18 til I die - gonna be 18 til I die
Ya it sure feels good to be alive
Someday I'll be 18 goin' on 55!
- Bryan Adams
I can't believe that my teen years are almost over!
Well,
okay, they aren't really. I haven't
been a teenager in quite a number of years now. Though sometimes I feel as though I have the energy of a
teenager. And the sarcastic and acerbic
wit that teenagers seem to possess 24/7.
But
in this month long retrospective of tales from the crypt (a.k.a. my 10,000,000
GB memory that I call my brain), the teen years are almost a wrap.
Today
is the day that I tell you the story from when I legally became an adult. Age eighteen. And despite the fact that I contracted pneumonia that year - in
the summer, no less! - eighteen ended up being a great year.
Oh,
but I'm getting ahead of myself here.
Let's back up this train for a bit before we derail somewhere around the
Y2K portion of the year.
So,
would you like to see a picture of me back then? It's quite...hideous.
Okay,
yearbook committee. What the hell did I
do to you for you to choose this monstrosity as my final yearbook picture? This was my worst shot! Oh, and keep an eye on my little blurb
there. Yes, my nickname was
"Turkey" (which I hated), yes, I did mention the locker fires (which
I did on purpose to leave a blemish on my "perfect" high school -
bwahahahaha!!!), and one of the pop culture references will make more sense as
you take a look at the hottest music, movies, and television shows for 1999!
(And, no, it's not RollerJam. I am ashamed to admit that I actually watched it back in the day...)
#1 SONG THE WEEK OF 5/18/1999
"Livin' La Vida Loca" - RICKY MARTIN
"Livin' La Vida Loca" - RICKY MARTIN
Certainly
1999 was a year in which Latino music thrived.
Jennifer Lopez, Marc Anthony, Enrique Iglesias, and Carlos Santana all
had hits during this year. But I would
say that the true leader of the Latino wave was Ricky Martin, whose self-titled
English debut topped the charts that year.
Talk about shaking your bon bon to success!
#1 AT THE BOX OFFICE THE WEEK OF 5/18/1999
"The Mummy"
Which
fell off the top pretty quickly once "Star Wars: The Phantom Menace hit
the box office!
#1 TELEVISION SHOW OF THE 1999/2000 SEASON
"Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?"
This
one shocked me! I have to tell
you. The show only aired a handful of
episodes during the whole year, and it still was the most watched program of
the year! Then again, I did mention the
show in my graduation blurb. And I did
try to become a contestant on the Canadian version. Alas, no luck. I do find
it ironic that our Canadian version was hosted by Pamela Wallin, who allegedly
stole millions from Canadian taxpayers!
So, I have entitled this piece "The Running of The Red Rams". And it's symbolic. You know how in Spain, they have the Running of the Bulls? Where you have a bunch of wild bulls running through city streets and you had to try everything to escape from them or face serious injury? Well, our school mascot was the Red Ram...and as far as I was concerned, I felt like I was participating in a "Running of the Bulls" event my whole high school career...only with high school students.
But by the time I turned
eighteen, I came to a conclusion. I
knew that I was never going to be friends with most of the people in my high
school, so I simply stopped trying. I
stopped stressing out over trying to dress the right way, act the right way,
pretending to be somebody that I wasn't.
Really, who needs that aggravation?
Ultimately, all that it did was cause me a lot of depression. Depression that peaked...or is it
ebbed...anyway, it came to a head right smack dab in the middle of my 16th
year. And I swore to myself that I
would never allow myself to let people make me feel that way again.
My
eighteenth year coincided with my OAC year of high school - which I suppose you
could consider Grade 13. Ontario did
away with the Grade 13 year in the early 2000s. But either way, the year signaled the end of high school. And while I was nineteen when I graduated
high school, most of the good stuff happened when I was still eighteen.
And
what do I classify good stuff?
Well,
right around my eighteenth birthday, I had finally found what I had been
looking for my entire high school career.
I had found a group of friends who I felt comfortable to be myself
around. Now, David (who I told you
about last entry) was a part of that group, and he had befriended another boy
named Clement. I didn't meet Clement
until the beginning of my OAC year, but after David introduced us, we became
friends almost instantly. And at the
same time, I met someone in my sociology class named Erik (not the same Eric
who was on our Montreal scavenger hunt team), and we worked on quite a few
assignments together and became friends.
I introduced Erik to David and Clement, and I think from that moment on,
the four of us became extremely close.
I
never really had a group of friends that I had bonded with so closely before that,
and you know...I don't know if I ever told any of them this, but they were the
main reason why OAC year was so much fun.
They kind of gave me the courage to try new things, to live life, and to
not be afraid to be myself. I don't
even know how I can repay those guys for their kindness, so that's why I made a
special mention here in this blog so that there will always be a permanent
reminder of the sincere friendship they gave me.
Now,
that's not to say that David, Clement, and Erik were my only friends in high
school (even though in a way, they were).
I also want to take the time to thank a few other people who were there
for me during that last year of high school.
I
want to start by mentioning a trio of Grade 12 girls who sat with me in
sociology class during the first part of the semester. Even though they only sat down at my table
because it was the only one available at the time, they got to know me and I
got to know them, and they liked me for me, and I liked them for them. So, Dana, Melissa, and Wendy, thanks for
sitting at my table. And thanks for
signing my yearbook too!
I
also want to throw a thank you to a girl named Laurel, who I met in my American
History class. She was such a
sweetheart, and she eventually started hanging around David, Clement, Erik, and
I. She was in Grade 12, so I don't know
what happened to her after graduation, but wherever you are, I hope that you're
happy.
And,
Eileen, you've been my friend since sixth grade, and you were still my friend
when we graduated high school. Believe
me, your friendship was very much appreciated.
Remember when we had a little reunion dinner at that restaurant with
Clement five or six years ago? We need
to do that again sometime!
While I'm thinking of it, I'll also show some gratitude towards Cary-Lynn, Becky, and Leah, who always seemed to work with me on school projects, and treated me kindly while we worked!
While I'm thinking of it, I'll also show some gratitude towards Cary-Lynn, Becky, and Leah, who always seemed to work with me on school projects, and treated me kindly while we worked!
There
were also a few people in my class who while we never really hung out together
after school, they at least treated me with some respect. I can't say I can remember all of your
names, but I do remember your faces.
Believe me, I know who was kind to me and who wasn't.
And,
let's just say that when it came down to those who weren't, or who ignored me
simply because I wasn't good enough...well, I don't really have anything to say
to you because...well, I don't know you.
We had five years together at that school, and not once in those five
years did any of you make an effort to get to know me even though I tried to
get to know you. But I suppose that
life is like that sometimes. You can't
be friends with everybody. Though, I
wish that I could have gone through high school without feeling like such an
outcast.
But
then again, looking at it through their perspectives, maybe their lives weren't
as perfect and carefree as I believed them to be. Maybe they were going through issues that I never really knew. Perhaps they were latchkey children who never
had parents around to take interest in them.
Maybe they had to deal with a bitter divorce with custody battles and it
made them angry.
And,
maybe some of them were genuine jerks and got happiness through other people's
pain. But either way, by the time I got
to my last year of high school, I was actually quite relieved that I would
never have to see any of them ever again.
It was finally over.
I
never had to see the four boys who made my life miserable in elementary school
and followed me to high school. Though,
I will say that of the four boys, one of them and I patched things up during
our last year of high school, and we left school on a good note. Two of the four boys simply backed off and
ignored me when they found their own group of friends. The fourth one - the ringleader of the group
- never really changed. He was rotten
from the inside out. I hope that I
never see him again. He was trouble.
"Cory"
and "Will" also reached out to me and apologized for their part in
the bullying of me in eleventh grade, and well...I forgave them. And at least when it came to
"Will", he seemed genuinely sincere about it. I wanted to say the same for
"Cory", but he purposely kept the fact that "Sparks" had
torched my stuff a secret for three years, and after that, I decided I couldn't
trust him any longer. I haven't seen
those three since graduation, and honestly, I am fine with that.
But
the ultimate epitaph of OAC and year eighteen?
I said goodbye to the meek and timid me, and embraced a more confident
version. Believe me, during the first
four years of high school, I became less and less open with people to the point
that I basically stopped living life and I became a soulless person who just
took up space. But befriending a group
of people like David, Clement, Erik, Laurel, Dana, Melissa, Wendy, Eileen, and
a couple of others...that gave me the courage to take back my life and cram the
four years of fun that I should have had in high school into the final year.
I
sang karaoke at the grad dinner. I crawled
through garbage and popped water balloons with my butt at Grad Goodbye Day
2000. I put on an insanely creative
independent study project in my English class (which David, Erik, and Clement
helped me with), and I even had the courage to get up on stage and get
hypnotized in front of the whole school.
The sixteen year old me would have NEVER done that.
I
suppose that the only regret that I had about high school was the fact that I
wish that I had the courage to be myself a lot earlier than my final year of
high school. But I wasn't exactly in
the right frame of mind to be able to do that.
At my lowest point, Grade 11 (age 16) was the year in which I felt
completely alone and isolated from everyone.
I trusted nobody, and I spent most of my time hiding in my bedroom as
that was the place where I felt the safest.
How could anyone find the effort to change their lives when everyone in
the world seemed to either be against them or chose not to care?
Fortunately,
David, Erik, Clement, and all the others who were there for me during my last
year of school...they made me see that the world wasn't as bad a place as I
believed it to be. They helped me come
out of my shell a little bit more. And
they showed me what true friendship was during my teenage years.
I'll
never forget that. And that's what I
will remember most about being eighteen.
I didn't care what they thought of me.
Instead I focused more on the people who I cared about. That made the difference. And because of that, I survived the Running of the Red Rams in one piece.
And
as we look at the final year of my teen years, I'll tell you why nineteen was
one of the greatest years of my whole life - well, so far anyway.
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