The Roles We Play
Auditions began the first day of middle school. The day is just for seventh graders, which is
good, and low key; you can handle this. You walk into the lunch room which looks bigger than your
entire elementary school. You go through the line get a cookie, score! Feeling confident because you
totally nailed all of your classes, you go to sit down and suddenly slip, and you’re lying on your back in
the middle of the cafeteria surrounded by all of your peers. Thus began a slow year-long audition.
Now you may be thinking to yourself, “Seventh grade? But I’ve changed so much since then.”
Turns out everyone has, but for some reason none of us see that in each other. All we see are the
awkward, too tall for our own good, not sure how to talk to the opposite sex children that we were in
seventh grade. And in some ways we are the same, we have the same high pitched laughs; we still can’t
turn in any assignment without every inch of free space being taken up by doodles.
There was a brief time between freshman and sophomore year when we fooled ourselves into
believing that we could change, that things would be different. Because we were changing schools, so
people wouldn’t look at us and think the same things that they had for the past three years. They would
see the grown up version of you, the one that you’d put so much time into despite the fact that no one
seemed to notice it yet.
Unfortunately that wasn’t the case. You were still that band kid, even though you stopped
playing last year. Everyone still expected you to be an amazing writer, because when you meet two and
half years ago you thought being an author would be a good time.
You keep changing and growing and pretty soon it’s your senior year. Yet you look around and
you’ve changed nothing, everyone still looks at you the same. There are a select few who managed to
change in everyone’s eyes, sure. But for the most part you all look the same.
Think of all the ways that you have changed. You grew into yourself; you developed opinions
that didn’t mirror your parents. You took an interest in things that you had never imagined you would
care about. How come no one else noticed? How come at school you still have to act like the shy little
kid from middle school? Even when you joke around with the student body president, he looks at you
like you just came in riding a unicycle juggling flaming pies. You didn’t talk in middle school so the world
must be coming to an end if you’ve found the courage to speak to others in public.
What does this mean? It means that as we look around at everyone around us we should stop
assigning them labels. We should stop trying to fit them into our predetermined boxes. We need to
expect that the people around us have changed and grown as much as us. Most likely not in the same
ways, but they’ve changed, and so have we.