something better? (giant jeans parlor!)

I am off to Palm Springs for three days on a business trip.

(That sentence looks weird to me too.)

I am reading Please Don't Kill the Freshman, the high school memoir by Zoe Trope. I really like it. I am suddenly remembering the exact horror of sitting in class, staring at the clock and feeling like you are completely wasting your time.

In honor of that, here is a look back in time at something I wrote for my zine when I was in high school.

16 is walking by myself through the halls and knowing that I am not like anyone else.

It is unanswered questions and tired days spent staring at the clock, waiting for a bell.

It is losing my best friend, becoming more and more angry and frustrated as she worries about what dress she should wear to the dance and which boys like her.

It is watching funny/serious/moving well-made films and knowing, THIS is what I want, but instead waking up to another day of high school.

Stacks of unfinished scripts,
unread books,
unopened letters,
unwritten zines,
unfilmed movies,
all waiting, waiting, waiting.

16 is waiting for something better that you know is out there but you can't quite reach.

I suddenly feel a little sad about the last line of this entry. Spending three days playing teambuilding exercises and discussing financials was not exactly what I had in mind when I was 16.