rebelling against low expectations
When I was in sixth grade, I got sent to the principal’s office twice. I remember saying that, compared to some of the other kids who got sent there every-other day, I wasn’t that bad. I thought, since other kids were way worse than me, it didn’t really matter that I had been sent there twice. Compared to others, mine was a pretty minimal offense, right? Why We Compare This is often how we think...
More frequently than I’d like to admit, I get stuck in the comparison game. I wonder: Am I as good as them? Why did this happen to me? Why can’t I have that? Unchecked, this kind of thinking is destructive. Yet, comparing ourselves to others is one of the easiest things to do. Opportunities are everywhere, especially when we have little devices in our pockets that provide instant updates on all...
It was a week before our end year concert. The orchestra director made a few announcements that I didn’t hear. I could only seem to listen to my heart beating, my blood rushing, my breath passing through my mouth. Eventually, she passed around the seating chart. It felt like the violins and violas were taking as long as possible to examine the chart. Then it reached the cellos. Time seemed to...
Yes, this is a rant post. Although it’s not your usual rant. It’s a rant about me, to me. The other day my best friend asked me that wonderful question: “If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?” But of course, rather than just making myself feel a small portion of self-loathing, I used up all the fingers I have to list a whopping ten. Unfortunately...
rebelling against low expectations
