So today I gave my first of (hopefully) many mentoring talks to the middle schoolers and, although most of them weren’t super excited about the idea of discussing harder-to-talk-about-topics (though I did have one class who were very engaged, go me, I know), I still think I got through to most of them (at least I can pretend that I did to sleep better at night). This week’s topic was personal identity; more specifically, asking yourself “Who am I?” and then trying to work through figuring it out.
It’s kind of an interesting and difficult topic to broach, especially given the age group, because it’s an awkward and weird time for most kids in middle school. But not only that, figuring out who you are can be a challenge no matter the age, because who really knows who they are? I certainly don’t know who the fuck I am. I know what kind of person I am, towards my friends and family and even people I don’t like all that much, and I know what kind of things I like, and the kind of labels you could put on me (if I ever let that happen, ‘cos ain’t no labels goin’ be holding me down, yo), but what does that really say about my core being? I know your identity is made up of many different parts all mashed together, so at least heading in this direction is a good start for me, but how do you ever really know who you are or who you are meant to be? I think the answer is you don’t.
Think about it, you aren’t the same person you were ten years ago. Maybe you still have some of the same qualities and traits, but if you met the younger version of yourself, you’d probably be like what the fuck is wrong with you.
What unfortunate-looking hair. I looked like a boy. Fail. I still have that shirt.
No, really, what was I thinking?
But seriously, we are a complex creature, mankind, and we’re constantly adapting and evolving to suit our own needs as well as to adapt to our ever-changing environment. I think we just have to do the best with what we have and be good people and enjoy life along the way. And if that doesn’t work for someone else, they can bite me.
Filed under Advice, Opinion
So today was the last day of Poetry Club for the semester/remainder of the school year. It was definitely a bittersweet moment; while I don’t mind that the conclusion of clubs signifies the end of the school year, I will miss the fun times the students and I had over the course of the last few months. Though they are all still honing their craft (we’re talking 3rd and 5th graders here, nothing really monumental comes out of those years, unless you’re me), it’s evident that there is some talent in those kids and, if they continue to write, they could end up like some very talented writer whose name rhymes with Goolia. But for real, I really hope I inspired at least one of them (if not all of them, obviously) to continue writing and grow to love language the way it deserves to be loved. The way you love a kitten who never grows up and stays sweet and cuddly forever. Wait what?
When it comes down to it, it doesn’t matter what you do in life, whether it be writing (although that’s the most important and noteworthy of all careers/passions, obviously), teaching, acting, administrative, whatever. The point is to do something that matters to you. Because, after all, it’s your life, so you might as well enjoy it. I know there have been times when I didn’t enjoy the work I was doing, or got sidetracked from an important project, but I’ve always tried to do what matters to me on a somewhat daily basis (even if no one’s paying me to do it just yet). Just find your niche and do what makes you happy. If it never matters to anyone but you, so what? I know it’s nice to be recognized for accomplishments in areas where you feel you excel, or even areas that you may suck in but thoroughly enjoy. But if you aren’t recognized in those areas, does that mean the world stops revolving? No, it doesn’t. So just live your life, enjoy yourself, stand for something that matters to you, do what you love, and above all else…