily it was smooth sailing after. Thank God!
So the summer before tenth grade was probably at the time one of the happiest times in my life. I basically lived at my friend’s house and we hung out almost every week. It was chillax and all hakuna matata. The no worries philosophy was an ambient feeling to the summer. Bieber fever had just taken over and in the beginning he was alright but he sounded way too much like a girl, so that fascination ended fast. Anyway we were so excited for school because we were no longer freshman and we had the typical sophomore mindset. That summer my friend had been dating this dude from Lassiter and as default I was pretty much forced to become friends with him. Lucky me! No back than he was alright but today I can see him for the skeezy rat that he truly is. Right before school started he broke up with her. No it wasn’t because she was a bitch, it was because of me. Now before you jump to conclusions about me, I need to say I didn’t do any of this purposely. See back than I was really naïve, I had never had a boyfriend, I had never flirted, hell I had never been kissed. See the kid had issues.. serious ones. He would call me and cry. I considered him a friend so I put up with it and helped when I could. I never acted any different with him than I did with anybody else. Well when they broke up, he called me and told me that he liked me more and he broke up with her for me. I was really shocked. Anyway I turned him down. Things went back to normal and he and my friend eventually became friends. Everything was perfect until homecoming. Every year, my school has a drive-in, and it’s usually a lot of fun. Well in an effort to get them back together, I invited him. Everything was cool till she showed up…. with another guy. Needless to say he was pissed and walked off and punched something metal. I ran after him to make sure he didn’t assault a car. I calmed him down and we walked back. A little later on he asked my friend if he could borrow me for a second. I was clueless but she wasn’t. He had texted her asking if he should kiss me or not. She said yes, and right now this part of the story really pisses me off because of something that will be revealed in the 11th grade chapter. Anyway we walked off, and he pulled me in for a hug as soon as we were alone. It was normal so I didn’t think much of it. Anyway he pulled back and all of a sudden, his lips were on mine. I was literally in shock and just stood there. He pulled away and we walked back. I felt so guilty. So guilty in fact that the next day I told her what had happened. See most of my friends would listen and be reasonable. No not her. She flipped and started spreading rumors. Nobody really believed her though because a majority of our grade had known me for years and never would believe I would be the type to do all the things she said about me. Also they didn’t believe her cause she was deprecated on a normal basis for being a giant drama queen, and even had the rumor that her and a guy had sex in the culinary closet, oh and don’t forget about the pictures that circulated not one but three schools. I had managed to get those rumors put to rest and had stopped her harassment for a little while and this is what she does to me. Did she know how inexorable people are and how onerous it was to get that shit stopped? Yeah it was bullshit. Truth is her attempt to ruin my reputation was flaccid and sophomoric. And even after two years, our hatred for each other is just now becoming more of moribund dislike towards each other. But now I kinda have to thank her. I thank her because the situation she put me through has taught me that I can handle stressful situations. I’m stronger than I was before and I don’t put up with bullshit anymore. So by some miraculous chance she reads this. I have something to say. “I’m sorry for what happened back then you were like my sister and it should have never happened, but thank you for indirectly teaching me to stand up for myself and burnishing me into the mature person I am today.” So yeah tenth grade was definitely eventful and the most dramatic year of high school. But it also taught me the rudiments of handling problems under pressure. Luckily it was smooth sailing after. Thank God!
Song: (Even though I hate it now) Fifteen by Taylor Swift
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ReplyDeleteYou should feel sorry :) jk I hope things work out between you and your friends. He wasn't nice to you anyway! Forget about him!
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