Taking Tuesday: School and Friends and Growing Up

I have always loved school, but I never really liked the social interactions that came with it. It wasn’t that I didn’t like people. The problem was that I was always an outsider, someone who didn’t fit in. It was either because I was too young or because I didn’t speak English… Or because I didn’t play “the right” sport (i.e. not soccer). In today’s Talking Tuesday, I tell you about the end of summer and the beginning of school, and how much that hurt when I was a kid. Then I finish by telling you how things have changed now that I’m an adult.

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I have always loved school, but I never really liked the social interactions that came with it. It wasn’t that I didn’t like people. The problem was that I was always an outsider, someone who didn’t fit in. It was either because I was too young or because I didn’t speak English… Or because I didn’t play “the right” sport (i.e. not soccer). In today’s Talking Tuesday, I tell you about the end of summer and the beginning of school, and how much that hurt when I was a kid. Then I finish by telling you how things have changed now that I’m an adult.

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  1. As someone who graduated from the ninth school district I attended, I can sympathize. Though the isolation only really occurred when we had to attend a school away from the military base. My worst year was fourth grade where I was relentlessly bullied for having the audacity of living in California (Ft. Ord) the year before, and actually doing well is school. The schools with a high number of military/embassy brats were better because we all had a common experience.

    But I still hated high school. Since my brother attended four high schools, I made a plan starting in eighth grade to graduate a year early. That way I only went to two high schools instead of three.

    By the way, in my first high school, Balboa High School, Spanish was commonly heard in the hallways, and no one really cared. And this was at a time of institutionalized racism.

    College was much better. So much so I spent five years getting a degree (okay, I did a six month internship). Though there was one bizarre conversation my freshman year. From fifth grade to graduation I only spent two years in the USA. So in a conversation about what we did our high school years I was chided for bragging about living overseas. All I could reply was that was my life, and why were they allowed to talk about their past and I was not?

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