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rhodrymavelyneAt a time when I seek to get away from my own despair, I latched onto this show.
Complex characters developed over the course of four seasons. These teenagers grew up in a time more technologically and socially advanced than mine, yet they showcased an all-too familiar pecking order. Many of the insecurities they suffered from, I remember only too well.
Hannah was such a strong voice, speaking for attractive, smart women who don’t fit smoothly in the category of either social elites or outcasts. I felt she was falling into a crack, which I often felt yawning under me, when I dared to show how much I didn’t fit it.
Clay and his family did something my parents and I did; allowing friends of mine whom were having a hard time to stay with us. Only Clay took it a step further; Justin became part of his family. He became his brother.
I marvel at seeing how they were romantic rivals and enemies in the beginning over Hannah, yet her memory brought them together, forming a bond which was among the strongest they had. It was beautiful and bittersweet, seeing how this evolved and changed.
One thing I envied was being able to go to formal dances without a date of the opposite gender, a change I’ve found wondrous. Having two prom kings was a dream come true, something I’m delighted to see future generations celebrate.
I do remember at regular dances forming a circle, those of us without a date. We’d sway together during the slow numbers; feeling the power of honoring a more communal and less intimate love than that of a twosome.
I recalled this when Clay’s friends surrounded him during a song which reminded him of Hannah. Seeing them all link arms and slow dance together echoed that power, yet it had a unique sweetness all its own.
The court trial brought back a recent memory of anxiously awaiting results of how fate and the law would effect the future. The result was like an echo in fiction of what happened in reality.
When all of the survivors of abuse showed the courage to stand up and declare it, I cried. I remembered all the people I’ve know who survived sexual abuse. I found myself crying and crying, yet I felt my spirits lifting, as if I was relieved of a weight I hadn’t realized I’d been carrying.
There was so much pain in high school, yet there were moments I wouldn’t have taken back for anything. I could see one of those moments in the prom. Seeing the two kings, seeing the various kids dancing reminded me of times when I danced, gathered with a club for a picture, or shared a moment with my friends.
High school is a difficult rite of passage, but what would we have without it? What would we lose, if we didn’t have it? If kids didn’t go through it?
No one should terrorized or bullied, but everyone should have a chance to learn, grow, and develop their thoughts; discovering themselves as they do.
May future generations never lose the power to flourish as individuals. May you find wonder and encouragement as you learn, regardless of what obstacles stand in your way.
Complex characters developed over the course of four seasons. These teenagers grew up in a time more technologically and socially advanced than mine, yet they showcased an all-too familiar pecking order. Many of the insecurities they suffered from, I remember only too well.
Hannah was such a strong voice, speaking for attractive, smart women who don’t fit smoothly in the category of either social elites or outcasts. I felt she was falling into a crack, which I often felt yawning under me, when I dared to show how much I didn’t fit it.
Clay and his family did something my parents and I did; allowing friends of mine whom were having a hard time to stay with us. Only Clay took it a step further; Justin became part of his family. He became his brother.
I marvel at seeing how they were romantic rivals and enemies in the beginning over Hannah, yet her memory brought them together, forming a bond which was among the strongest they had. It was beautiful and bittersweet, seeing how this evolved and changed.
One thing I envied was being able to go to formal dances without a date of the opposite gender, a change I’ve found wondrous. Having two prom kings was a dream come true, something I’m delighted to see future generations celebrate.
I do remember at regular dances forming a circle, those of us without a date. We’d sway together during the slow numbers; feeling the power of honoring a more communal and less intimate love than that of a twosome.
I recalled this when Clay’s friends surrounded him during a song which reminded him of Hannah. Seeing them all link arms and slow dance together echoed that power, yet it had a unique sweetness all its own.
The court trial brought back a recent memory of anxiously awaiting results of how fate and the law would effect the future. The result was like an echo in fiction of what happened in reality.
When all of the survivors of abuse showed the courage to stand up and declare it, I cried. I remembered all the people I’ve know who survived sexual abuse. I found myself crying and crying, yet I felt my spirits lifting, as if I was relieved of a weight I hadn’t realized I’d been carrying.
There was so much pain in high school, yet there were moments I wouldn’t have taken back for anything. I could see one of those moments in the prom. Seeing the two kings, seeing the various kids dancing reminded me of times when I danced, gathered with a club for a picture, or shared a moment with my friends.
High school is a difficult rite of passage, but what would we have without it? What would we lose, if we didn’t have it? If kids didn’t go through it?
No one should terrorized or bullied, but everyone should have a chance to learn, grow, and develop their thoughts; discovering themselves as they do.
May future generations never lose the power to flourish as individuals. May you find wonder and encouragement as you learn, regardless of what obstacles stand in your way.
