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.
MOTHER.DOCMy 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 of
overcoming. In the process, the activities will
promote positive values centered around
accomplishment. I will be responsible for
establishing and
supporting these values. I am on my way to
truly becoming a special person - my mother will be proud.
NOTE.DOCAs 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.
My
teammates 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
forgotten. 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.