The Norm

I’m crazy. Black sheep. Looney. In the dictionary, crazy
means mentally deranged. Demented. Senseless. Impractical. Totally unsound.
That’s the way I’m described. Crazy. Well, that’s what she calls me. You know,
that woman in your life that is suppose to tell you your beautiful, proud to be
your mom, that sort of thing. She always told me “I’m proud of you Karen. Keep
it up.” She said this because out of all the small children of the household, I
was intelligent. I was in the Honor Roll. I’m the young girl that she would
brag about, “Well no one got in the honor roll, except Karen. Karen is this,
that”, but what everyone didn’t know is that she called me “illusion, weird”.
Also, what she didn’t know is that it hurt me. Hurt me to an extent that in my
mind I thought I was different. Different from everyone else. Because of this,
I would shed occasional tears, which I hid from people in the house. But, if
word went out that I felt pain and my mother found out, she would stroll in
yell. Yell why I was angry or felt this way. She didn’t understand. No one did
because out of all the animals in the house, I was crazy. This word is not the
only hurtful word that has come out of my mother’s mouth, “You know, you really
need to see a psychiatrist; you’re a strange creature.” In the sixth grade, people thought of me as weird because I guess I was different. Not different in a
perverted, twisted way, but my particular views on things were different from
other students. It still is today. Ha, looking back, I discussed to my friend
my views on abortion and such. She turned to my other girly companions and made
weird expressions. Sometimes, I think to myself, wow I should just be like
everyone else in this school, fake.
People would go along with what “fun, friendly, smart” teachers said. If you
said you were going to buy a condom, automatically, SLUT appeared on your
forehead. And it would be almost impossible to cover that word with paint.
Almost two weeks ago, a young lady in my class discussed the topic of teenage
pregnancy. Yes, she did speak on abstinence, but also spoke on purchases of
condoms and birth control pills. Let’s just say, the class was not fond of this
opinion. Whispers went throughout the classrooms of the speech heard, “Well, I
wish you would emphasize more on abstinence”, the professor mentioned. In case
you were wondering, I went to a Christian school. Angel school. School where
teachers thought students should walk the halls, reading the Bible, discussing
it with one another, praying in small groups. However, these actions do not
take place. Why? Why do they not take place? Is it because they’re afraid?
Afraid of what? Maybe, being judged. Judged to take a stand. That’s what I
should do, take a stand. Take a stand for not being different. Isn’t everyone different?
Black, white, Asian, Chinese, Korean? Are these “races” all not human?
With this, I write no more….

 

by Kookykaren21