High school, me, and everything in between

I had a lot of hopes for high school–as most people do–and they’re idealistic as you would imagine them to be. Mine consisted of being at the top of my class, glowing up by 300%, and by senior year, becoming friends with the school wallflowers and go on indie-flick inspired, John Green, thought-provoking adventures. As you can guess, none of that happened. Instead, high school was a weird adventure for me comparable to the life of Benjamin Button.You see, as most people grow, they learn to open up and be more outgoing. Instead, I went from extrovert to introvert, social to recluse, confident to shy, optimistic to cynical, etc.  I’m not mad–just a little disappointed. That is about missing out on the John Green-experience, not the Benjamin Button-track high school led me down. I’m kind of glad high school led me down that path. (Also, did anyone else notice that Taraji P. Henson played Brad Pitt’s mother in that movie? I only realized now after Googling it, and my mind is blown).

Around sophomore year, I realized that everything I believed no longer stood correct. My body was changing in ways that made me want to pull skin trying to make it mesh the way I wanted it to form. I questioned my intelligence because I didn’t seem so smart like I believed it to be all my life. The best way I can describe it is floating in a warm, humid pond and feeling yourself dehydrate, even though you are physically in water, but being too tired to do anything.  

Writing was in my life before I was floating in my lonely, disgusting pond, but the act became more pronounced during these times. Soon, I joined Newspaper soon during my junior year because no matter how bad my writing was, there was no point in keeping it all to myself.

I’m not saying the AHS Legacy saved me from my own tornado of mess or anything because that’s not how these things work, but there was a sense of family that developed with my two years of being here. There was a sense of community here that let me accept the fact that I am the way I am.

My first semester here, I sat with Kenison Garratt, Emily Sartin, and Taylor Tyson. We affectionately called ourselves the Buzzfeed Squad because we were always taking Buzzfeed quizzes together. A semester later, I met the funny Sophia Shaikh with whom I watched Cupcake Wars and Parks and Recreation with during class. I was making friends! Who would’ve thunk?

With the struggle to get people reading our newspaper, listening to stories about Ms. McGee and her husband’s day-to-day tales, and other intimate yet hilarious moments, it felt like our class would be the perfect candidate for a high school spin-off of The Office. We were a quirky, funny, overachieving bunch who lives in the corner of the A-building trying our best to entertain and give back to our peers through the medium of news. With the passing of these semesters, my reclusiveness, that seemed like the biggest curse of all, turned out to just be a beautiful flaw, and with AHS Legacy, I learned to hone into my flaws and turn them into words. I was starting to understand myself again, just in time for college.

I plan on being part of the Niner Times news when I go off to UNC Charlotte after the summer, and sure, maybe at UNCC we’ll have more viewing, better funding, less censorship to publish things, etc, but I don’t think it’s going to even compare to being here.

I’m still petty about not being able to achieve my indie-flick adventure though.

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