Life

"Life. Life is like a magazine. It costs ONE dollar, but I only have fifty cents."

Well, for those of you who know me (which I'm hoping anyone reading my blog does), you will know that I'm not a very outgoing person. I have never really fit in with any one class of people. It seems that I am not able to associate myself completely with any one group. This became evident to me in my freshmen year when all the "popular" or "cool" kids would sit on the left side of the choir risers at lunch and the "not-so-popular" kids would sit on the right side. My comfortable position was smack dab in the middle. I wanted to hang out with the people sitting on the left, but I simply wasn't cool enough. I would, therefore, navigate to the other side of the room to the "not-so-cool" area. Well, I didn't really find myself interested in anything they had to talk about, so my spot remained in the middle.

   I was rather new to the school district, and didn't have many friends anyways. The problem was that everyone had their groups of friends already. I might chat with a class mate, but I was never invited to sit with anyone at lunch. My freshman year of high school was pretty bad. Choir was not fun at all. I felt as if nobody liked me (they were probably all annoyed with my piano playing), and I would sit in the back, miserable,  contemplating the ways I could get out of the class.

   I think the only group of friends that I could classify as a group was during Mr. Millers 6th period English. Frankie, Tum, Mouse, and Andre were quick to accept me into their group, even If I sang a little to much (They probably heard "carol of the bells" about a thousand times). That class was one of the best parts of my life. They made me feel welcome. As if I were a part of something. Frankie and Tum were band geeks themselves, which was something I could relate to. We had many a discussion about music, and battles about knowledge of music theory (Unfortunately, AP music theory is no longer taught at PHHS. I was really looking forward to that).

    Well the next year Bels was the best class ever. We laughed, cried, and made it through life, together, as a family. Unfortunately, that same year we had moved in with our relatives (not a good idea) and my grades plunged (I was also taking two AP classes). Those people with all As drove me nuts. How was this fair in any way? Why was I the stupid one? What I came to realize is that God gave us different gifts. Mine is not in intelligence, but I in music.

   I have also learned to appreciate the fact that I don't belong in a social class, because I can hang with anyone I want to, and I hear all the gossip and the what not, and I just get to sit back and laugh at life. At the hillariousness that High School is. (Who knew "hilariousness" was a word?)