I first want to say, this post like my childhood post, is strictly so you guys can get to know me more and understand my perspective.
First off, I had a pretty pleasant time in high school. I would never go back, unless it was to NOT make some of the mistakes I did make-but they were learning experiences, right? I went to a private Christian school in middle school (that’s a pretty boring story, I won’t even post about). After 8th grade I finally talked my parents into letting me go to a public high school. To say the least, I was not prepared for that.
I had been sheltered my whole life. I did not know what I was walking into going from private to public schools. I didn’t know a whole lot of people at my high school, but for some reason upon my arrival a whole lot of people did not like me. At first I never said much, I kept to myself. Then I grew to not understand why people didn’t like me and they didn’t really know me. My friends who knew me, liked me pretty good (I’d like to think). I started to feel bullied (this is not something I have told a lot of people, one of those things I learned to keep in). So, instead of becoming sad, I became angry. I grew to have a pretty bad attitude and I always had a guard up. It was a hurt them before they hurt me type of thing.
I did play sports. I played soccer all four years of high school, I was a cheerleader for three and I ATTEMPTED cross country (I hated just running). I loved the time of playing sports and growing relationships with people who wanted to know the real me. Unfortunately, I let the people who didn’t want to know who I really was run my judgment, my attitude and how I handled myself. I wasn’t the best at making informed decisions, I was pretty impulsive. I thought I knew it all, or maybe I just wanted to avoid someone telling me I was wrong?
I never was in trouble at school, but I definitely was not an angel for my parents. I completely rebelled against them because after all what did they know? They were just my parents right? WRONG – Goodness, if I had a dollar for all the times I should have listened to my parents and didn’t I would be a millionaire by now. I felt like I needed to make my own mistakes, that was my excuse. While I did need to live my own life, I should have taken advice my parents gave me and I probably would’ve been saved a whole lot of heartache. I never opened up to my parents much when I was in high school-because nothing was supposed to bother me, I was tough. I also feared judgement from them or their reactions. Had I opened up to my parents more would my high school experience been better? Probably not, but I would have learned way faster and grown more into a mature adult.
I look back on my high school time and I love and miss my dear friends, but I would not go back. I am my best self right now, I am proud of me. When I look back to the person I was in high school, I almost cringe (am I the only one who does that)? Thank goodness I had parents who loved me and were always there for me no matter what.
To all you parents out there, stick with your child. High school is a tough time. Filled with peer pressure, learning from mistakes, making decisions (that are supposed to be mature-but are high-schoolers ever REALLY mature)? Also, be open with your children. Have difficult or even awkward conversations with them because how can they make educated decisions if they’re not educated. Don’t be scared to be open and honest and real–give them a judgement free environment.
Now that you guys know a little more about me, the next post will be more about life in general. How to deal with life, the ups the downs and everything in between.
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