This situation had me DYING (of laughter and irony), so my only hope is that I explain it well enough for you to feel the satisfaction of someone being caught talking about you.
I’ll start from the beginning, maybe it’ll flow better.
WARNING: Anti-Climatic, but still funny and you CAN learn a lesson
So, it’s the end of 4th period (pre-calculus…not important, but it’s the little things) and my friend, Deborah, and I were walking to our 5th period class (Acting III). Somewhere in the hall, another one of my friends, Brianna yells at ANOTHER one of my friends, Jamira, that they have to hustle to get to dance class. Apparently, they had a dance test they had to do, and their dance teacher is tough.
Me and Deborah both heard that, and she said how it must have been really easy to pass dance class (don’t get offended). I then mentioned how I knew some people who got C’s in it because dance isn’t for everyone. We snickered, cackled and the conversation died down physically, but in my head, I some how started thinking of cheerleaders.
I noticed that the incoming freshmen cheerleaders, and the sophomores, were all thin ones…like…no big boned girls anywhere in sight. The bigger girls who were once freshmen were now juniors and seniors, and I thought that cheer leading coaches were trying to phase it out as nicely as they could.
Me being…me, I voiced out my opinion in the exact words: “I think the coaches are trying to phase out the bigger girls and are trying to stick with the smaller girls for the teams this year..”
After that…all hell broke loose from her mouth. And at first it was funny, but then her downfall came, then it became REALLY funny.
She went OFF on the bigger girls. It sounded something like this..
“Ugh, those bigger cheerleaders make me so mad. All they do is just stand around yelling cheers…like do something! It’s so annoying, they can’t even tumble right. They can’t even do flips! All they can do is just hold people up…” And so on.
Yes, I admit, it was really funny how she was saying it. But, I started to think about all the bigger girls on the team, and most of them could tumble better than the thinner girls, and they could dance exceptionally well. I realized there were only a few of those girls who did nothing and made the team look worse, but she generalized them, or at least didn’t mention that there were actually good bigger girls.
Speaking of the bigger girls, I looked up from my books (we keep our heads down in the hallway to prevent awkward waving and promote efficiency) I saw TWO bigger cheerleaders walking right in front of us!
They turned around and made eye contact with me, and I shifted my attention to Deborah, who didn’t realize they were in front of us because she had way too much momentum going on. They started listening to what she had to say, and she just kept going!”Man, they suck! I bet they can’t even do a cartwheel.” I almost choked on my spit after that one.
Yeah, I realized this was a red zone when they narrowed their eyes and continue to listen. At this point, I’m practically slapping this girl’s shoulder because she was too far gone in what she was saying to pay attention to the fact that there were two girls she was talking about in front of us.
Note that these weren’t just any girls. They were the type that weren’t afraid of confrontation, and weren’t afraid to get in your face and possibly slap you (yeah, they were black AND seniors..but not stereotyping, that’s just who they were).
After those torturous 2 minutes, we finally got to our class. That’s where I broke the news to her.”You know Deborah, there were two cheerleaders in front of you. Paige and Imani…”
-Insert jaw drop- “What? Why didn’t you do anything?!”
“I tried, I’m surprised I didn’t bruise you from hitting you so much. You had too much momentum there dude..”
“Thank God I didn’t say they can’t get two feet off the ground when they jump…Man! This sucks! There’s no way I can say that it was just an accident. I didn’t mean everyone, just like 1 or 2 that I generalized. Ugh! I was straight up hating on them!”
It was pretty funny because she had NO idea what she had said in the time that she was talking. And it was funny because…well, she had no room to talk about other people’s sizes. It’s not that she’s obese, but she definitely isn’t skinny enough to be criticizing other people.
It was also funny because of the irony. She’s always warning me not to name drop in the hallway because a friend of someone could just hone in and listen, and here she was naming people up and down like a deck of cards.
So, she spent the whole day scared that they were going to jump her or something (I swear, she’s the whitest black girl I know…Oreo) and I spent the rest of the day reminiscing on the hilarity of how she had one thing to say, even though we both couldn’t do a flip for our lives (her doing field hockey and me XC, we weren’t flexible or tumble-proof).
The point of this is: This is why we don’t talk about people. Well, at least not in public places like a HALLWAY or CLASSROOM.
Learn from this people. Don’t let this be you…well, you could be me and laugh off about what they did, but not the other person. Don’t be a hater either.
Man, now that I look at this, I hope I have some more stories to tell you about my school year for peeps to read, laugh, and learn from…
Oh yea, I turned 16 on September 27! Just saying, so if you see an age change in my blog…just know that I have past the realm of 15icous (fifteen-i-cuss…it’s not a real word..).
Until Next Time