Misunderstood Adolescents

New to the blogging scene I am dreaming of the day that I wake up to find my posts bleeding with likes and comments. Sadly, this is not the case and I must keep the band-aids and ointments tucked away until another day. For now I must face reality. I am an aspiring journalist, soon to be college freshmen, who is just waking up to a whole new world and barely on the edge of the brink of a break through. Right now, a writer’s block equals a coffee and an episode of friends which hopefully will one day equal a few hours at the gym trying not to freak out about meeting a deadline and then a graceful sigh of relief when the paycheck comes and the article has been published. So, for now, I just have to sip that coffee delicately and realize that I really am only just beginning.

Sipping coffee, eating biscotti, and smelling the flowers.

Right now my worries are few and my troubles fewer. In one way this is brilliant because, hey, I have the world ahead of me, but on another note it means that the tests that steal my sleep, the readers notebooks that cramp my hands, and butter stains inside my books are just beginning. The question is: do I take life with a glass half full or dread it with a glass half empty? Will my youthful start at my career send me soaring in a great direction or will the jealousy of the late starters drag me down? It is a world full of unanswered questions for me right now and I guess that’s just the way it is supposed to be. It can be hard to take a step back and re-evaluate life, but when you are able to take a deep breath and look at what has gone and what is coming, things don’t look that bad. Life is less swelling and better called swell.

My job at my mentorship is to interview local businesses and attend local events. Then I write about the people and places and it is uploaded to their website. Looking at this, I realize I do a lot already. I’m preparing myself for a world that isn’t textbook. One thing a lot of high school students don’t realize is that the answer to life isn’t on page 172 of the textbook or can be found in the glossary. Yes, Google and some other search engines might actually help and there are some helpful texts out there, but in the end, I’ve learned that everything we do takes initiative. Nothing will happen unless we make decisions, no matter how hard they may be, and take a step forward in whatever direction those choices may take us.

Attending a rainy Ed Sheeran concert with my boyfriend of a little over four years. We don’t know where this relationship will go, but for now, we love each other and that is all that matters. (Not to be cheesy.)

Most of the people I meet tell me I am mature for my age. If they mean I seem a little young to know what I want to do with the rest of my life, to be in a committed relationship, to over think everything,
to focus on what I could do differently to make a better income then yes, I am mature for my age and despite what those people may think I’m still not set on every detail and I am aware that one day everything may be different. Everyone is different and one of my biggest pet peeves is the teen stereotype. “Kids these days with mouths like  sailors, music just as bad, clothes just as scandalous.” Enough is enough! I prefer indie music over anything. Curse words, to me, should be used in slam poetry and war movies. Everyone dresses differently, but have you gone into the stores where we buy our clothes? Sometimes scandalous is the cheapest and only thing on the rack! People are quick to judge.

Too many people have forgotten what it was like to be a teenager. Trust me, I’m not even out of my teen years and I’m ready to move on from some parts of them, but I hope that one day I will remember what it was like so that my children won’t have to face the daily criticisms I do. I recently went to interview a business with whom I had met and scheduled the interview two weeks before. When I showed up, I was told that the woman was busy and that I would have to reschedule. If I had been the local paper or The Huffington post or even of drinking age, would I have been brushed off? I doubt it. If we can vote, see R rated movies, purchase cigarettes and lottery tickets, and go to war don’t you think we have the sense to realize when we are being treated as children? Despite my grown-up mind set I am still a teen and proud to stand up for any misunderstood adolescent who needs a voice.

Optimistic Tip: Love has no boundaries nor does it set any. Don’t view the end of a restricting relationship as a loss. If you are in a happy relationship don’t take it for granted. It can be hard to accept happiness if you are used to the latter. Accept it and happiness will come with ease.

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