As a little girl, I can reminisce on times when I would be swung back and forth -with my mothers help of course, from the large oak tree in my back yard. Don't paint yourself the prettiest of pictures. I had a dog who dug up the yard and for reasons beyond my comprehension, and no matter what magic spells of lawn and grass growth my grandfather tried, exactly half of our yard refused to grow thick green grass. In it's place was dirt, weeds, and straw looking bits of what most would never even consider "grass". With that said. My mother would still smile at me and laugh as she pushed. "Don't stop! Higher! Faster!" I would call out, and her response -in a sing song voice was always "Whats the magic word?"
Please. Please. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. A common word used in my daily vocabulary courtesy of the foundations set by my mother, as well as other family members within my small childhood bubble. Etiquette. Societal norms. Common courtesy. All of these ideals never seemed to be taught. These were ideals that settled into my daily life without fuss through watching and experiencing. My mother pulled me out of Lunenburg public school and enrolled me into private catholic schools from the age of thirteen all the way up until college. I am extremely appreciative of this as I look back at the fantastic instructors I was blessed with. During high school I looked up to my teachers in awe. The way they carried themselves, their intellect and creativity. I had made decisions by this point that although teaching was probably not going to be part of my life path, I certainly wanted to be as captivating and polished.
High school students will always have their disrespectful moments. High school is, in other words, an experimental hazard zone. It is filled with toxic language and septic activities. I am content in saying I did not take part in very many high school hazards. I didn't have many close friends... or maybe that is just my excuse for not many people liking me. I was... odd. Now a days I am odd and proud, but back then, I lacked confidence. That is however another story for another time. Back to my current thought... Although high school is a place for rebellion, I never understood my complete appreciation for my small catholic school until I reached college.
College was much worse than any high school experiment. College was giant, crude catastrophe. The first few months in college I thought to myself: This must be what animals caught in an oil spill felt like. Incapable of any escape, with a never ending stench of corruption. I can remember, and practically still feel the ache in my face when I naturally assumed the person in front of me would hold the door into the next corridor and then it surprisingly smacked me in the face. As the months continued my classrooms were home to swearing, inconsideration and crude humor. I was so put down by all of this behavior. Students fighting with teachers, students fighting with other students. It all seemed so moronic and frivolous. I constantly wondered as I watched girls sneer at one another and boys snort like pigs What the hell is this place? Why do kids speak like this? CAN YOU HEAR YOURSELF?!!
Now to be blunt: Where has common courtesy and respect gone? Girls, is it too difficult to comprehend that when you insist on using vulgar language and cut down one another boys will be desensitized to you? Yet you seem to think acting and speaking like you have never heard a polite word in your entire existence will still land you you're Prince Charming. Reality check: the swearing, sneering and vulgar language or behavior in general is so down right unattractive and idiotic. Boy's are not home free either. I don't see a difference in who you are, what you look like, your sex... I don't care what the scenario is, I want to point this out; Regardless of how sensitive a subject or uncomfortable, there is a delicate and more educated way to form and voice your opinion than what most people do, and if you truly cant think of anything but negative thoughts: Keep your mouth shut. Save up the oxygen produced in the world for a more important use than your bitter words. As a matter of fact, don't speak negatively, or write it anywhere as well. Especially social networking sites. You are embarrassing yourself, and I'm going to assume that whatever your negative thought is, no one else wants it to fill up any space in their mind.
"If more girls would sit down and act like ladies, more men would stand up and act like gentlemen."
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