When I first came to college, I hoped that I wouldn’t have too many embarrassing moments before I made friends.
I did, of course, have many embarrassing moments. Fortunately, retelling the incidents helped me make friends. (I blogged about this here: https://livetidbits.wordpress.com/2012/09/01/embarrassing-moments/)
Come second semester, the friends I made are still my friends and embarrassing moments come around more rarely.
Then came English class. It was the second day in class and I was hoping to become friends with the people sitting around me; you know, trying to make that good first impression.
You should know, English is one of my better subjects. I usually do pretty well.
Anyways, the moment came while we were discussing “A Modest Proposal” by Jonathon Swift. There were two questions on the board and my class partner and I were supposed to be discussing them. I finished giving my answer to the first one and was both listening to my partners answer and thinking about my answer to the second question.
His answer was quite eloquent and I told him, “That was really good wording.” Unfortunately, I wasn’t focused on what I was saying and I think it came out more like, “Tatwuzrelaygoodwerding.” He was like, “What?” and for some reason I completely fumbled my words and only managed to get out, “Wording, good.”
Somehow I don’t think my answer was quite as eloquent…
Was it embarrassing? Yes.
Every girl seems to have heard the line, “You don’t need makeup,” whether it was when the girl was buying it or applying it. I’ve even heard songs that use a similar line.
I agree, girls don’t need makeup. But, there are very few things in life that we actually NEED. What about those nice sunglasses? That fancy car? The huge house?
So, yes, girls don’t need makeup.
But there are plenty of reasons to have it…check out this list.
1. Makeup often makes people look prettier. (Note that it has to be done right for said effect…)
2. Makeup is a purchasable item, buying it helps the economy go ’round. (Just think of how much blank empty space there would be when you take the makeup sections out of stores like Target and Walmart….or when you put Ulta out of business.)
3. Have you seen some someone break out with zits and whatnot? Covering it with a little makeup never hurt anyone.
4. Putting on makeup is like painting. You know, the whole “My face is a canvass” idea.
5. Makeup is relaxing. I love my makeup time in the morning because it gives me a chance to wake up and think about my day while keeping myself busy (or instead of staring at the wall). In addition, shopping for the makeup is a great stress reliever, I know from experience. I highly recommend it.
Well that’s it for my rant on makeup!
As I grow older (and taller), I learn. I learn new things from books, teachers, my friends. I learn new things about being book smart and street smart.
I also learn about growing up, about being older. I’ve learned that while I’ve wanted to grow up for a long time, it isn’t a very normal process. It isn’t like school where you know how you are doing and what grades you are getting. It isn’t like reading a book and knowing just how many pages you have left. It’s about much more than that, much more than I would’ve guessed.
It’s about everything; people, issues, places, ideas, the unseen. It is about questioning your beliefs, everything you’ve ever known.
It’s about looking at your past, what has shaped you and decide what you think about it all. It is about seeing other people and their circumstances and finding something similar to your own because there is always something. It is about realizing that choices aren’t just random, the past plays into them. Current circumstances play into them.
Growing up is so much more than I was expecting. It is hard. It takes time and thought, good and bad choices. Maybe a few choices that are in that grey area.
And yet, as I write this, trying to put the idea of growing up and getting older into palpable form, I know I am missing things. I know there is always more to learn, always some more growing to do (although I’d rather it be in mentality and not height at this point).
I suppose that is the biggest lesson of all: I may have started the process, but there isn’t necessarily an end.