Hey Guys!
Welcome back to my blog, GirlAspiring!
I hope you guys are doing well! Today, I’ll be talking about books. (yep- thats a metaphor)
Books are obviously treated differently and if you think about it, you’ll understand what I mean.
Let’s think of it this way: you have two books from home. They are BRAND NEW, fresh from the printing factory. One is called ‘x’ and the other is called ‘z’. You read both books and you realize that ‘z’ is the best book you’ve ever read, and well, ‘y‘ is a pretty boring and weird book…it’s just too cliché and your starting to get sick of the same book plots and stories. You obviously treat the book ‘z’ with more care and respect opposed to ‘y’ because of preference and because the book is just different.
Now let’s switch it up. Now instead of books, we are talking about a person. One person is called ‘y’ and the other is ‘z’. You have known ‘y’ for a very long time and you’re starting to get sick of her. ‘z’ is pretty new and she is interesting and the most creative person you have met. You’re going to treat ‘z’ better because she is cool and new. You don’t want to lose her but when it comes to ‘y’…..well, who cares? She’s just there.
Slowly, you’re treating ‘y’ terribly with these nasty and foul messages, always judging her and correcting her mistakes because your SO. SICK. OF. HER. – plus, you don’t really care at all.
but… ‘z’ get’s princess treatment! Your stuck to her like glue, you make sure she is doing well and ask how she feels.
And if you think a little… how do you think ‘y’ is feeling?
I don’t know about you but right now I’m the ‘y’ in my friend group. I feel hurt, used and forced to do things because of my friends.
and it really hurts.
A few days ago, we were asked to perform a dance at break time because of an event. My friends had me sign up for it because ‘why not?’ So I did.
We did the dance and i’m not going to lie, it was super embarrassing! The song was performed by a singer from the upper grade and well…let’s just say the song was a bit.. weird.
Either way, the teacher asked us if it was okay for us to dance for her whenever she needed dancers to dance. I don’t know WHAT I was thinking but…I said yes with my friends.
She asked us yesterday if we could dance for another event at break on Friday (which is tomorrow) and my friend said yes 🤦♀️ Obviously, that meant we had ONE day to prepare!
We had rehearsal this morning and it was a catastrophe! Terrible. Chaos. HORRIBLE.
We had prepared a dance a while back to perform at a show the school does every few months but we were not ready so we decided to keep the dances for the next show.
We decided to use these dances for the performance last time. Of course, we practiced these dances (originally for the show that never happened) so we knew most of the moves which made it easy to practice and performance but…with our performance tomorrow, we (well my friend) added a part of the dance that 60% of us DON’T KNOW for us to perform tomorrow. Obviously, she did not tell us about it and that we would be using it.
The worst part is that we are in the middle of exam week so I have NO time to practice this dance because I have to study and go to my after school activities. I had to learn it in 5 minutes this morning!
During rehearsal (we got to skip a class to attend) we practiced in a small classroom. My friend who added the dance (let’s call her Abby) kept messing up and making mistakes. While we were practicing, Abby kept looking at others dancing and she never payed attention to what she was doing. After practice she would tell me and others “Oh you did horribly- stop messing up and do it properly” and “That is not how we do it! Just focus! It’s not that hard”
She was being terribly mean and was always judging others although she barely could do the dance herself. At some point, everyone started shouting and yelling because we were so sick of each other telling us what to do.
You see, Abby is the kind of person who always wants things. She is never happy with what she has and if she doesn’t get what she wants, she gets upset. Our opinions do not matter to her because she is important and everyone needs to know when she is unhappy.
Then, another girl, (let’s call her Bella) starts being bossy and telling people what to do. I got so mad at that point and I was so sick of Abby’s frustrating complaints I was ready to FREAK OUT.
Then, it was chaos! The girls start yelling on each other and adding dance moves, removing moves, telling others off- it was just chaos. I did not know the dance and whenever I asked, the girls would ignore me.
The teacher had to keep telling us off and every time we did something, one of us would disagree and hate it. Then, my friend was being silly about it and starts ‘meditating’ because “meditation is a great thing to do in a tense atmosphere”
I could not believe it. Why could we just not agree? Who did they think they were to tell people to “Shush!” and to “Shut up” when they themselves didn’t know what they were doing? Performance is TODAY and we are hoping for the best! I’ll update you later!
AspiringGirl xoxo
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