Confessions

Inspiration.

It’s powerful. It’s unique. It’s captivating.

My friends, I have been inspired…

Inspired by the youth of this nation and their t-shirts.

Yes, their t-shirts. I don’t know why I’ve begun to notice the quirky quotes placed upon the literal fabric of our country but it’s captivating.

Here are a few inspirational quotes that I’ve seen on t-shirts today and a comment or two from myself.

“They hate us ‘cuz they ain’t us.” -Anonymous

Isn’t this just a bit presumptuous? What if they have an actual reason? What if you did something so horrid and you owe them an apology? Or maybe you really are that awesome. I’m not sure, yet, but I’d like to find out because apparently, I want to be you.

“Family don’t end with blood.”

No crap, sherlock. Family ends with “y” not “blood.” Otherwise, it would be familblood and that sounds weird. Also, *doesn’t*

“Hunt with your kids so you don’t hunt your kids.”

WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?! Who would hunt their own children?! This isn’t inspiring, this is terrifying.

As I traverse this great land for my job, I will be on the hunt for incredibly inspiring t-shirt quotes and will be sure to share them with you all. While you wait for more of these brilliant quips, I’ve been reminded of a very specific thing and it is this:

I NEVER WANT TO GO BACK TO HIGH SCHOOL

If you missed my explanation yesterday, I’m a recruiter for my college and my job is to, well, recruit high school students to come to my college. Having spent the last few days entering high schools across North Carolina, I’ve realized that I truly do not miss my high school days.

Some do, though, and that’s cool. If high school was your schtick, good for you. I spent more of my days living in fear than anything. Now, don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed some of my time in high school. Unfortunately, I moved too much to get too incredibly settled in. That’s ok, though. Regardless of my experience, I would never want to go back…Here’s why.

1.) The Hallways.

*shudder* As I have watched students meander their way past my table to other colleges tables, I realized that I hated having to journey to my next few classes. In between dodging larger people, squirming my way past couples who are making out, or simply muttering underneath my breath because of slow people, I gained an incredible hatred for dealing with traffic jams of people. Probably why I have road rage, too.

2.) The Cafeterias

*shuudderrr* Just mentioning that word gives me social anxiety. Every year it’s all the same: Find out which friends had your lunch period, discover whether you had friends or not, and then decide what table you were going to sit at. Your high school reputation depended on making this venture succesful. Sit at the wrong table and you’re doomed. Confidence was never more valued and now I’ve never valued isolation more. Thank God I never have to deal with that again.

3.) The Bathrooms

*Screw shuddering, insert literal screams* Let’s just say that I had no problem holding my business for eight hours a day if I had to. ‘Nuff said.

What was your most hated memories of high school? Did you have any favorites? I hope you all are having an inspirational day. 😉