12 May 2013
A time you cried at school
I’ve probably cried more than twice at school, in fact I know I have but the two that come to mind are:
1. After we lost the Winter Rally in Freshman year. We were paired with Seniors for that rally, and they had already given up hope on us from the first moment we were paired. So they did nothing. Well, not all of them, but most of them. So us Freshman hauled ASS to make a beautiful poster and gave our all, and we thought that we really did deserve to win. But we didn’t, and the blame was shifted onto us even though they didn’t do anything at all. That felt rough, something like that had never really happened to me before, putting in weeks of hard work 3 hours a day after school for poster making, planning, etc. It taught me a few things; 1. do not seek recognition or appreciation for work, it won’t come. 2. people want to take credit for things, and to shift credit when things go wrong, thats just how it is, and how life is in general. It sucked, half of our class office team crying on the balcony together, but it sort of built us up in a way.
2. A breakup that was very hard for me to deal with and it took me quite a while to come to terms with. But I should have known that it was for the better, because I couldn’t really be who I wanted to be, I couldn’t hang with the friends I wanted to be with, and it drove to be a clingy, dependent, and emotional person and I KNEW that I had become that kind of person, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop it first. I just knew that when it was over, I would never be in a relationship with someone who made me feel frightfully vulnerable (not the in love kind of vulnerable, the fearful and clingy and desperate kind of vulnerable). I didn’t like to feel that way. It felt ridiculous to be crying for something that wasn’t really real anyway. It was awkward, too, but I’m really surprised and glad that people had the tact to not ask about it even weeks after. (:
