Blue Rhapsody Hydrangeas
by Nancy Medina
Oil on Gallery Wrap Canvas
Am I the only one who cringes at this time of year, when all the high school homecomings are in full swing, the football games light up the skyline in the evenings, and the mums are displayed the moment you walk into the grocery store? I wasn't one of the popular girls in high school. In fact, I never dated a single guy I went to high school with. Let me rephrase that, I was never asked out by any guy I went to high school with. It seemed like such a painful time back then.
I remember one of the popular football players asking me quite loudly, in front of most of his friends one day in front of the gymnasium, if I put my blue eye shadow on with a shovel. I was terribly skinny, had no idea how to style my hair, and never spoke aloud or made eye contact with anyone other than my best friend. I used to pray every day no one would notice me, or see me, or think of me, and I believed if I sat very still and kept my head down, I could be invisible in class.
Now I am thankful I didn't get caught up in all the small town drama. I'm so relieved I didn't marry anyone from the town I grew up in (population 5000, my high school graduating senior class had just 19 students!) If there was one wish I could grant, it would be to give those kids today currently living through this same awkward, lonely, ostracized time the foresight to understand that being shunned by the popular kids could actually be a blessing in disguise. Being a late bloomer could mean you will be one of the happiest. Leaving town to follow your dreams is one way to start. It sure can give you perspective on what you left behind....