The Trials and Tribulations of being a teenager

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“The Trials and Tribulations of being a teenager”

             

When I was a little boy I was asked many times ‘what do you want to be when you grow up, Daniel?’ I never knew how to respond to this, so to follow the crowd I just said I wanted to be a police officer. Nowadays I have a more mind-boggling answer, but I am still as confused. If I was asked today what do I want to do with my life, I’d say ‘live it don’t plan it’. The teenage years for me have brought with them the mishaps of mischief through to the traumas of tragedy.

        ‘Being a teenager’. It sounded daunting when I was about ten, it was like your whole life was going to change and you were going to become this totally different person. It turns out that my views and my appearance have changed dramatically, but underneath the teenage exterior I am still the same boy struggling to fit in to a very modelled society, like I was five years ago. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that I don’t enjoy life and the freedom and flexibility that being older and wiser gives you, (some might disagree about the ‘wiser’). It’s just that when others use that freedom to bring the credibility of your age group down, and there is nothing you personally can do, it is very frustrating. If you try to oppose without support you look stupid, nobody takes any notice and you haven’t achieved anything. Whereas if you do find support for your frustrations, the people who support you are not really eligible for comment i.e. teachers, parents etc. and you will look stupid yet again. So to counteract the negative actions of my peers, I don’t agree with them and I don’t join them, but I do; do my best to put them off of doing whatever it is they might think of doing, thereby keeping my image but making my point.

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Society itself treats us teenagers very stereotypically. I was going home from a friends house the other week, and he had lent me his stereo speakers to use. I was just walking the 300 yards to my house with a speaker in each hand and then as if out of a TV crime programme, blue lights and a siren come chasing up behind me. The policeman that was on the passenger side called me over and told me to put the speakers down. So here I was innocently borrowing from a friend and I get stopped, identity checked and ...

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