July 7, 2012

July 7, 2012

     When I was a teenager going to school wasn’t just about education as we all know, it was about popularity and acceptance. I wanted to be this girl who was in my class. She was the popular, pretty girl, and could make everybody hate you just by telling them to. Everyone feared her, but loved her at the same time. I fortunately was her best friend, so I never had a target on my back. She always had the older, cutest boyfriend. At the time, I thought all I wanted was to be her best friend. I don’t think I realized it at the time, but I think I just didn’t want her to turn the whole class against me. I had another good friend in school, she was always the smartest and most studious. I can remember times my best friend would tell my smart friend that if she didn’t miss some questions on a random test she would turn the whole class against her, and she did. It would make me sick and even though we are adults now, it still makes me nauseous to think I never did or said anything. I just let it happen. I would always be her friend on the bus ride home when no one was around. How pathetic is that? Now, I would never change who I am. I never want to be the mean popular girl. I am SO glad I wasn’t that girl in school. Who cares if I didn’t have the cutest boyfriend or have the most friends. None of that matters now. I’m not even friends with this popular girl anymore. I am actually best friends with the smart girl I was telling you about. It’s funny how things work out.  We are closer than ever now and I wouldn’t change that for the anything!