Oooooh Highschool

This past weekend was the grad weekend for most people making it to the other side of highschool. Luckily for me, highschool fits into that category of "Things In My Past That I Now View In A Veil Of Nostalgia", and therefore is remembered with an air of sentimentality. Somehow, I'm able to remember the majority of good things, and forget the copious amount of bad, bad, very embarrassing moments; and for this I'm grateful. My sister is still in the dog house though, and sometimes the stories she tells makes me so glad that I'm not there anymore.

There are some crazy craaaazy bitches who tell you to "Take off your fucking sweatshirt, yeah, cause I'm wearing the same one and I had it first. You stupid bitch."

Or annoying emo girls that like to claim "emo styles" as their own; as if stripes have never been worn by anyone else through out the history of time. THEY'RE CALLED PIRATES YOU DUMB BITCHES. Some stupid girl asked my sister if she "Was wearing those pants because they're seen?" My sister was a little confused, "Seen?" she asked. "Yeah," the girl said, "You know, like you "seen" 'em on somebody else so you wanna wear them too." That's another thing about highschool bitches, they love to make up exclusive slang in efforts to further extradite their peers.

As I drove my sister to school today and listened to her having a hernia over final exams, I thought about highschool as a juggling act. You're supposed to balance homework and exams, you know, "the determination of your future" with relationships, emo bitches, and impossible expectations. I looked at my sister, with her cute moccasin boots, bangs perfectly in place, and anxiety ridden brown eyes, and thought "My god, this girl does it all and she manages to wear make-up, look hot, choose cute outfits, and act pleasant EVERY SINGLE DAY. I looked back at myself in my rear-view mirror, at my unkempt hair, my pajama pants, and thought, take a shower you hobo. AND THIS IS MY DAY OFF! Granted, some people are better at this juggling act than others.

I try to tell her not to worry and stress so much, that no matter how horrible things seem, they WILL BE OK. The thing is, when you're in the moment, searching for a little sympathy, having trouble visualizing the other side, and drowning in the here and now, it's way too hard to get perspective on things. I can remember when the crush of my elementary life found out that I liked him, and I felt like I'd rather be home schooled for the rest of my life rather than show my face at school again. Or maybe the time that I had a gym test in grade four and cried the night before because I was so afraid of not winning, subsequently flunking elementary, and eventually spending the duration of my life as a panhandling hobo knocking on your window as you sat at a red light on the corner of Seymour and Hastings. If someone had told me then that life would not turn into a downward spiral simply due to gym class, I probably would have kicked them in the shins because they couldn't possibly have said that if they just understood my situation. RELAY TAG ISN'T A PIECE OF CAKE YOU KNOW?! Can you see that my craziness started young?

Maybe, when you find yourself in the midst of a badish situation, you need to tell yourself that your five-years-from-now-self would tell your now-self that everything isn't as bad as it seems; as ridiculously impossible as that is. Sometimes you still have time to destress, take a step back, and log onto your sisters account and leave a picture of your ass as their desktop picture.

Thanks Megan, your bum staring at me in the face was a sign from the highschool god that you are, in fact, going to be just fine.