Labels and Connections
Originally published at Soft Spoken. Please leave any comments there.
It’s so weird to think that I only have 16 days (well, less than now since the current day is almost over) left of being a teenager. In 16 days I won’t be able to call myself a teenager anymore. And, well, people can’t call me a teenager anymore. You gotta love when people say things like how teenagers are immature and stupid, etc. It’s like you get put under some stereotype just because your age ends in “teen” (starts with the number 1, depending on whether you’re speaking it/spelling it, or writing the number itself lol).
I have enjoyed some of the freedoms of being a teenager of course, but at the same time, once you’re past that, it’s kind of like you have to grow up. Maybe that’s why I’ve always thought 20 was a strange number. I don’t really know. Ever since I was little I’ve always thought of the age of twenty as being kind of weird. It sounded so weird to me. It still does, but as I get closer to that number it’s not feeling quite so weird. But, again, I am kind of sad that I won’t be able to call myself a teenager anymore.
I have always been somewhat more mature than a lot of people my age, and a lot of people have thought that I am older than I am, including people who I am now friends with. I think the oldest anyone has told me that they thought I was, was 24 (Dave: when we worked at Wal-Mart). Then at the same time I had people telling me that they thought that I was 16 or 17. Some of them didn’t realize that I was older than that until I started working random day shifts (when my Fabrics department manager was sick for so long). Some didn’t even know until I started working in Electronics because I had always been working evening shifts when I was in Fabrics, unless my department manager was sick. Electronics was 9-5 every day.
Now, that I won’t be a teenager anymore, maybe people will respect me a little more. I’ve never really felt like people respected me. I don’t know for sure if it’s because I’m a teenager, and they’re just stereotyping me, or not, but that’s how I’ve felt for a very long time. At the same time it’s also felt like my own peers don’t respect me. Not just people who are older than me. I had actually thought that going to college, I would feel more equal to my fellow students, but I still don’t feel like it. I mean it has been easier, but I actually tend to feel more comfortable with the people who are older than me and who already have life experience. I think I’m drawn to them because they are much more mature than people my age. I feel like I get along with them better and that they actually genuinely like me. For some reason I don’t always feel like people my own age like me very much. Maybe it’s because I’m on a different maturity level. I don’t know. But I do know that I am rambling so I’ll change the subject.
As some of you know, I haven’t really gotten to know my roommate very well, but it looks like things might, possibly change. I hope so anyway! Yesterday, Cara came over so put some pictures onto my computer, and then we decided to go out for dinner. When we were leaving, my roommate was just getting back from shopping or whatever. We met at the bottom of the stairs. I asked her if she wanted to come out for dinner with us and she actually said yes! I was really surprised but really glad that she did! We found out that she’s from Red Deer and she’s in Nursing. I’m so glad that I finally know something about her! Before, people would ask me about her and all I could say was “Her name is Katelyn and she has blond hair.” But she died her hair over Christmas. She has brown hair now lol. But then, when we got back she went right back in her room and locked the door. It was weird. She still does that. But I think maybe taking her out for dinner was a start. Hopefully she’ll open up a bit. This morning she actually had her bedroom door somewhat open when we were getting ready for class and whatnot. Usually her door is always shut. So I guess that’s a change. But I really hope she opens up a bit more now, because from what I can tell, she doesn’t have any friends here. She never has anyone come over or anything. And she doesn’t seem to go home on weekends very often either. But she talks on the phone a lot (I usually hear her talking on the phone pretty much very night).
Oh, and something even more interesting, that I found out today. Someone else who graduated from Sexsmith Secondary School in 2006 is going to Lethbridge College!! I’m so excited. I was walking from my Intro to Management class to my Business Writing class today and I walked right past Brittney S. I couldn’t believe that I would see anyone from my high school at LC. I didn’t stop her in the hall because it was super crowded, and I was going to be late for class, because I have to go from the IB building all the way to the end of the Andrews building. Ok, it’s not really that far, but I normally like to get to classes earlier and I only have 10 minutes between then. But anyways, I sent Brittney a message on Facebook after class because I wanted to know for sure if it was her, and it was. I’m so excited about it. I mean it’s not like we were close friends or anything in high school but we knew each other, we had classes together. It meant there were only 84 students in our graduating class lol. Yeah, so hopefully we can get together and hang out at some point.
Anyways, I’m going to try to get my Computer Hardware Maintenance homework done. I was going to straighten my hair but I’ll do it in the morning. I’m so tired! These 8:00 classes are so bad! But at the same time so good! lol. Anyways, that’s all for now.