Gossip, Girls, and Plaid Jumpers;

I'm the one on the left... for reference.

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Growing up, I’ve always lived in the same small town. However, for the first two years of my schooling, 1^st and 2^nd grade, I went to catholic school. St. Mary’s was my favorite place to go. I made great friends and loved all of my teachers. A lot of my friends weren’t necessarily from Oneonta, where the school was, but from around the area, like myself. We hung out when we could and had a ton of fun. We knew each other’s families and our parents said hi in the supermarkets. It seemed like the dream world. And then, some of my friends moved (myself included) to other schools in their respective towns. And I started public school.

It wasn’t too bad going to public school. The school was right across from my house, and I didn’t have to ride the bus for almost an hour twice a day. (not to mention there was no uniforms, meaning I could look like I changed my clothes more than just once in a while!) I had to make new friends with people who had already known each other for four years. I felt like the odd one out. But quickly enough, being the social butterfly I always have been, I made friends, best friends actually. But making new friends wasn’t the only change I would experience coming into a public school. This girl in the other third grade class told everyone how much she hated me and a ton of lies about me, when I’d never even seen her before. Quickly enough, I learned about girls and DRAMA.

Growing up in a town where everyone’s parents went to school together I was already the odd one out. I only knew the people I would see on a daily basis. But everyone else knew everyone. Along with knowing everyone, comes knowing every detail about their lives. Around here, it’s so small that everyone knows everyone’s business. Sometimes, they know about it before you do. It’s weird being thrown into a world where instead of seeing your friends in school and only on occasions like Halloween parties, you see them EVERYWHERE. (and I literally mean that)

I’ve learned to adjust as the years go by. I can’t count the times my mother has received phone calls from other mothers exclaiming not to let me be friends with a girl or group because they were “talking crap” about their daughters. I have found that I am just like my mother when it comes to this high school drama. Let them work it out themselves and just move on.

 I try to stay out of drama. I have never liked it from the beginning. Neither has anyone in my family really. I guess we’re just blessed. Staying out of drama and picking fights, hasn’t necessarily helped me though. I lose friends all the time because I won’t get in the middle of the two of them. But one thing I can always count on are my few best friends, my guy friends (who never have drama, thank GOD!), and my family. They never let me down, and always support me. So I guess it wouldn’t really matter where I grew up, city or country, drama would still exist. But no matter where I go, I know that my family will always be there. Behind me. Supporting me. 100 %. For the rest of my life. And I can’t thank God enough for giving me the best one out there.