Here’s a couple gifs before I get to the downer part:
Okay, let’s proceed…
It’s Friday night and I can hear the crowd cheering every time the high school’s football team makes a touchdown. (I live a couple blocks from the school.) Last Friday I sat outside listening to the game and I know our team won because the band played a victory song and then things got quiet for the night.
I bet you’re wondering why I’m talking about this. Well, it’s because I miss high school. You heard me: I miss high school. Before you say I’m crazy I just want to let you know that my adolescence sucked… but it was also not that bad. I miss high school, though, because I never really got to experience it. Not like other people. I never went to a Friday night football game. I never went to prom—or any formal, for that matter. I didn’t learn how to drive and I never broke curfew–not that I had one–because I was having so much fun I lost track of time.
When I was in high school I was going through some stuff and acting out. In my sophomore year I decided it was a good idea to start ditching school… so I did. A lot. (I got, like, five truancy letters, you guys. No joke.) I was hardly ever there. Half way through my junior year I switched out of my high school and started doing independent study at an alternative school. I did all my work at home by myself and went to school once a week to turn stuff in and take tests.
As you can imagine, my old high school life sort of faded away. I didn’t talk to my friends as much (or at all) and I didn’t go to school functions, like, ever. I basically receded into myself. (I was still sort of part of animal rights club, though. That stuck.)
Anyway, what does this have to do with books? To be honest: not too much. I was thinking about it and I think one of the reasons I love YA so much is because I get to live vicariously through the characters I read about. I get to experience high school through them. Go to football games through them. Fall in love through them. Basically, I get to read about the “high school experience” and it almost feels like I was there too.
Would I redo high school if I were given the chance? You bet I would! But since I can’t, I love that I can read about what high school was like with the help of YA books (and movies, TV shows, and whatever). I’m thankful for that more than I can begin to explain. I still regret missing out on so much, but reading makes it way more bearable. I will always be a teenager at heart. Maybe that’s the ultimate reason I love reading YA so much.
P.S. In case you guys are wondering, they won this game too.
P.P.S. I wrote this post a couple weeks ago so obviously it’s not Friday night anymore. Oh, well. *shrugs*
P.P.P.S. Here is one more gif for getting through that post. You’re awesome!