Being a Teenage Girl in School


Growing up, people always said movies like High School Musical are unrealistic compared to how high school really is. To a certain extent that is true, unfortunately there are no flash mobs in the lunchroom. I know… I was disappointed too. It’s probably more like Mean Girls now that I think about it. Probably not that extreme that there is a Burn Book going around but still can be pretty bogus.

But in reality, how you should look, what you wear, what you like and the type of people you hang out with, matters in high school. In high school, those are what label you. There are in fact “cliques” and “groups.”

I’ve never found myself being in a specific “clique”. The group of friends I hang out with at school are made up of everything; athletes, scholars, and the average Joe and Jane.

Since there is no specific “type” in our group we are labeled as the Mexican group because we are mainly made up of Hispanics, but not all Mexican and not all Hispanic. There are 3 other kids of complete different races but in high school I guess majority rules.

Apart from the group label, each individual is given a much more specific captions such as athletic, nerd, loser, skater, druggies, emo, popular, try-hard, or “Yeah, that kid is cool I guess…” These captions are based off of what you wear, what type of things you like and how you look.

To say that this only involves teenage girls wouldn’t be true. Teenage guys are labeled too. The difference between teenage boys and teenage girls is that teenage girls are judgmental and mean, where boys don’t care as much. Or maybe they just don’t let it show.

The problem with this is that judgments are made on appearance with girls. It’s hard to make friends with someone whom you may have something in common with when you’ re already labeled as something that doesn’t interest them.

This happened to me during the school year without me knowing. To school I wear different type of outfits. I wear dresses and skirts. I wear t-shirts and shorts. I wear hoodies. I wear band shirts. I wear sweats. Results may vary. I wear what I find comfortable and I choose that based on my mood in the morning.

One of my friends that I made at the end of the year told me that she had met me in the beginning of the school year during basketball conditioning. But I never saw her again until we were at that same lunch table because of a mutual friend.

She later told me that she had seen me several times but never approached me because of what I was wearing. To her I appeared as someone she wouldn’t normally associate herself with. I had a Mayday Parade t-shirt on with leggings which meant I was pretty much wearing all black. She said I looked mean and like a emo rocker kid.

She hadn’t chosen to talk to me because I looked like someone she normally wouldn’t be friends with. I’m glad that we had a mutual friend because we happened to have a lot in common and she became one of my closest friends. Looks can be deceiving.

I was a little offended because when I first met her at basketball conditioning, I thought she was so nice and I wanted to be her friend. Her mistaking me as emo and rocker didn’t come as a surprise because many people had made that assumption before.

Growing up there were always comments made about how I dressed. How it wasn’t “girly” enough and then how it wasn’t tight enough. I never had a problem with what I wore. If I felt like looking cute I’d wear a dress or skirt. If I wanted to be comfortable I’d wear a t-shirt, jeans, leggings, sweats, a sweater and etc. I love what I wear and how I wear it so it never bothered me how I looked.

Being a teenage girl at my school can be difficult because even if you don’t want to care about what people say you end up hearing it. Sometimes it’s hard to not care what people say. It’s hard to ignore. Especially being in a big school with a lot of people. You can tell when people are looking and judging you.

Many people aren’t approached because of how they look but you never know. You can have a lot in common with someone and even if you don’t, you can still be friends with them. Similarities start the friendship; differences make it last.

People unknowingly judge based off appearance. Sometimes I catch myself describing people like that or lunch tables as the popular table, the nerds, and etc. Its human nature, we’re not perfect but we can try to be our best.

I know it’s easier said than done but you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Being a teenage girl in school is hard but definitely not impossible if you try.


Who Am I?

I am who I say I am.

I am a girl.

So call me ma’am.

I can do more than twirl,

Look pretty, and clean.

There is so much more to me

Than it may seem.

I am free to be

Whatever I want.

I can be a success

Without having to flaunt.

I am more not less.

I am kind,

But not naïve.

I have a mind

And I believe.

I have a brain.

I have a voice.

I am unique not plain.

I’ve made a choice

To be strong,

And smart,

And there’s nothing wrong

To have your heart

Set to be the best of the best.

To be the best me I can be

I will not rest

Until I can honestly agree

That I did all I could.

I am driven.

I am good.

My all is what I’ve given.

I am who I say I am.

I say I am more.

I say I will strive and soar.

And that is who I am.

Welcome to my blog!

Hey Everyone!

I’m going to write about the things I feel are worth sharing, things that are important to me and things I find interesting.

I’m new to this so bare with me.

I’ve always loved writing but I never share my writing, I write about experiences good or bad, things I have a very strong opinion, and things that are meaningful. I write poems and I love music because I find they’re a form of poetry with a rhythm. I also love art, particularly photography.

I believe there we are given a lot of power to be able to show, hear, and express yourself with your own words. You can have a visual that shows a very special moment or that can capture the terrible day. You can hear feeling and show it in tones.

You can use your words to tell about the best and worst experiences, the little and the big things, even the things in between.

I hope you enjoy what I have to share with you!

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