I mentioned multiple times that I am in College now, so tonight I wanted to look back at the three stages before College. I wanted to just talk about (or to) Elementary School Me, Middle School Me, and High School Me. Man, time flies.
To Elementary Me;
You were a reckless kid. Considered to be a hyper and a little spontaneous to your teachers and classmates. Fist fights in the playground and constant incidents with kids, trying to be the king of the playground. You were a real trip. Made a great friend with a kid who hated your guts at first. Ran around the Mall and the neighbourhoods like You owned the place. Playing Video Games whenever You had the chance. A lot of stuff changed when You moved to a new place, I remember saying goodbye.
I remember you developed a slight sense of shyness when you moved. Until you met a girl who pretty much saved your ass the first few days of a new school year. She pretty much was your first friend, who helped you in your math homework and also introduced you to the kids in the neighbourhood. She pretty much was your first crush, yet the minute things started to be brighter a shade of grey appeared, she moved. I remember it all.
I also remember that you started to become well known and acquainted with the kids in the neighbourhood(s) and you also became the proclaimed king of the playground, You and your brother were the ones who played soccer and would love to show off your skills in front of people. Everyone loved you guys, everyone wanted to be your friends and you welcomed them all. You made a strong friendship with Three Brothers who pretty much enjoyed the same things you did. A strong unity.
Remember the time where You decided to draw what was in front of the Television? and started to draw crazy superheroes in your room, in your homework, in your report card, and in your textbooks?! You rebellious bastard. No wonder Teachers hated you! You would draw cartoons, scenarios, and story lines in a sheet of an important paper. It's funny all of those important sheets of paper you loved to scribble on, you gave those papers to your Middle School You.
Sadly, after you finished the final grade in Elementary School and was about to enter Junior High (Middle) School, you had to move, leave everybody that you started to know and admire once again. The Fourth or Fifth time you had to move away this time, in a place that would actually alter everything about you.
To Junior High Me;
Welcome to the big leagues! You once again had to start from scratch at least be a little responsible unlike your Elementary self. He thought the world was the oyster, He thought he could be the king of the playground once again. He never expected that there was no playground anymore, and that a new type of challenge awaited. The fact that kids no label others and made fun of social groups and also the fact that hormones became a new issue. When you first walked into the school, you were considered an Outcast, oblivious to what is going on around you. Without friends or anyone to talk to, you started to become the silent type, the shy kid, the kid no one wanted. Your only friend now was your sketchbook and your pencil and You began to draw what you had in your mind.
Of course, you were picked on because you can draw while the other kids who could only draw stick figures, you could make a story up. But lo and behold, a group of kids admired your work and started to become your friends, You felt happy to be with a group of friends who shared your same interests. You started to let them shape who you became. You felt content with what they know and what you could share with them.
Yes, these were the days where your body changed, where your voice started to get deeper and where you started to get facial hair, I remember. I remember the girl that pretty much became one of the biggest crush in your life. I remember the good times...and also the bad times. Yes I remember what happened to you, what happened to her, what happened to the word "trust." I remember when you left that school You left everyone, even the ones who still stood beside you, you left them far behind. I remember what you did and what you were planning on doing to yourself. I am grateful that you are still here with Me.
To High School Me;
What's funny is that you were at the same High school with your Junior High classmates...for a day. Ha ha. Then you moved to another High school on the opposite side, the rival school. Once again, you get to start from scratch and after the final moments in Junior High, you had a tough act to follow. Already considered an Outcast, you knew it was going to happen so it never phased you. In fact, around this time, everybody welcomed outcasts....so making your status very hypocritical. People wanted to know more about you and you started to make friends faster than your Junior High self. People loved your drawings and of course you started to be rebellious again.
It has seemed like you started to rekindle the Elementary you, this time more reckless. At this age you know there was no playground to takeover. However, taking over the school would be a good idea. Throughout the four years of being in that school, you made friends with a good portion of the student body and also the teachers. You also kept in contact with the kids from the other school, your friendship grew throughout the city and you knew a good portion of the city. In the later years, You realized that being a social awkward kid would be the worst idea, especially when you are growing up. So You decided to speak in front of large audiences and you decided to participate in events, talk to people and at least share people the world with you.
You finally graduated, all those years of turmoil and success has finally ended. You picked up your diploma and you also picked up your bags once again. You had to say farewell to everyone once again and leave them behind. This time, you felt happy, content, and I know why.
To Present Me;
Welcome back home, welcome back to where your journey started.
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