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September 29, 2003
An Honorary Dichotomy
Time for another shameless plug... I'm now doing reviews for Sandy's own review site, Opal Reviews. So if you think you've got the chops, hop on over... It's not for the faint of heart, though... So if your diary is total shiznit, don't even bother applying. We'll probably just end up making you spaz out on the floor.
And with that public service announcement of the way...
I was thinking about high school again--it's kinda hard not to, since I live only five minutes away from the freaking building. Anyway, I got to thinking about just how freaked out I was when I didn't end up becoming a member of NHS my junior year. God, I was pissed... And for what reason? So I could sit up on a pedestal and proclaim judgement upon other people who were supposedly less intelligent and honorary than I was? What the hell is the point in all of that?
I know now that I'm not the the kind of person to get excited and worked up about recieving one award over another. I mean, just about everybody who survives their high school in the first place deserves an award, if you ask me. But the whole NHS thing was ridiculous... There I was, steaming because I wasn't randomly selected by some sacred panel of teachers who barely knew me at all. Everyone knew that outside of the people who really deserved to be in it for the honorary reasons, anyone who was chosen was done so because they had some weird relationship with a particular teacher. Maybe they sucked up to that biology teacher in the first part of the quarter... Or maybe someone else lead all the in-class discussions throughout the year... Who the heck knows... All I know is that there were plenty of people who had that connection, and I didn't.
And I was pissed as hell.
The funny thing was, that even when I made it into NHS my senior year, I never even did anything. Really. I think I might have showed up to one measly meeting at the beginning of the year, and after that, I'd lost interest. The whole group was just this weird fabrication of everything I thought I was supposed to be. As though I wasn't going to get accepted into a particular school if I didn't have that NHS mark written on my transcript. Or I wouldn't be able to be accept the Democratic Party's nomination for president if I hadn't served as a member in high school. A buttload of crock, that's what it was. A royal buttload of crock.
So now I have this fancy sticker sitting on my high school diploma marking my induction to the National Honor Society. It's just sitting there, glowing along the thin piece or parchment paper that's got my name printed in thick black ink. It isn't doing much.
All that work for nothing.
Today's Soundtrack: "Gotta Leave," 702
Best Part of the Day: Walking around campus, half-starved, because I left my wallet in the car like a God-forsaken idiot.
posted at 10:16 p.m.
