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- Story Listed as: True Life For Teens
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Aging / Maturity
- Published: 09/16/2015
I will have been at this school for nine years in June and it’s starting to make me feel unshiny.
Like a blanket that’s been washed too many times and isn’t soft anymore or a word that’s been said too much and has lost it’s meaning.
After my second year here, I surpassed my record of how long I’ve stayed at a school. To most people, two years is not a long time to stick to something. For me, it felt like an eternity and a half. Add on another seven years to that and I feel like I’ve been stuck in the same place for way too long.
I’m an indecisive person and I have trouble with commitment. I pay for a year yoga membership and end up quitting after two weeks, I can never decide on a favorite TV show because one week it’s Grey’s Anatomy and the other it’s New Girl. I switch from one friend to the next because I get tired of the same advice.
I watch my friends go to the Arctic and win debating championships, and sometimes I feel like because I’ve been in a monotonous routine at the same school for the last nine years of my life, they’re moving forward and I’m stuck. That terrifies me.
Every year we are assigned new lockers. Someone else switches side, friend B moves down three, a high school locker room is commotion. It’s people shutting doors and screaming answers and someone else carving their name into the metal, claiming their ever changing property. Every year we are assigned new lockers, yet I always end up with the same one. There’s always so much noise, so many people trying to find their books or their friends, and I’m always in the same place.
You spend a lot of time with yourself when you’re stuck. A lot of time thinking about moments, ideas, emotions. Everything becomes real when there’s no one to talk to but your own thoughts. Everyone else is literally too far away, someone’s in Bermuda and another’s in New York. Sometimes though, people are right next to you, but it still feels like they’re across the world.
Maybe it’s because everyone is falling in and out of love and you feel alone. Maybe it’s because everyone has something to be or feel or want, and you’re still empty. Maybe it’s because you can’t talk to someone about being stuck if they’re not stuck too.
You can say a million things to convince yourself that everything is okay, but at some point, giving in is inevitable. Whether it’s when you watch everyone go to Morocco on a Duke of Edinburgh trip or when your average stays stuck in the same place year after year. It’s when you realize your complete lack of movement is sending you backwards instead of keeping you safe.
That’s the hard part about growing up; it feels a lot like being in quicksand. Quicksand is called quicksand because you have to get out of it fast when you fall in, not because the time it takes to be completely enveloped is actually anywhere close to quick. Survival and A Thousand Ways to Die tell you that in order to keep from sinking further into the sand, you must cease all movement.
When I think about how much work I have and how I can’t get under a 95% on my History essay because God forbid my teacher doesn’t think I’m brilliant and that there’s no way I can finish this french homework before my mother comes in and yells at me to go to sleep, the only solution I came come up with is just to stop.
If I think about it more I’ll sink a little further, and if I start one thing I’ll have to do them all. I also know that if I completely stop, I’ll get absolutely nowhere. Although I won’t go down, I also won’t go up. Life is just one big vat of quicksand; you can’t move too much, or you’ll drown, and you can’t stop because you’ll get nowhere.
Wikianswers says “the best method to get unstuck is to not get stuck in the first place.”
Quicksand(Emily)
I will have been at this school for nine years in June and it’s starting to make me feel unshiny.
Like a blanket that’s been washed too many times and isn’t soft anymore or a word that’s been said too much and has lost it’s meaning.
After my second year here, I surpassed my record of how long I’ve stayed at a school. To most people, two years is not a long time to stick to something. For me, it felt like an eternity and a half. Add on another seven years to that and I feel like I’ve been stuck in the same place for way too long.
I’m an indecisive person and I have trouble with commitment. I pay for a year yoga membership and end up quitting after two weeks, I can never decide on a favorite TV show because one week it’s Grey’s Anatomy and the other it’s New Girl. I switch from one friend to the next because I get tired of the same advice.
I watch my friends go to the Arctic and win debating championships, and sometimes I feel like because I’ve been in a monotonous routine at the same school for the last nine years of my life, they’re moving forward and I’m stuck. That terrifies me.
Every year we are assigned new lockers. Someone else switches side, friend B moves down three, a high school locker room is commotion. It’s people shutting doors and screaming answers and someone else carving their name into the metal, claiming their ever changing property. Every year we are assigned new lockers, yet I always end up with the same one. There’s always so much noise, so many people trying to find their books or their friends, and I’m always in the same place.
You spend a lot of time with yourself when you’re stuck. A lot of time thinking about moments, ideas, emotions. Everything becomes real when there’s no one to talk to but your own thoughts. Everyone else is literally too far away, someone’s in Bermuda and another’s in New York. Sometimes though, people are right next to you, but it still feels like they’re across the world.
Maybe it’s because everyone is falling in and out of love and you feel alone. Maybe it’s because everyone has something to be or feel or want, and you’re still empty. Maybe it’s because you can’t talk to someone about being stuck if they’re not stuck too.
You can say a million things to convince yourself that everything is okay, but at some point, giving in is inevitable. Whether it’s when you watch everyone go to Morocco on a Duke of Edinburgh trip or when your average stays stuck in the same place year after year. It’s when you realize your complete lack of movement is sending you backwards instead of keeping you safe.
That’s the hard part about growing up; it feels a lot like being in quicksand. Quicksand is called quicksand because you have to get out of it fast when you fall in, not because the time it takes to be completely enveloped is actually anywhere close to quick. Survival and A Thousand Ways to Die tell you that in order to keep from sinking further into the sand, you must cease all movement.
When I think about how much work I have and how I can’t get under a 95% on my History essay because God forbid my teacher doesn’t think I’m brilliant and that there’s no way I can finish this french homework before my mother comes in and yells at me to go to sleep, the only solution I came come up with is just to stop.
If I think about it more I’ll sink a little further, and if I start one thing I’ll have to do them all. I also know that if I completely stop, I’ll get absolutely nowhere. Although I won’t go down, I also won’t go up. Life is just one big vat of quicksand; you can’t move too much, or you’ll drown, and you can’t stop because you’ll get nowhere.
Wikianswers says “the best method to get unstuck is to not get stuck in the first place.”
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