Ramblings of a Teenager

It’s been a month since I have poured my thoughts out here.
It’s 22 30h on a Sunday night, awaiting a promised hectic week crammed with quizzes, presentations and other graded assignments. So is the life of a teenage student.
Being a teenager is so confusing. I feel more strongly about things – I cry easily at movies, I smile easier at books, I get angry about the smallest things. The latter is why I have this blog, this little secret corner of mine where no one I know but me knows.

My classmates complain that my biology teacher is not “good”. Why? Because during practicals, she does not give us the answers like my chemistry or physics teacher. Because she does not highlight exactly we are going to be tested on for our graded practical assignment. The more they complain (which they do almost every week without fail), I get more irritated at them. If school was full of lessons where providing answers and solutions were expected, there need not be school at all. One could just be provided with stacks and stacks of answers sheets, and just study them and be called “educated”. My idea of school is a safe places with competent people to teach, guide and nurture youngsters, to allow youngsters to grow into young mature adults. My idea of learning is to find answers of your own, or to cope with the unknown. Yes, provided answers would help us a lot, I do not deny that. But if you are not provided with them, why complain? Why not just search for those answers on your own? Why not cope with whatever information you have, no matter how little, and strive for the best? That would probably help us in the future, when we grow up. Because when we grow up, we cannot expect the answers to be laid out in front of us, just waiting for us. We have to search and obtain it. The answers, solutions, whatever that may be shall be the Golden Fleece, and we the Jasons. So to my friends who think my biology teacher is not “good”, think again.

Ramblings of a Teenager

The Breakfast Club

In a span of two days, I’ve accomplished about 4 movies. The Breakfast Club, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, The Best Exotic Marigolds Hotel, and Snow White and the Huntsman. The Breakfast Club is probably one of my favourites.

The Breakfast Club

The Breakfast Club is a 1985 American coming of age comedy-drama film written and directed by John Hughes. The storyline follows five teenagers (each a member of a different high school clique) as they spend a Saturday in detention together and come to realize that they are all deeper than their respective stereotypes.

I was first compelled to watch this movie because I was fascinated with the old movies. I like to call them “oldies”. I loved Grease, and Breakfast at Tiffany’s, and this movie is now added on to the short yet classic list. The movie is really cute. And very realistic. It’s hilarious, and confusing at the same time, and makes me laugh even though I should be exhausted at 11 in the night.

Bender is the jerk, the trouble-maker, but yet I can see what Claire sees in him. Behind that bad-boy appearance is a boy who is consistently hurt and put down by his father and just want to be liked. His snark protects him from any more hurt, and as a boy of course he’s meant to make trouble. He’s also loyal, from how he distracted the Principal Vernon just to save his new friends from being caught.

Claire is most likely the Queen Bee of the school. She’s pretty, and she is into makeup and shopping. She’s innocent, and she’s a little conceited and self-conscious. She’s unable to admit that she’s a virgin, but she has a kind soul and is probably the first to see the good in Bender.

Andrew is the jock. He’s on the wrestling team, and so were the rest of the men in his family. His father puts high hopes on him, and consistently gives Andrew grief from not doing bad-ass things and getting into trouble and risking himself from losing the wrestling competition. Andrew feels overly pressurised and feels hatred and anger to his father, just like Bender.

Brian is the geek. He’s handsome, and really cute. He’s into Mathematics, and Physics and like Andrew, his family has high expectations of his grades. Brian is also unable to admit he was a virgin, and was suicidal because he flunked an assignment and was afraid of his parents’ reaction.

Allison is the confusing one. She’s a compulsive liar, and her family ignores her, making her feel despair and feel like leaving home. She carry around things as though she is running away from home. She has no friends either than the Breakfast Club, and her random yet few outbursts makes me feel confused. She doesn’t dress well, and keeps to herself.

But soon, the Breakfast Club bonds together. Claire helps Allison doll up, and everyone admits about their problems, such as peer pressure. However, despite these developing friendships the students are afraid that once the detention is over, they will return to their very different cliques and never speak to each other again. After the detention, in which Brian write an essay for all of them, Allison and Brian kissed, and Claire gives Bender her earring, which he wear on his ear.

I think what touches me is not only the developing, rare friendship between them, but also the essay Brian wrote.

Dear Mr Vernon,

We accept the fact that we have to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention, for whatever it was we did wrong, but we think you are crazy for making us write an essay to you about who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us. In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out, is that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, and a basket-case, a princess and a criminal. Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours,

The Breakfast Club

It was so true and realistic. People see each other as they want to see. We are consistenly being defined by labels. And we feel the pressure to abide by this labels.

I suddenly feel the courage to break out. I don’t know what I am labelled as, be it grumpy or irritating or goody-two-shoes. Who cares? As long as I’m who I want to be, as long as I’m friends with who I want to be friends with, as long as I dream whatever dreams I want to dream of, WHO CARES?

I don’t.

The Breakfast Club