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Writer's Block: School daze
Jan. 20th, 2010 12:32 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
I attended six different elementary schools, 2 junior highs and 2 high schools. My way of dealing with it was to hide behind a mask of non-conformity. There was no way I'd know how to fit in from school to school, so I embraced my own interests, my own tendency to walk to the beat of a different drummer and made it ME. I think it also made me more sensitive to people's feelings, because I was so hyper aware of how fragile I felt each time I started a new school. I couldn't stand mean people (still can't!) and always was friendly to the most picked-on kid in class. I was/am nice to everyone. Often times, boys mistook this kindness as more than it was (and one girl, I suspect). I sometimes have people friend me on facebook and I have no recollection of them, but they remember me because I was nice to them. It makes me feel slightly fake, looking back on it. But, on the other hand, I just have a horrible memory of those years in general so who knows.
Moving so much has also made me more empathetic to my own kids moving. Chris doesn't see what the big deal is. "They'll adapt, they're kids.", he says. He lived in the same town and went to the same schools for his whole life. He can't understand how hard it is to start over time and time again. It breaks my heart each time my kids have to. It sucks.
I attended six different elementary schools, 2 junior highs and 2 high schools. My way of dealing with it was to hide behind a mask of non-conformity. There was no way I'd know how to fit in from school to school, so I embraced my own interests, my own tendency to walk to the beat of a different drummer and made it ME. I think it also made me more sensitive to people's feelings, because I was so hyper aware of how fragile I felt each time I started a new school. I couldn't stand mean people (still can't!) and always was friendly to the most picked-on kid in class. I was/am nice to everyone. Often times, boys mistook this kindness as more than it was (and one girl, I suspect). I sometimes have people friend me on facebook and I have no recollection of them, but they remember me because I was nice to them. It makes me feel slightly fake, looking back on it. But, on the other hand, I just have a horrible memory of those years in general so who knows.
Moving so much has also made me more empathetic to my own kids moving. Chris doesn't see what the big deal is. "They'll adapt, they're kids.", he says. He lived in the same town and went to the same schools for his whole life. He can't understand how hard it is to start over time and time again. It breaks my heart each time my kids have to. It sucks.