Sweatpants and Dark Rooms

In an amusing train of events, I make a small mistake in my Photography class by shedding light into the dark room, and I'm already the center of attention. Unfortunately, not in the good way. Okay, so maybe it wasn't a small mistake. I might have potentially ruined my classmate's progress in developing their black and white photographs, but it wasn't like I did it intentionally!

But just like every dramarama, in High School, the truth is always overlooked and the gossip starts.

After the accident, I ran to the restroom, like anybody would; from utter mortification. Sitting, in the stall, I decide to turn to my favorite artist Dave Days. And just like in every High School scene in a movie, two girls who witnessed my accident strut into the bathroom (while I am listening to music in the stall) and talk about how stupid I am! I mean, they don't even know me!

So, here I'm just shedding some light (no pun intended) on how judgmental people can be so many times without even caring about how it could affect you. I mean, this has happened to me so many times by now...

I'm tired of letting people think they know me and stare at me because I decided to walk into school with mismatched clothes and/or sweatpants and messy hair. I'm not here to make anybody happy besides myself and I am certainly happy just the way I am.

Leprechaun... Not

Sophomore year starts and I already have the reputation of the shortest girl in our grade; aside from that girl who has that disorder that stunts her growth. Wait, maybe I have that too... I mean, I never ate well. I still don't. Which is probably the reason for my butt increasing two sizes since the last year.

But it's not like I'm abnormally short. No, wait... I am.

It's sad... I don't even know my own height. I guess I just don't want to know my height considering it won't reach the scale of five inches. I don't want to scar my mind with that horrifying... truth.

Suddenly, I have a sneaking suspicion that my height is decreasing by the day. And not in the scientific way where you shrink but then by morning your height is normal again. I mean, that is just cruel to all those short people around, like me.

Honestly, the worst part about being short is that you think you're as tall as everybody else in that room but in truth you're just the outcast with a terrible sense of fashion who looks like they should be ten years old when in truth you are fifteen and are eligible to start Driver's Ed.

Advice to short people (if there are any of these endangered species left in this world): Telling people you are from Irish descent always works. Unless you're a brown. Like me. In that case, I hope you like the phrase, "I'm not short, I'm fun-sized!"