Coming of Age Draft

           So there’s this girl who didn’t play kickball with everyone during recess because she’d rather be doing some extra credit assignment she had volunteered to do or she was too busy reading the newest addition of National Geographic magazine. That was her idea of fun. While others surrounded themselves with friends and the latest fashions, she was perfectly content with the comforts of her studies, learning was the highest of her passions. Her success in school and the never-ending enhancement of her intelligence was what she had valued most.

           She thought of her mind as if it was a library. A library that was under constant renovation, constant improvement. It was her responsibility to fill the library with an overflowing amount of books and knowledge. She felt as if she had more books in her library than most of the other kids at her school, and she was proud of that. She was exceptionally smart, she was the “nerd” with few friends, but she was happy. Up until middle school, that had been my whole life. I was the girl who loved science instead of shoes, read scholastic catalogs instead of magazines. 

           When my elementary school days came to end, things started to change, starting with my address. After living in North Carolina, stranded in the country for way longer  than I would deem healthy, 5 years to be exact, I moved here to Hawaii. Getting out of the cornfields was one of the most exciting things that has ever happened to me, I was thrilled. For the first two years in Hawaii, I was homeschooled. Those two years I felt as if I was sheltered from the rest of civilization, I didn’t have many friends, didn’t get out much. So without much to say about my middle school years, it was pretty uneventful. But middle school also came without transition. 

           Going from a small home schooling environment to a public high school with over two-thousand students, I had no idea what to expect. And the best image of high school I had put together in my head was a compilation of High School Musical and Hannah Montana, if that tells you anything about my cluelessness coming into high school. I came into high school with an all too much naive perspective on how it was supposed to be. I was expecting cheery teenagers that would all get along tremendously well, and they’d all be into getting good grades and I could go on with a long list of completely unrealistic expectations I had of high school. In short I was very unprepared for what was to come.