Senior Silliness

6th period with Ms. Levesque in my Honors English class has got to be one of my most favorite classes I've ever taken throughout the course of my 12+ year education in the American school system. (the + of course is in regards to my 2 years of pre-school...I started when I was 3...and loved it, so Mom sent me twice! Yes, block counting, snack time, coloring...the life of preschool.*sigh*)

Today we had a group reading time...we're discussing the importance of what is to be found in a relationship.(i.e: marriage, big commitments, that sort of thing.) So like all supposedly great things in English...there's a book or two or three or twelve involved in definiing, focusing and melding together the perfect explanation...and for of course offering the wonderfully uplifting debates that stem from a group of 20 highschool seniors all searching for their moral values, beliefs and walk in life. It's nothing short of amazing.

The book we 1/2 read (we shall finish monday) together as a class is called "What My Mother Doesn't Know" by Tonya Sonnes. (we each took turns reading a portion of the book...great fun great fun, I adore reading aloud.) I will say that the book doesn't exactly carry the most appropriate content of a good book -BUT- it is appropriate in the sense that it holds complete truth. It captures the struggle we all have once puberty strikes. We can all probably remember that day when we no longer wants the boys to play ball with us on the playground...you know, that day we traded in our tom-boy pants and attempted curling our hair and borrowing some of mom's makeup? For boys, you all remember that day the girls you once hated being around suddenly by some unexplainable phenomenon had fled from their "girl cooties" and were pretty okay to be around. In fact we all remember the day when none of this made sense to us and every inch of our insides was crying out to be noticed by none other then the very foreign opposite sex.

Raise your hand if you don't get a special fuzzy feeling in your tummy when that special someone walks by. Raise your hand if you've never longed with your whole self to be kissed by the person who's captured a piece of your heart. Now, if you're raising your hand...you've probably NOT experienced the wonders of glamourous puberty. When I say glamourous I am being extremely sarcastic. Zits, tiresome hours of finding your "look" and trying to be cool are way to exhausting. Siblings become irritating hurdles between a night out with friends at the movies and being forever embarrassed by playing that kiddie game your parents claimed to once be your favorite.

Basically this book had us all in stitches because though most of us still have lingering patches of puberty consuming the delicate pieces of our lives, we're becoming adults and to glance back to our state of minds just a few short years ago and realize how silly we once were is hilarious and completely eye opening. Laughing in the midst of friends and acquaintances is priceless. In this class all social cliques are left in the hallway, all agruments set aside and all opinions unleashed, laughter encouraged and intellectual conversations held. We've laughed together...and yes we've even cried together. Today was another example of common people finding common ground and enjoying each other's presence. English rocks...