I will admit that I am a woman scorned. I’m not scorned from the “bad boys” some women claim broke their heart. I am a women scorned from bad friendships. It is true.
As I matured, I began to realize a few things. I had to realize that my friends and I were changing. After countless arguments and fights, I decided the best thing was to keep to myself.
I frequently found myself spending my time alone. Because the past has a way of molding or destroying us, I began to lose my faith in friendships.
In class, I usually migrated to the back, not because I didn’t want to hear my teacher’s lecture, but because I had wrapped a security blanket around myself and used it to keep away “intruders.”
After enrolling in theatre courses, I was in a world that required me to become “sensitive to my environment.” That semester, I also had several leadership positions that required me to work and get along with others. Even group projects required that I take a peek from under my shell to look at the faces I was trying so hard to ignore.
My last group assignment took me to a classmate’s apartment. There were three of us and we were rehearsing for a class presentation. After a couple of hours, I actually began to enjoy myself as we talked and learned more about each other.
Surprisingly, we shared some of the same interests in music, books, and men. I soon realized it was time for me to come out of my shell.
I was holding on to past pains that were actually holding me back. I was missing out on laughs, conversations and companionship.
From now on, I am going to sit in the front of class.
Maybe I will walk away with more than just an education. I’ll walk away with a friend.
Tiffany Pitts is a senior journalism student from Jacksonville. She is The Famuan’s Lifestyles editor. Contact Tiffany Pitts at firstname.lastname@example.org.