Introduction (not really)

80's teen flicks lied to me. You see,  I had assumed that in high school, my life would be like Sixteen Candles; football games, sporadic late night adventures, parties, random indie music playlists, and of course, an unrealistically hot football player paying attention to me. I thought that this was what a good life was supposed to be. Pre-freshman year me had hope that life in high school would be like some angsty teen film with a cliche happy ending.

Needless to say, my life is not like an 80's teen flick.

Okay, yes, there are football games and occasionally you can see me at them, but due to my extensive amount of homework, my presidency of two school clubs, my job, and of course because I just sometimes would rather sleep, I am known for being AWOL when these games occur. My late night adventures usually consist of me going to a fast food restaurant with my best friend, or maybe, if I'm feeling extra daring, I might go to a late night movie by myself.

Now, before I sound exceptionally lame, I will admit I have gone to a couple parties. Even though the majority of these parties end with me standing by a food bowl that is usually filled Chick Fil A chicken nuggets, all while pretending to know what song is playing, I enjoy these parties because 9/10 times I am the only one who remembers what happens afterwards. It is true that indie music, specifically the angsty kind, does accurately describe my daily life. Finally,  I do have a boyfriend who seems to like me and all of my lameness. My life is seemingly mundane at my all girls Catholic private school.

In short, my life is not like a 80's teen flick.

This week, I unfortunately fell ill. This meant I had two days to think about my life. Between blowing my nose and complaining about how I thought I had ebola, I watched my beloved Sixteen Candles. It was then that it occured to me that although my life wasn't a perfect, cliche high school teen flick, my life was my story and I was the main character of it. That thought carried with me when I went to the doctor's, when I attempted (and failed) to go on a run, and when I laid in bed that night.

I am the main character of my story.

Here is what I can tell you about my story so far.

My name is Nia Curry. I am seventeen years old. I am not Molly Ringwald.

I didn't win Prom Queen. I didn't have a fairy godmother make me a vintage dress the night before a school dance. I don't have flawless skin or cute clothes or a grungy hair style. Nope, I'm just Nia Curry; curly haired, poorly dressed, and overly opinionated Nia Curry.  My life isn't a teen chick flick because I didn't need a hot footballer to give me a happy ending and I especially didn't need to get wasted at a party to figure out the meaning of life. So yeah, maybe I didn't get asked to the dance by a total stud or win homecoming Queen or get arrested at a house party. My life may seem mundane, but that's only because I am not at the good part yet and that's okay. My high school experience wasn't made to be a teen chick flick; it was made to show me that I didn't need it to be one in order for me to have some of the best memories. It was made to show me that there are greater things than hot boys on the football team or indie music playlists (although these are much appreciated). It was made to show me that my life isn't a cliche teen movie; it might be an award winning, heart wrenching drama about a girl who just doesn't know where she stands in life.

We'll have to wait and see.

Maybe next blog post I can actually get around to introducing myself, but until then, thanks for reading. I hope you realize that you're the main character in your own story too.

With Love,

Nia