This here, is my brother.
He's three years younger than me, which makes him... A FRESHMAN! Oh, I miss those days. But not really.
Ever since I saw that episode of family guy where everybody shouts "FRESH MEAT" and beats up Chris, it's all I can ever think about when talking to, or about, freshmen. Here is the clip, for your viewing pleasure:
Ahem. So yeah. Nobody at my school actually does that, or beats up freshmen just for the hell of it... but it is just generally agreed upon that all freshman are lame and annoying. It doesn't matter who the kid is. If they are in ninth grade, then they are automatically not cool in the eyes of an upperclassman.
I feel like as a senior, I just have automatic rights to being more awesome than a freshman. I've survived three more years of high school and lived. Freshman have no right thinking that they're better than me until they've been through the treacherous jungles of hallway, and the classrooms of hell, and the same fire-breathing teachers as I have. No right, you hear me!
Anyway, I don't have anything against specific freshmen. In fact, I'm friends with quite a few incoming ninth graders, and I think they're all awesome. I'm just saying that as a class, freshmen fail. It's not their fault, of course. It's the fault of the louder, more obnoxious freshmen that speak for their class. It's the short, whiny freshmen who stomp around in "high fashion" and act cooler than they are that ruin the image of the entire bunch.
When you're a senior and obnoxious, it's allowed. This is our last year here, so if I see some guys running down the hallway with painted faces shouting random things and failing at indoor parkour, it's completely understandable. When an annoying freshmen decides he wants to stand out and look like a total douche, he's compared to the cooler, older and more respected douche, and thus is marked down as lame. Therefore he marks the freshmen population as lame as well.
Coming off of this tangent... I wrote this post because my brother recently discovered that I was writing a blog, and apparently, he disapproves. He thinks it's creepy letting people I don't know read about my life and thoughts. To this, I kind of have to laugh. Or chuckle. To be honest, I don't really care whether I know my readers or not. In my life, I want to reach out to as many people as I can. That's what life is about, isn't it? Making an impact? So what if the only impact I'm making right now is by writing about random things in my life. An impact is an impact, and I'm enjoying myself.
Blogging despite his disapproval is kind of fun on its own. I feel like I'm Juliet, and this blogging community is my Romeo- all about defying the rules of my family. I've openly told him that I don't give a crap that he thinks it's weird... so I guess it is a bit different... but that's okay. If my relationship with this blog paralleled exactly to the story of Romeo and Juliet, I think I'd have some bigger problems to worry about.
