Firstly, I would like to make one thing clear. As a child, only three words could crush a child's heart and hopes. SANTA DOESN'T EXIST. Hence to clarify, their idol was actually no other than St.Nicholas...hence the REAL colour of Christmas isn't RED but GREEN..just saying..well, typing.
Once again our tutor, the P.E. teacher that he is, "attempts" (which I appreciate) to be a proper tutor; organising he annual 'not so SECRET SANTA' . Me picking KYLE coincidentally, but that wasn't it, my other annoying POLSKI teacher did it too. THANKFULLY I GOT ALEX ;) Though the people that get me are honestly SO BAD at keeping secrets...MAKDA and ZUZANNA. Judging by the two I am honestly scared to know what abstract things I can possibly receive.
Anyway, my oh so considerate family have decided to go to POLAND this Christmas..-plays polish anthem- ...and take me with them. -_- ..-end of anthem- Maybe if for once they listened to me, just once in a while, they would know I have plans.
Buuuuuut...they are POLISH..so what can I say. I know for certain that BOREDOM will strike! And unfortunately I won't have any friends there...just cows, dogs and whatever is found in the cold, polish countryside during winter. YAAY!! -_-
Sarcasm at it's finest..
I'M OUT
So...yeah...the big day has come. Saturday 14th September 2013. Days before, the stereotypical MTV moments flashed through my mind. "My sweet sixteenth", the term which according to America meant huge parties which included people like; the populars, the nerds, the inbetweeners, people you don't know yet 'celebrate' with you. But where do I lie on this scale?
I'm not only lost in society; but lost in myself. I'm confused and drowning in my weird, mixed feelings and emotions. A time which is meant to be the best of my life, is slowly slipping away. I'm stuck in between who people want me to be, who I want to be and who I really am. I've turned 16 and no difference has been made to my not so fully satisfying life. They wouldn't remember if not for the thankful FACEBOOK notifications. The 'Happy Birthdays' typed without a shadow of thought. You'd think that it would all change on this memorable day. Hoping for a miracle, one wish comes across my blissfully unaware mind every year when blowing out the increasing number of candles. But I won't tell you as apparently it's 'BAD LUCK' not that I've had any good luck anyway. The brain washed generation hoping for the pavements to be paved with GOLD. The AMERICAN DREAM, I can suggest recalling my recent English essay; OF MICE AND MEN. Maybe like Lennie and Crooks, I'm lost and longing to be socially accepted. Or like Curley's wife just longing for attention...either way both Lennie and the anonymous Curley's wife DIE. Some would agree they die achieving their dreams but did they really?
Back to the point, I would convince people not to raise their standards and expectations too high. Sixteen is just a number. A number which Will change annually. And as I am increasing in age and not in height, I'm certainly convinced, I won't be on MTV's "my super sweet sixteen". As I am just a microcosm of the billions of teenagers who look to be accepted.
Don't get your hopes up.
From,
The sixteen year old, who's exploring the wonders of the world and her place in it.
PEACE..Nicky ;)
