I don’t normally do this, but here’s my throwback Thursday story. More like a brief recap of my teen years.
I entered Grade 8 and was quickly bullied. It sucked. But in my mind, I was there for an education. I wasn’t popular. I was a geek/nerd/dork type of person. My lunch hour was spent in the Chess Club. Before and after school was spent in the Math Club. The bullies were usually easy to ignore since I only saw them in the halls walking from class to class. During classes, I wasn’t always that lucky. I kept my grades up all through Grade 8 & 9. It was the only thing that kept me wanting to attend school. The few friends I made were nice enough that I am still in contact with them via Facebook and the occasional text.
Then during the summer between Grade 9 & 10 my family moved about thirty minutes away from that address. I stayed in touch with only a couple of friends that summer. Where we moved, new homes were being built, a new Highschool had just been built. It had all new students, new teachers, new computers, new everything. A new start.
Grade 10 was when I began to change my attitude towards school. I wasn’t going to be bullied any more. The first time I was teased, I dealt it right back tenfold. I was razor sharp and was quickly respected and not teased all that often. I never became the bully (at least I don’t think I did). Instead I befriended everyone I could. By the end of Grade 10 I had tons of friends, but my grades began to slip. I just wanted to be liked and it was working. And girls began to talk to me more. I even got myself a girlfriend! I also missed plenty of opportunities to date, but that’s a different story. On the inside I was growing up, but to look at me, not much was changing.
Grades 11 & 12 were kind of a blur. School was going by quickly, boys and girls were turning into miniature adults, and my grades were getting worse. I still loved having friends throughout these times, but it soon became obvious that not many were going to be lifelong friends. I ended my Grade 12 year by doing something that I haven’t ever regretted. I didn’t attend the Graduation Ceremony or the After Grad. I knew who I was and wasn’t sure if I’d ever see any of these people again. I entered the summer of 1994 ready to party. And I did… for about six years. The formal education I got during those times was minimal, but I read and studied topics that interested me. I lived my life and with no regrets.
I’m still a geek. I still have friends from all my years of being alive. The biggest thing that has changed about me is that I’m proud of who I am. My geekiness is a tad more extravagant, I’ve earned a few wrinkles and my hair is starting to recede. On the inside, I’m still that nerd with a razor sharp wit who loves to learn new skills.