Extraordinary Ordinary Names

Hi. My name is Wendy.
And I’m ordinary.
Like most teenagers you’d
know.
And like most ordinary teenagers named Wendy that you’d know, I live a boring life.

Kill me.
Unfortunately, I do believe that ordinary names do give ordinary expectation of a person. You know, maybe for some people it might be fine. I know it was fine for me for a while. (Thank you, self-image.) But after you wake up and realize that you aren’t designed as a drone to copy the rest of society, it’s very disappointing to realize that most of your life has, in fact, been that way. This is why I sometimes wish that my name weren’t so ordinary. Maybe It would motivate me to become a little more intereting.
Maybe if I had a name like Markeesha.
Or Guenevieve.
Elayna.
Patricksta??
Frederina.
Whendi. (i like it.)
Olivya.
And I'm already side-tracked...
OK, let’s start at the lowest point in life, shall we? The bottom. The pits. The slums, the projects, the ‘ghetto’ areas of your self esteem. In other words: my middle school year and freshman year. God, that was hell. It wasn’t until freshman year was almost over that I started getting a clue. And even when it did happen, I still knew nothing of how to treat myself. But it was a step up, you know?
Eventually it lead me here, to a few days from beginning Senior year.

(to get this clear, i have no cool pics so i borrow from google!)
Now, I look back at myself and almost laugh at how lost I was. How desperate I was to be accepted. How afraid I was to be rejected.
But I don’t laugh.
I cry.
I cry because I’ve wasted so much time trying to be everyone’s best friend and I had such low self esteem that just a smile from someone I considered better than me would make my entire week. Week, my friends, week. It really was sad.
Now, I can't seem to understand why I waited so long. Maybe it was the household oppression that my dad enforced... or the fact that I was hopelessly depressed in middle school. Whatever the reason, I’ve learned much from those mistakes, even if it did take time for me to learn them.
My last school year is almost here. And then I’m off to make up my life from little building blocks of past life experiences.

And I would like to begin in a not-so-boring way.

As Henry Selick said, “I love to bring
the most ordinary things to life in the most extraordinary way.”