Aiming Low has always welcomed guest writers to contribute posts. Today, we have the pleasure of featuring a Teen Guest Writer! Thank you for contributing to Miss Unlimited as our first Teen Guest poster, Gracie!
JW Moxie ~ Special Operations Editor
I think it started when I put the glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling. My room was my room, dammit, and I was going to make it look that way.
Birthday cards and photos I had taken, drawings from friends and little knick-knacks I hung where old picture frames used to hang. It was a disaster, really, and it still is, there’s no order and it’s not very pretty but it makes me so happy, makes me think of all the people that really do care about me. Then it starts to occur to me – hey, maybe I should be nice to myself too.
Then I went to boarding school. I don’t decorate my walls with posters, but rather with impermanence. I’m a visitor in my own home, and I’m certainly a visitor at school. But I haven’t yet been dissuaded from taping everything I can to my precious square feet of wall space. I have photos from when I was little, postcards, index cards with quotes (“Do you want this once more and innumerable times more?”), a gigantic Nirvana poster that is my pride and joy, the index cards and piece of lined paper that currently comprise my blueprint for my novel (thirty-thousand words and counting!).
Is it futile? Certainly. And when I tear it all down again come summer, maybe I’ll feel a bit silly. But I think I’m going to be sad, in the best way – sad that I’m going back to walls that are just as brightly decorated (and not this blah shade of a color so boring I don’t think it has a name, no, the walls of my own room are purple as can be), but maybe a bit outdated. So I think I need to tear it all down, tear down eighth grade a year late, welcome in the new. I’m happy about this, and a bit overwhelmed.
Of all the things that comprise my collage of joy, my favorite is a photo directly above my pillow. I’m maybe nine, wearing a pink dress. My calves look like twigs and my hair is a length it hasn’t been since third grade – all the way down past my shoulder blades, imagine that! I’m in my grandparent’s old house. It’s one of the best houses I’ve ever been in. I love it. There’s a lilac tree in the backyard that I used to climb. In the photo, I’m standing in the kitchen, looking back and grinning, and you can see about half of my dad, standing behind the fridge, and my uncle is sitting at the table and determinedly trying not to smile. It makes me feel whole.
Gracie is a fifteen-year-old with a lot of ambition who loves cats and her friends and Joy Division. Writing is her sport, and she’s on varsity.