Ok. I am one of these people who absolutly loved high school. I wasn’t popular, but I knew everyone, which, in essence, made me popular…or well-know and well-liked. So when I left high school, I left a lot of good memories, but I was also done with it by the time I graduated college, saying I am glad those days are done…
Fast forward to this weekend, where I entered the high school again, this time via “Dog Park High”. Being the “new girl” in town didn’t help in this instance. It was the perfect high school set-up: the “popular” crowd hung out at the corner, pretending to own the joint…there were a couple, less-known dogs entertaining themselves over by the tree, and then there were the loners who just kinda sat there staring at everyone. And I was the new girl, just trying to fit in.
As I looked around the dog park, I was struck with the very memories of high school trauma and tribulation…except in this instance, I wanted nothing to do with the popular dogs, and made my way over to the “lesser known but still acknowledged if their dogs happened to play with each other” group. And it was nice. But then…the dog jock of the group came bolting towards me…a puppy, no less, but with no leash, and wouldn’t leave my dog alone…in fact, as we were trying to escape the harassment, the dog just kept jumping around…until finally Ollie had enough of it, which made him growl and snap at the puppy…this, of course, got the jock owner’s attention, who came up to me (now with Ollie in my hands) and said to Ollie, “Eh, you’re dog will be fine…he must’ve known you were a USC fan (speaking because of the collar Ollie has)…and then preceded to walk away, laughing the whole way back to his pack of wolves known as the popular group….but I digress…
Of course I wanted to give him a piece of my mind, and tell him that he shouldn’t let an untrained puppy unleashed, and that he could’ve come over sooner so I wouldn’t have to be the one to pick up my now-traumatized dog when his dog was the one bothering us…but I didn’t….because I am too nice for my own damn good.
So the lessons I have learned this week are:
1) I am too damn nice for my own good, and I need to start being a bitch.
2) High School will never end, so just accept it now.
3) Choose your battles, but make sure to fight.
