Regrets.
Every teen has them. Seems like this past couple of weeks, I’ve done nothing but actions that I regret immensely within the next 2 or 3 days.
Be it losing the flash drive that contains every work I’ve ever written since high school started (something more valuable than my phone, might I add); slacking off and taking a huge hit to my grades that, with snow days, I may or may not recover from; or acting out in retaliation to something that hurt me, it seems like all I’ve been trying to do this past week is damage control.
So how can you avoid being the idiot that I am?
Well, when you have something so valuable such as that flash drive containing all my stories, it’s probably best not to use it for classwork as well and carry it to school. You’re likely to lose it.
Honestly it wouldn’t surprise me if somebody stole it and formatted it to use it for themselves. Seeing as though it hasn’t been turned in to any teachers or the front office, that seems the most likely solution. (Because really, who would throw away a flash drive they found on the ground?) Losing that flash drive is pretty devastating to somebody who accurately uses “writer” as a personality description. Though some of my stories on that flash drive are published and therefore can be recovered, anything unpublished – including things I’ve written as my stress/emotional outlet – is gone. Or in the hands of somebody else.
I’m not sure what’s worse, honestly.
As far as regretting grades go, that’s another stupid mistake entirely that’s easily avoided. Don’t get me wrong – my grades are far from awful. But they’re less than my best and therefore I’m pretty upset with myself. If I had taken 10 minutes to study, if I had just torn myself away from Tumblr for an hour to do homework, I’d be happier with myself. The snow days aren’t helping my case either, but sometimes you just have to deal with the consequences.
And let’s just not even get started on lashing out in an emotional retaliation.
Just.. Just don’t do it. You’ll save yourself embarrassment later when you’re not so hurt, and you’ll save yourself from hurting someone close to you, who you didn’t bother talking things out with and just assumed.
As far as the immediate situation goes, words were exchanged from both ends, apologies were made, and things were fixed…about as they could be fixed in such a situation that we’ve already been put in.
But as far as the embarrassment and the explanations to others that had to follow… Honestly I’m not sure the embarrassment will ever end.
Take a note from the master of screwing up by mouthing off – just don’t do things when you’re upset. You can’t always take them back.