The past two summer breaks have been absolutely phenomenal. Summer of 2016 I considered to be my favorite summer in recent memory; a stark contrast to the nightmare that was the school year that preceded. I actually made significant progress on a blog post that covered everything I did that summer, but it was so jam-packed that I didn't have time to finish it.
The summer of 2017 I would say now rivals 2016 for my favorite summer break. While this past summer wasn't as busy as the one before, I had an amazing time at cubing Nationals, my fourth time going and by far my favorite of the bunch. Shortly after, I took a two week long trip to China, where I met some really awesome people and had the experience of a lifetime. Even now that I'm home, I feel like the China trip helped me change my attitude for the better. I'm more motivated to work out, practice my hobbies, and reach out to a lot of my older friends.
If everything is all fine and dandy, then why write? Well, today I went to my high school for schedule pick-up, among other things. My schedule is humorously small, courtesy of university classes—I only have three classes at my high school, all in the morning. I was only there for about 20 minutes, but I didn’t really like it. The social interactions were pretty awkward, and it got me thinking about school.
Only a few hours ago I went to video call my friend from the China trip, something I promised her I would do the day before. But I never did hit that call button. A wave of anxiety hit me before I could do anything. I started thinking to myself. I’ve been talking to friends nonstop for the past few weeks, so what the heck changed? Why get so nervous all of a sudden? This weird anxiety, one without a known source… it reminded me of my previous essay about depression. Not a pleasant thought.
I took a nighttime walk to try and get my head straight. What was it that suddenly made me so worked up? Well, the only thing that was different about today was me going to school. And that’s when it hit me like a ten-pound catfish—school is doing this to me. It definitely makes sense, seeing that my past two summers were fantastic but the past three school years were either ‘meh’ or downright hellish.
Allow me to elaborate on my thoughts about school. I’ve grown to despise school, but not in the common way; I don’t think anyone appreciates getting up early or doing lengthy homework assignments. Instead, I don’t like my spot on the social hierarchy, and I feel like there’s nothing I can do about it. Throughout my high school career, I’ve felt like a total outsider. I don’t really have any place at school events like football games, and I’m usually the leftover person when picking groups. Even in our school choir, which should be a group of like-minded individuals, I never really feel like I belong. For that reason, I was negligent to join any more clubs or organizations this year.
I don’t really like my grade. Not to say that they are bad people, but I don’t really get along with any of them. I’ve been through so many different friend ‘groups’ at this point, and they’ve chewed me up and spit me out. The group I hung out with in 7th grade kind of dissolved. The more jock-esque group I was with in the 8th grade decided to abandon me after one person (also a bully in elementary school) out of the blue decided we weren’t cool anymore. A smaller group I kind of interacted with for several years I started to have doubts about semi-recently, and my suspicions were confirmed when they effectively ditched me in Ann Arbor. And I often think that if I don’t get along with so many people, then surely I’m the one at fault. You can bet that absolutely does not help my self-esteem.
I’ve tried to rekindle these lost relationships to no avail. I actually had a really good discussion with my best friend from the jock-esque group at a football game, but the following day in a school setting he wouldn’t even give me the time of day. Same thing happened with one of my friends from 7th grade—he pretty much ignored me when I tried to strike a conversation, but when his other friend showed up he lit up like a Christmas tree.
And it's not like I can't make friends. I was actually really close with my brother’s grade, two years older, but they graduated two years ago. I still keep in touch with a couple of them, though. In my university classes last year, also with people two years older than myself, my classmates and I got along quite nicely. And I usually do pretty well socially at cubing tournaments. But when it comes to talking with my grade level, it's all awkward. That even extends to the teachers sometimes. You know, when depression is a bitch and insomnia keeps me up at night, it's not the most welcome thing to hear a teacher tell you to “go to bed earlier” as if it were that simple. I know they mean well, but they don't even know half of the story, and it's so disheartening.
More about school directly, my grades have also dropped over time. I attribute this to the fact that I never really learned how to study. After breezing through elementary and middle school, studying rigorously is foreign to me. Whenever there's a big test, I'm at a loss for ways to study. I went from being considered the smartest person in my grade to not even being in the 50th percentile for GPA. Not as big of a deal as the other stuff, but it certainly doesn't help this whole ‘high school experience’ thing.
It's really unfortunate, too. I actually loved elementary school, and junior high gave me some of my most cherished memories. It's a real shame that my time in high school has been so poor. I entered every year optimistically, but high school has sent me through a world of hurt.
When I was stupidly sick for several months, it was comforting to finally get the diagnosis of pneumonia, so I knew what steps to take to get better. Likewise, it's comforting to finally figure out what's been keeping me down all along. It's not the anxiety pills I've experimented with for so long—it's school. Unfortunately, there's not much I can do about that. I have a full year of high school left, whether I like it or not. (As a side note, I'm currently clean from taking anxiety pills, and I consider that to be a nice victory.)
I know it seems like paranoia to extrapolate all of this from a single unfavorable 20-minute experience at schedule pickup and a video call I didn't make. And as someone who preached the “let's just see what happens” mentality to myself and others all summer long, this is a whole lot of overthinking. But it has gotten me thinking, and I'm glad it did. I don't have a great feeling about this year. I keep telling myself that I just need to get through it, graduate, and never have to worry about these people ever again. But I know that deep down, I just want to have one good year at Ottawa Hills. The potential is there, too—for example, the aforementioned person who I was trying to video chat might be coming to my school’s homecoming. I've never been to homecoming for various reasons, (some of these reasons were outlined in my previous essay) so if that works out, I will be very, very happy.
Which is why I've made it my personal goal to keep the momentum going. Naturally, I want to keep in touch with my online friends, and continue exercising often and going through life with a smile. Those are the things that made the past two summers so fun and memorable.
Not sure how I will go about doing that. Hopefully I can figure it out in the next 5 days.