Before the start of my sophomore year of High School, I told myself that this would be my year. The year where I would be more outspoken, and show others that in one summer I had transformed into this confident lady. But the truth was, I just wanted to prove to myself that I could be like everyone else: have an opinion, be heard, get noticed. Because in reality, I did not have anyone to prove this new and glorious self to. If I was not heard or noticed the year before, how could my fellow sophomore class know that my quiet and dry personality had evolved exponentially?
The first step was to participate in class more. However, that did not work out so well. This is because in all of my classes, I had no idea what was going on. Every question that the teacher asked, I had no idea how to answer it. If I did, there was always someone else who would speak up before me and steal my answer! (because mind-readers exist). Or, if I did know the answer, I would end up being wrong. For example, in one of my classes we were playing Jeopardy. A question was stated and I knew the answer! This was it, I would win it for my team and get noticed, be seen. I shot up my hand so hard into the air that my desk fell forward, taking me with it, and I hit the ground with a huge “thud.” Everyone looked at me, waiting for my answer, not caring that I had just flipped over in my desk. I answered the game question, which ended up being wrong. Moral of the story: Don’t participate in class.
Second semester of sophomore year, I decided to tryout for the school’s dance team. The dance team was filled with popular girls and because I made it, I thought I had become one. But I was just seen as the extra dancer in the back. And in the dance team yearbook photo, everyone’s name was printed under the group picture, except mine. I took it personally, but I guess I wasn’t that hurt about it.
As High School continued, so did I. But this time I stopped trying to prove things. Instead, I just went through the motions. Not because I believe you don’t always have to prove something to yourself or others, but because others could sense when you’re trying too hard. It’s like everyone is Spider-Man and has their spidey-senses tingling. High School is a time where everyone wants to fit it, and I was trying so hard to fit in everywhere. I was trying to be like everyone else, and wasn’t getting anywhere. So might as well stay unnoticed, but as me.