Stupidity of Social Hierarchy

This world in which we as teenagers live today for the most part does not care what portion of wisdom we as “immature kids” attain.

After all, there’s always time for that later, right? We just need to wait until we’re a little bit older, then the wisdom will just pour into our minds, enlightening us and bringing us to the light of truth.

Wouldn’t that be nice.

As the world is now, which I don’t think will change in the next four years, nothing worth having or learning comes without work.

The teenage feudal hierarchy we have set up in our generation puts at the top not the wise, but the wild.

If you get an A on a test you worked hard on, you are a thoughtless jerk who ruined the curve; if you courteously bring a teacher who has really helped you a Christmas gift, you’re a kiss-up and if you do bad on an assignment, your failure is met with much rejoicing and jubilation from the class.

Yet somehow people can instantly earn prestige among their peers by cross-dressing in front of the school, or flaunting the facetious and flirtatious side of you by wearing as low-cut a top and high-cut a miniskirt as possible, miraculously getting through the day without a dress code violation.

And it is most times these same people who turn right around and mock other kids’ clothes, accent, physique, or appearance, just to attempt to further augment and retain their social status.

A friend once told me that there are two types of grass in the world – the grass that uses its energy to grow and achieve the height it wants, and the grass that waits for the lawn mower to cut all the other grass around him down so he appears taller.

To those who either wait for the lawnmower, or even those who cut the grass around you yourself, enjoy sitting on the top of the social food-chain while you can.

Popularity is temporary.

Eventually the dress you “gentlemen” wore that got so many laughs from your peers will have to be replaced by a suit and tie, the f-bomb will be substituted out for an obedient “Yes, sir” or “Yes, ma’am,” the mini-skirt and tank top retired for a more appropriate and elegant wardrobe.

My words are for the so labeled “nerds”, “geeks”, and “goody-goodies.” Your time of prestige will come, but just probably not in the classroom; no, your time will come in the office space, when you get the job your former peers or tormenters are all striving for.

Many of you have something more than popularity and social praise – what you have attained and rightfully earned from me and hopefully many others is respect.

And respect lasts so much longer than four years.

You see, those kids who are so frequently labeled as socially awkward or geeks are simply, like their grades, ahead of the curve.