A Tale Of Teenage Folly

Sometimes, I look back at my senior high school days and just wonder who that person was. Because what? If that person is still the same person making this post, then we thank God for growth.

Anyway, I remember way back in senior high school, I was one of the cool kids. I don’t even remember how I got there, but I did. There was this particular thing I did that continues to haunt me everywhere I go. Not that it was so bad, but looking back, it made no sense, and there was no point in doing it. Okay, let me just stop beating about the bush and go straight to the point.

One of the things cool kids used to do in my school was to spend unnecessarily. It was a thing to own every trendy stuff. And I remember one time, my mom gave me my extra class fees to pay when I got to school. Right when I got to campus, the cool kids had this particular pink school bag. It was expensive and also not prescribed.

I knew it was eventually going to be seized, but I still spent my extra class fees to get that bag. And just as expected, it was seized two days later. I later had to use my own money to pay for my extra class fees and then was hungry throughout the whole term. It crossed my mind to tell my mom but how dare I?

I’m sure she would have slapped the “cool kid” out of me after finding out I starved myself for just some unnecessary pink bag. If I’m being honest, it wasn’t just the pink bag. I used to spend a lot of money just to fit a particular clique or to be accepted by certain people especially in senior high school.

There was this water bottle that I got in all colors to show that I’m not just cool, but extra cool. At this point, I’m even beginning to cringe. There were also body splashes, different sizes and scents. And I remember how I always had a cold because of the strong scents from the body splashes. Now that I’m talking about it, I don’t even know what exactly blinded me like that. But I’m glad I saw the light.

I’m not one to regret the things I’ve done in the past, but these particular ones? I regret every single one of them. Because if not for that unnecessary spending I did in senior high school, I’m sure I would have probably owned a private jet or two. Not the real ones, though.

We are supposed to look back and learn from our mistakes, but for this particular one, I just wish I could get the chance to redo that part of senior high school. And I know there’s no way I’ll be doing anything at all for validation in any form or color.