I realize it’s been awhile since I’ve told all you white kids to stop saying nigga, but now I’m back- so no worries. Today I want to delve into something a little different. That something being the disturbingly shallow pool of totally uninteresting and unnecessary high school drama in which we submerge ourselves into on a daily basis. I don’t know if it’s like this in other places, but PHS drama is so monotonous that it’s literally embarrassing to talk about it with kids from other schools. I kid you not, the things people get bent out of shape over are ridiculous.
Now before I begin, I want to make it clear that I realize all pain is relative. But the things going down in the halls of Princeton High School aren’t painful, at least not in the way one might think. They’re painful to listen to, but they’re not painful to go through. And so, when I say that people should really stop caring so much about who’s done what, when, where, why and how, and pay more attention to the news, I say that with full recognition that some of the things people are going through are not trivial, and do require attention, energy and focus. The rest of you- yes, those with issues as fake as your friends, I’m talking to (and about) you, so listen up.
Another caveat: you may be thinking, “But Jamaica, you capitalize off of this stuff. It’s why we all read your blog!” To that I say : yeah no duh I capitalize off of it. How else am I supposed to make sure you read the articles about gender bias and racial inequality just as attentively as you read those which paint scenes of drunken debauchery, starring your friends and classmates? Hmm, how do you suppose I do that? Gotta keep em’ interested. The fact is, you’re here for the same reason as everyone else, to get your fill on the dumb drama of PHS. But I guess I’m just as bad as you, for serving it up on a silver freakin’ platter.
Anyway, on to my point. What I want to say is that people need to stop getting so upset about the silliest things. For example: The whole “She stole my hand made prom dress,” crap is ridiculous. It’s a dress, get over it. Or the entire “I didn’t hook up with that girl’s boyfriend, blah, blah, blah,” is antiquated. How many times do you think we’ve heard that one? Here’s a hint: too many. Even worse is the “He/She can’t come to that person’s party! They have no right!” Are you kidding me? That’s what your worried about? Who’s allowed to come to a party? In a house that isn’t yours?
It’s one thing to get upset about something and complain to your friends about it, but jesus, everyone wants to make it a spectacle. Like okay, we get it. Yesterday, this all didn’t bother me nearly as much as it does right now. I think that’s because today I had to deal with like a month’s worth of dumb drama. And to set the record straight: Justin didn’t do it (You’re welcome). It’s one thing to watch it all go down, or to read the texts off of someone else’s phone, but to put up with it myself…tsk tsk tsk. No good.
In all honesty, I know that everyone is aware of how silly all of these problems are. I mean, it’s hard to miss the ridiculousness once someone’s actually articulated the drama. Hearing it out loud really proves how crazy it is. But we live off of it. It keeps the small world of PHS turning. Sad, but it’s the truth. Normally I’d close with a suggestion on how to change it, or make the situation better. But here, there is nothing to do. You take away the petty fights and texting wars and kids might start doing some really harmful stuff. It’s a part of high school that isn’t going anywhere, anytime soon. And if you don’t like it, well then that’s just too damn bad.
Until next time,