This I Believe

Matthew - Seal Beach, California
Entered on March 11, 2009
Age Group: Under 18
Themes: sports
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I believe that nobody is truly happy if they are trying to fit in.

As I sat in the old auditorium, in a green velvet seat that sprung with dust when you hit it, next to my friends with my principal lecturing us on how we could only hang out in groups of five, I grieved with boredom. We used to stand in circles and just talk during our recess instead of engaging in popular elementary games such and kickball or swinging on swings. These people that I thought were my friends only led me into trouble and lectures on the amount of people that can be in a group. During these days I was always conscience on the stupidest things: how I looked, what music I listened to, or how I looked in front of my friends. The reason I left these friends was later contemplated in my life.

My best friend and I decided no more monkey business and established the new thing to do at our recess. The sound of your sneakers on the weird gym floor that looks like wood, but feels smooth, and the feeling of dodging a ball with a sweet matrix move even if it was a few feet away became the greatest time of fifth grade. We joined with my favorite P.E. teacher to start dodgeball and other assorted past times to occur in the gym during our recess. My P.E. teacher is one of my favorite people of all time; she once told my friend and I to get her bottle of dehydrated water from the gym and as fifth graders, we were unaware of her clever tricks. We slowly got more kids to join in on the amazing dodgeball revolution. Starting dodgeball at my elementary school is probably the nicest thing anyone has done since the Underground Railroad.

While tilting my head toward the ceiling with a dazed look on my face, I contemplated why I had left the people I had earlier considered my friends and realized that I was trying to fit in with people instead of just hanging out with them. Today I still have to try to fit in with my friends by resisting the urge of wearing overalls from kindergarten. Now that I have finally seen some of my old friends that I had left for the dodgeball quest, I ponder on how I would have turned out if I were to have stayed with them for I could have turned into the opposite of who I am today.