Hitting Your Lowest Point

Being a teenager undeniably can suck. Although high school certainly can be "the best years of our lives," even an awesome year will have its lows. The best part of it all, though, is the fact that life goes on. Even writing it makes it sound dismissive and rude, but it's actually kind of awesome. I'm pretty glad that life goes on when I feel like I've hit a low point (although I probably don't outwardly show it), because it means that eventually I'll be out of that slump. In a beautiful twist of irony, hitting your lowest point can be extremely hopeful with the right logic.

Hitting your lowest point will (or maybe already did) suck. You'll feel miserable. However, life will go on. You can live through it, and it can only get better. Literally, by definition of lowest point, things can only go up. It's totally going to suck for a bit, and you're going to worry it will suck forever. Then, it stops sucking.

Not to sound like your overly-spiritual grandparent, but it's just the nature of things. You should probably listen to your overly-spiritual relative more. They lived through their teenage years. Although the struggles of a teen in a century of selfies and social media differ from the struggles of our relatives who lived all of their educational lives without a cellphone, the wisdom they can offer you is valuable. They probably remember hitting their lowest point as a teenager, and hitting any low point sucks.

In my town, eighth grade is the last year of junior high, and ninth grade is the year you enter high school. In October of my eighth grade year, I realized I had options of where I could go to high school, and I thought going to a private high school might better my chances at getting into a good college. I researched schools in the area, and eventually fell in love with a school 15 minutes from where I lived. The school was all girls, and only had about 200 students in the entire high school. As a person who gets anxious around too many people, going from my middle school of about 1200 students to a school that small was a change I desired. All of the people I met were too friendly to even describe.

However, a year at this school cost more than a year at some colleges. I was basically going to need a scholarship that covered two thirds of the tuition.

As far as I could tell by looking at the website, they didn't offer any scholarships that big that could be applied for. A friend who was a year ahead of me and went to the school had mentioned that they gave out merit scholarships, but didn't know how much of the tuition these scholarships defrayed. I probably could've asked anyone who worked at the school how much the scholarship was worth, but the thought is literally occurring to me for the first time right now. (Totally proving my earlier statement about how people get wiser with age.) After slaving over an essay, and waking up at seven in the morning the day after I did a show in order to take a high school placement test, I was admitted, and graced with one of the biggest scholarships they give, but it was only half of what I needed to get into the school.

This certainly wasn't my lowest point, but it sucked, and I was torn up about it for a while. I've only spent about a year and a half at my current high school, but I've done so much with this school that I wouldn't have been able to do at the school I applied for. I am 100 percent proud to still be a Bronco!

Looking back, the trend of things always working out for the best has been pretty consistent for me. A low point gives a great opportunity for an uphill climb to a really great summit. While hitting your lowest point will always suck, try to look at it as an opportunity, and not a vexation.