“What do you regret most about High School?”
An online survey I stumbled upon in seventh grade. The top answer was not studying enough. It made sense. I’ve always seen old geezers (including my dad) complain how High School was the easiest and how they should have tried harder. The second most said answer was not pursuing their feelings enough. I never really understood why people regretted not dating enough until recently.
March. Seven months into the school year, only three more to go. With the realization that graduation was right before me, the survey I had once stumbled upon years ago was brought to mind. Studying? No, not really. I didn’t regret not studying enough. In fact that was pretty much all I did. However, dating? I really did regret not having a real high school relationship.
It’s not the sexual aspects of a relationship I regret not experiencing enough, because let’s admit it, there’s college for that. It’s the dates in the library, and walking to lockers while fingers interlocked, and studying together for stupid ass quizzes that I wish I had experienced.
Smiling every time our eyes coincidentally meet walking to different classes. Sharing an umbrella on a rainy day. Splitting a cookie bought for 50 cents from the lunch lady. Listening to her gossip about a certain “bitch” she can’t stand. Agreeing that her parents are being irrational although I honestly think she’s just being a spoiled brat. Talking about unrealistic futures. Worrying about what will happen once we go to college. Reminding her that what matters is right now. Falling asleep on webcam together.
Three months. It could be really long if I made every second count. Man I regret not getting into a relationship.