I think if I went back in time and found my 13-year old self, she wouldn't believe that I was her.
As I was reading Romeo & Juliet for my Shakespeare class last week, and I was amazed at how different it seemed to me this time around. I had read the play so many times (and performed it once in the chorus) but never really appreciated how true Shakespeare was to girls at that age. Actually, I wrote my discussion board post about it. When you're 13, every little upset is the end of the world, and it's because you're caught between being a kid, just becoming a teenager, and not quite being an adult, but wanting to be all three things at once. No wonder our minds were exploding! And I feel like now, at 20-years old, things are finally not so damn dramatic. I'm scared and excited for what
That was who I was at 13-years old, and 7 years later, I can finally see light through the brick wall I've been tearing down. But it's only beginning, and there's a lot more wall to break through.
Brick number one: I'm sorry for hurting you.