I'm a magnet for trouble. The last one to really understand the punch line of a joke. . . and the real klutz of the hour. Though, if there's one thing I can ace anyone in, besides school work, is reading people and understanding their body language. It's how I know who to trust, who to rely on, who to be best friends with. Regrettably enough, I'm only human. . . and I've made mistakes.
My older sister, alumni '07 from my current high school, on her spring break last week came across the topic of high school while we were driving home from the bookstore.
"High school didn't prepare me for college at all," she said. "The only good thing that came out of high school were my friends and all those teacher planning days."
At the moment, I seemed to agree with her. I mean, seriously when am I ever going to need to know how to do logarithms in the real world? When I'm gett married, no one will delay the process because I can't remember how to find the critical point on a sine graph!
Though, as my mind pondered the subject through the course of time, I remembered how I've changed. What life experiences I've gone through, and how I'm not that wide-eyed 14-year-old girl who first entered high school.
This year alone, I've had to deal with work issues, dealing with stress, being an older sister, being a responsible driver, dealing with impossible and sarcastic managers, and above all knowing, I mean really knowing, the people around me.
Let's start with friends. I look at my little socialite of a sister, who is encircled all day every day by groups of people who always wish to speak with her. If you don't think that's enough, take a look at her phone bill. I look at her and remember myself as the same gregarious freshamn, but now, a seventeen-year-old junior, I like my small circle of trustees. For I went through 2 very best friends in a year, lost them both, and have learned since.
As I said, sometimes you think you know someone. Sometimes I think that I can always trust my instincts. Somtimes I think that everyone is pure and good of heart. That has always been my weakness, I i realize that now.
I will always miss our talks, our fun times, how many times we've laughed and been there for each other, and cried. Though what aches every now and again is that kindergarden though and feeling of 'best friends forever'.
sometimes, reading people is harder then we first think.
at first people can seem very nice, but after a moment of being in their life, they seem to change and become not the person that they look on the outside.
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