I’ve spent a lot of time lately talking to people about high school. This is unusual for me, since I found high school to be a horrible, traumatic experience, and I avoid thinking about it as much as possible.
There are a lot of reasons I hated high school; one of the biggest was my chest. I was a 36DD as a freshman in high school. Half the time I had to slouch with my boobs under the desk just so I’d have room to write. Boys noticed my boobs, and pretty much every interaction I had with boys was about my tits.
I tried really, really hard to be a normal girl, and hid my interest in science. I spent hours in the bathroom trying to make my hair look just like Farrah Fawcett’s. Boys threatened me so that I would let them copy from my tests. Oddly enough, if I deliberately got lower scores on exams, boys liked me better. In Texas in the 70s, your worth was all about what the boys thought.
It’s hard for me to even imagine being that person now.
I’ve been interviewing students applying to be peer mentors this week, and one of the questions I ask them is “If you could time travel, what would you tell your freshman self about college?”
They mostly have good answers. Personally, besides saying “don’t date that guy in your PE class, he’s going to hurt you,” I can’t think of what I could possibly have told my fucked up freshman self that would have made any sense.
What about you? If you could travel back in time, what advice would you give your younger high school self?