Simple Complexity 3
2 Years Ago
Being the only person in the class with a sense of responsibility and a right to learn irked every sense.
I stood at the front of my math class, expected to write out and explain a chosen math equation.
Really, I didn’t mind. I didn’t see why everyone dreaded to get up and walk to the front.
It wasn’t like the teacher was going to rip your head off the moment you got close enough to speak to.
“Jinah can you please do number 38 on the board please?” I suppressed a yawn as I easily finished working the problem in a matter of seconds.
I heard snickering and things like ‘Teachers pet’ or ‘Nerd’ but I chose to ignore them and of course I should never let them get to me because that’s what my Appa and Omma (Lily: DATS RIGHT) told me to do.
If only people saw me more than just the smart kid in their class. I had more talent, I had a lot of talent and I was willing to change my image to something of…of what?
For the last time I didn’t want the words “Nerd” or “Smartass” to come out of anyones mouth. I was really getting tired of it. Nothing mattered at this point, what my obligations were or my morals, whatever my parents thought or said, no, it didn’t matter.
“Did you hear about that girl group SNSD? Don’t you just wish you were them? Like, they are so pretty and they dance so well…” I listened to my cousin spazz about a group of 9 girls dancing around in mini skirts…not that special. They’re okay, but not all that great.
“Jinah are you listening?”
“Yeah…” I said giving her a small smile. She tilted her head to the side and suddenly jumped up from her chair.
“HEY! YOU KNOW WHAT! Maybe you should audition too!!!”
“Pshhh…in a million years, I’m not that good.”
“You never know until you try.”
‘You never know until you try…’ Those words stuck to the walls of my brain and hammered themselves in forever.
I found myself sitting alone in the middle of an empty building lobby. After tapping my feet against clean carpet and looking over my shoulder for the millionth time I decided to go find out.
‘Really, where are the people who want to audition?’ I strolled down the halls and passed which might have been the 36th white door before I got to a reception desk.
“Excuse me but where are the auditions being held at?”
I can realize my dream now.
I don’t want to be normal.
I want to be famous.
Being the only person in the class with a sense of responsibility and a right to learn irked every sense.
I stood at the front of my math class, expected to write out and explain a chosen math equation.
Really, I didn’t mind. I didn’t see why everyone dreaded to get up and walk to the front.
It wasn’t like the teacher was going to rip your head off the moment you got close enough to speak to.
“Jinah can you please do number 38 on the board please?” I suppressed a yawn as I easily finished working the problem in a matter of seconds.
I heard snickering and things like ‘Teachers pet’ or ‘Nerd’ but I chose to ignore them and of course I should never let them get to me because that’s what my Appa and Omma (Lily: DATS RIGHT) told me to do.
If only people saw me more than just the smart kid in their class. I had more talent, I had a lot of talent and I was willing to change my image to something of…of what?
For the last time I didn’t want the words “Nerd” or “Smartass” to come out of anyones mouth. I was really getting tired of it. Nothing mattered at this point, what my obligations were or my morals, whatever my parents thought or said, no, it didn’t matter.
“Did you hear about that girl group SNSD? Don’t you just wish you were them? Like, they are so pretty and they dance so well…” I listened to my cousin spazz about a group of 9 girls dancing around in mini skirts…not that special. They’re okay, but not all that great.
“Jinah are you listening?”
“Yeah…” I said giving her a small smile. She tilted her head to the side and suddenly jumped up from her chair.
“HEY! YOU KNOW WHAT! Maybe you should audition too!!!”
“Pshhh…in a million years, I’m not that good.”
“You never know until you try.”
‘You never know until you try…’ Those words stuck to the walls of my brain and hammered themselves in forever.
I found myself sitting alone in the middle of an empty building lobby. After tapping my feet against clean carpet and looking over my shoulder for the millionth time I decided to go find out.
‘Really, where are the people who want to audition?’ I strolled down the halls and passed which might have been the 36th white door before I got to a reception desk.
“Excuse me but where are the auditions being held at?”
I can realize my dream now.
I don’t want to be normal.
I want to be famous.