It's been nearly a decade
since I was actually a teenager
and, while this may seem like a very short time to some you, I can hardly remember
what it felt like to be a teenager. I was subbing again for a P.E. class
and on the computer where the teachers keep there grades, I found these documents
which I can only assume are the diaries
of a young teen drowning in the sea of high school life.
My mother always told me to be a special person
. I usually responded
by saying, “yes, Mom, I’ll do it tomorrow.” It seemed like an eternity, but tomorrow has finally come. I am now and currently a senior
in high school
and I am entitled special powers
over the underclassmen
; I am now able to take my idea, three years in the making, into action.
The paperwork has been turned in, and the necessary work has been done. - I have now officially founded Competition Club
. With all my years of high school club experience, and my seniority, I am a worthy leader for a club like this. Competition Club organizes
students into groups and those groups will compete against each other in various events
. Competition Club creates challenges
for students to overcome for the sake
. In the process, the activities will promote positive values
centered around accomplishment
. I will be responsible for establishing
these values. I am on my way to truly
becoming a special person - my mother will be proud.
As an Academic Decathalete in high school, I found myself having to work with new, unfamiliar faces each year. I found that it is difficult to work with people when I know nothing about them or when they know nothing about me. But there is something that can break the strongest barriers
- an immense accomplishment. During the Academic Decathalon
season, I gave up my daily hygienic chores
. I neither showered nor changed my underwear. I often ate loudly near others and farted silently shortly afterwards. I became an awfully obnoxious person.
had to become accustomed
to me. I made sure to keep a positive attitude and I allowed them to befriend
me despite my flaws. I did whatever it took to prevent myself from being ignored
. And, in time, my teammates became accustomed to me. It was difficult
, but nothing that’s worthwhile is easy. My teammates and I had accomplished something, we resolved our differences, and we became good friends, not to mention I was able to shower once again.
SEX.DOCI like sex
. Although I cannot say that I have experienced it, I do predict that it will be enjoyable. I look forward to sharing my first experience with that ‘special someone
’ sometime soon, but there is a problem - I am Catholic
. According to my religion, I am not allowed to do the horizontal mambo until I am married. I am troubled since I am bound by my religion to wait so long, but I still abide by the rules, nonetheless. Though, upon further thought, I have come to accept that rule.
This leads me to study the writings of Soren Kierkegaard
. He once wrote that choices make the man; a man should make his own choices,
thus making himself. I should not obey the rules of my morals
because they are forced upon me, but I should obey them because I realize it is the better thing to do. I may want
sex, but I will wait. I will wait because I want
to. And ever since this epiphany
, the idea of choices has captivated
me… along with the idea of sex