It's funny how, in one night, I was able to realize which group I really belong to. We had our pre-prom last weekend & I must say that it was a pretty wild party for a bunch of typical high school girls -well for me at least. The minute I stepped out of my car, I bumped into my classmate & her brother, & we hung-out for the 1st 30 mins. Later, her brother's friends & our other classmates who were in that barkada came. I was the only one who wasn't part of that barkada. Then I bumped into one of my old bestfriends from my sophomore year & we hung-out for I guess 20 mins. And then I was back with my classmates. About an hour later the doors were opened & by the entrance I saw one of my current bestfriends along with her teammate & some smart kids in the batch. The minute we entered, the "party girls" of the batch were dancing away & coincidently some of my old good buddies from my sophomore year were part of that group of dancing party girls. She grabbed me & I was dragged into the center. Everyone was dancing ever-so-wildly & I felt really awkward. I tried to dance the way they did but it was just too awkward for me. Uncomfortable, I walked out of the crowd & again stayed with the smart kids. Minutes later, I felt like I was being tossed around by all these different groups in my batch -the party animals, the smart kids, the girl-next-doorsy ones, the jocks, cheerleaders -it was crazy! I got too tired & too confused. I didn't know which group I really belonged to.

I wanted to leave. So in courtesy, I went up to the 1st group I saw to say goodbye, and the 1st group I saw was that barkada in my class. And then came the smart kids & my bestfriend. We were all together -my classmates & my good friends- we hung-out & I stayed a while longer. Growing up, you experience friendships with many different people & it takes so much time to find out who your REAL friends are. One of those in the group of wild, party girls used to be my bestfriend in 2nd grade and now, look at who she is -a popular, party girl who's dreamt by every guy she passes. I went through almost all of them -the jocks, the popular kids, the smart kids, normal/regular kids, out-casts- even to the point of being a loner. I was tossed around in many different cliques. None of these tight friendships lasted.

We try to find ourselves through finding the right clique for us but in the end, the only thing that will actually distinguish our true character is ourselves.