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2/26/17 diary entry

 

Being a high school student involves experiencing a lot of drama, gossip, etc.  My first high school experience, at a co-ed academy, entailed lots of drama, especially around certain types of people- people that knew each other well.  This knowing of each other well may mean that they went to grammar school together, meaning that they had known each other for a long period of time, or it may entail that they just met at high school (I only went to this particular high school until about mid-sophomore year) and had gotten to know each other well, in this limited period of time.  A lot of drama went on, where people would talk, and shit happened.  Sometimes I would be involved in this drama, but most of the time I wouldn’t be.  One of the things, or scenarios that stick out in my mind, was when a boy cheated on a girl, when the two girls involved were best friends.  That was a big one.  The girl that got hurt wrote an extensive poem, where she expressed (if I remember correctly) what happened, and how she felt about the situation.  A girl in my honors English class read the poem out loud to the class for the girl.  The boy that cheated on the girl with the other girl was in my class.  I am pretty sure the girl that got cheated on was in my class, but I can’t remember if the cheating girl was in my class or not.  I remember after class that day, when people were leaving the class, the boy who cheated on his girlfriend was still sitting in his chair, as I was leaving, and he had his head in his arms, with his face on his desk, and I ruffled his hair, to console him.  Looking back, I wonder if I would do the same thing, if I would still ruffle his hair or not.  At that point in time, it was kind of him against the world, so I wonder how he felt when I did what I did to make him feel better.  I wonder what people thought of me after I ruffled his hair.  Was I the new person in the class that people would gossip about?  Was the girl that got cheated on mad at me?  I don’t remember people saying anything when I ruffled his hair.  Looking back, I can’t remember what people’s reactions were.  But I stood up for the underdog, because my perspective of him was that he was a good guy, who just screwed up.

The cheating girl’s name was Caley.  She had blonde hair and was tall and played volleyball.  I had gym class with her, freshman year (I don’t think I had gym with her sophomore year), when she would roll up her sleeves, near her shoulders.  She was a bundle of energy, but in a good way.  I remember her always being nice to me.  I remember I had honors English with her sophomore year, until I got transferred to regular English (from 9 track to 6 track).  I remember one day, her and I, and I think, if I remember correctly, some other people, were standing outside of class, before class.  There was about to be a quiz, I think a vocab quiz, and Caley said that she hadn’t studied; she said that she was going to be kicked off of the volleyball team if she didn’t do good on the quiz (I can’t remember if it was because of her GPA, or the quiz, or what, would cause her to be kicked off of the volleyball team exactly, but I remember it had something to do with the quiz).  Looking back, I think that she was one of those people that took risks when it came to homework and schoolwork.  I remember her saying, at least on one occasion, I think it was a Monday, and we were in the girls’ locker room before or after gym class; she said that she hadn’t done any of her homework over the weekend.  She was a smart girl, but a lot of time, it seems/seemed to me, that she just didn’t put forth the effort that she could have.  I think about her sometimes, about how it often seemed like she just didn’t give a fuck, but still, if I remember correctly, got by/even did well.  I kind of get jealous of the situation I remember she had, because once I started to get depressed, everything for me went downhill, and it stayed like that for a long time.  I haven’t heard anything about her for a long time, however, so I don’t really know what happened to her after I left that school, and transferred.  The only thing I associate her with, now, in my whole experience after going to that high school, was a psychiatrist that I had for a while- Dr. Harrison.  She looked like her; she a had a similar looking face, and similar eyes.  But she was just someone who reminded me of Caley.  Caley was the type of person I remember being not stuck up, while some people I went to high school with were stuck up.  She had a free spirit, something that I really admire, still.  She was a person that will remain with me in spirit, even if I never see her again, because of how sincere and kind she was (to me at least), despite all of the drama that circled around her and the people I used to go to school with.  

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