Drama llama

I’m tired of high school.

More accurately, I’m tired of all the drama.

Like, really. I’m tired of all the he-said, she-said; I’m tired of the bitching; I’m tired of everything. Mostly, I’m tired of the people. I’m tired of being around the people that just don’t care. Yes, you’re required by law to attend school until you’re sixteen, but while you’re there, you might as well make the best of it. Do these people really think that ten years down the road — two, even — it’s going to matter what that blonde in math class said, or that the varsity quarterback slept with an oboe player, or that you were the only one at the homecoming dance without a date?

(Granted, I’m a little pissed off that I don’t have a date to prom. It shouldn’t matter this much to me — and I’m sure it wouldn’t if the rest of my group weren’t made up of couples.)

But, really. The last couple of months, I was swept up in trauma and drama of teenage angst of the “I don’t like you because so-and-so told me that you said such-and-such behind my back” variety. Also a bit of the “she slept with her boyfriend, she’s such a slut” sort of angst.

You know, is it really anyone’s business what someone else may or may not be doing with his or her significant other? If two people have been dating for a while and they decide they’re ready to have sex, that’s their decision; that’s their business. Sleeping with one person shouldn’t brand you as a slut, or a skank, or a whore, or whatever else.

And yet, that seems to be all I’m hearing about — “Oh, M. slept with her boyfriend.” or “Oh, S. and D. were out in their car in the school parking lot before the band concert; wonder what they were doing?” Honestly, should it matter? Fine, it’s juicy gossip, people like to talk, whatever; but that doesn’t mean someone should go around spreading speculation about two people.

“Well, they can defend themselves,” it could be argued. Well, yeah, they could, if people would say things in front of them. But that’s never how it goes, is it? It’s always behind backs; how can you confront someone about a rumor if you aren’t supposed to know who started it? What’s to stop them from denying it — after all, you’d have no proof that said person called you a bitch. You’d have no proof that they were lying through their teeth when they said you were their best friend. You’d have nothing to go on but the word of another “friend” who is more than likely going behind your back, too.

Not that that’s always the case. But that’s what I was caught up in. The drama wasn’t even mine — I just happened to be a mutual friend of both sides of the issue. I was a shoulder to cry on for one friend, and I was excluded from the other side of things by mere association.

And now? That’s all settled, everyone’s friends again — even if things do get a little strained from time to time. But now, more rumors are flying with prom right around the corner. “Oh, she’s going with him?” and “He asked her to go with him?” Honestly, I’ve never been much of a school dance person, but I figured, it’s prom. It’s sort of a rite of passage, isn’t it? And so I’m going.

All I can say is that it is definitely time for spring break. This year has been way too long, and I desperately need a break. I just need to get away from people.