Starting high school seems like hell to people like me… it seems so much harder when you’re shy, when you’re dark, when you’re… different. I’m fourteen and one of the few un-stereotypical Latinas in Philly. Not the only, one of the few. I’m always hyper or tired for one thing, never a compromise. Blame my blood sugar and metabolism for that one. I learned those words when I was only seven. Also, had a tumor… not something every ninth grader’s gone through. My school’s supposedly smart and a “great learning experience for children via both social and academics.” Please…
If there’s one thing I learned so far at high school it’s be careful what you do. Other than that it’s the norms of school. Keep your hands to yourself, stay in school, say no to sex/drugs, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah… oh well… Guess I’m different. I’ll accept it. I’m obviously NOT planning on changing my standards to fit society’s. Scratch that, I might have to.
My parents were quite the social butterflies growing up. My mom had her friends and still does some. Same for my father. Excellent, the apple did fall far from the tree. Far…
Speaking of far, I have a short attention span. Can’t remember names unless I’m told more than once, but I’m attentive, which is always a plus. I hate cafeteria food for the most part but, again, blood sugar. Fixed both of these problems with being the only kid in high school so far with a lunch box. Add to this, I’m obsessed with candy. Whoa, I’m weird, right? WRONG. Normally, a lot of kids have traits like mine so far, save maybe the tumor part, I just have a lot to go through. Scratch that, work through.
Oh, and my siblings? Only have one. My half-sis, Monica, whom I’m nothing like and whose friends don’t normally bother to remember my name often. So, I’m “Monica’s little sister.” Excellent. Not.
This is officially a rant, which is bad, because I hate to rant. Lol, save to freak teachers out occasionally. I can be a v. emotional person. People’s reactions toward me vary, and I hope your’s is a pleasant one, but on the bright side, chances are that I don’t give a crap. Starting the second day of school with a scratch via my ex-bff Chris on my chin. GREEEEEAAAATTT, because I totally WASN’T insecure and self-conscience without it. I’m wondering, is drawing normal? Or should I keep that a hidden talent? Whoa, I’ve got some things to think about. What else to say…?
Oh, for the record, Black’s a shade, not a color. It’s now my favorite shade… So now either red or purple to pick as a fav. Color… unless I pretend I didn’t know black’s a shade-not-a-color and continue to say it’s black. Excellent….
In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a very sarcastic person… which is good for my shyness, it gives it character. Haha, not. Wow, I just made myself seem emo. Let me make this clear, not saying that emo’s cut themselves, but I DON’T CUT MYSELF!!!! Seriously, I’m a klutz, but not a suicidal. Just… hormonal. Haha, should end this here before I bore you guys to death. Peace. OUT!