Two conflicting worlds at it again. The good vs. the bad. My dog thinks she is a princess. My family is in chaos. Drama is starting. The workload of school is piling up. Ah, breathing in the good air of the almost Fall weather. With the first three weeks behind the student body, everyone is back in place. The populars are back to being ignorant and annoying, the athletes are back to being athletic, everyone is back in their social groups. The orderly madness is refreshing yet repetitive, and absolutely delightful. High School is officially back, and this blog goes against all of my blogging beliefs.
High school, however, is not my problem. I seem to be facing the age old conflict of a raging heart and a rather realistic brain. I view love as a touchy and horribly dangerous thing. I never wanted to fall in love but I did. I know I am young. I’ve gotten every speech imaginable, but at my age love isn’t about the marriage and starting a family type thing. It’s about learning, and learning is exactly what I am doing. In my little love life, I have Person A and Person B. Person A is someone I’ve known for three years, two of which I spent dating him. He’s a horrible person, he does not live in the same state as me, and I’m absolutely in “love” with him. It has been like that for all of the three years. Person B on the other hand has been in my life for a little over one year. We’ve been talking for nine months, he’s nice, he’s funny, and I can’t stand him but I really like him. I am faced with choosing which guy. I put myself in the situation, and I should just stop all things with both of them and interest myself in Person C, whom I haven’t met yet. I am a teenaged girl though, and my life simply doesn’t work like that. It’s a good vs. evil, classic, teenaged, battle in my brain for my heart. Honestly, it could probably be a book at the rate it is going.
I think the whole image of school is one of the most brilliant things I get to witness. Within the halls of my school, my future is made. No longer is it freshmen year, or middle school. Built from several classrooms, a sad looking group of drama oriented students, and teachers, the foundation for the rest of my life is developed. Without the perfect mix of everything, college and the rest of my life is made unreachable. How wonderfully challenging and unpredictable it can be.
Readers, I have also finished the Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Please read this book if you have not done so already.
Thank you for putting up with my very juvenile blog post. My life is not that interesting and there are a few things I do need to express to something/someone other than my friends.