Identity

Finishing the very last chapter of The Good Times Are Killing Me helped me contract a vast array of chief life themes the mainstream student body of my high school can soak in to better themselves.  Entering the seventh grade at her school, Edna experienced a purview of emotions ranging from confusion to seclusion, with questions fluctuating from:

 ‘Who are my true friends’?

 ‘Who am I’?

‘What am I doing here’?

 They say middle school is where adolescents find their true friends and characterize their identity precisely, but is that statement even close to being justified as a validation to what actually occurs during those brutal three years?

Continuing on with the story, Edna initiated her energies into endlessly investigating the best route to bring her to class the most efficient way when she was swiftly approached by her black neighborhood friend, Bonna, along with two other girls. Rather than the unpremeditated greetings such as ‘hello’ or ‘what’s up’, the location transforms into a sharply aroused manifestation of one-sided donnybrook with the typical ‘ganging up’ on one kid, Edna. As the principal arrives to relieve the hostility amongst the girls by sending Edna and Bonna to the office, the two girls each glance toward one another, but no acknowledgement of the other is initiated. The once friends all of a sudden become nemeses all due to the entrance of a new stage of life, middle school.

Edna concludes the last chapter of the book by delivering an insight on why this might result with two suppositions:

1)      People change

2)      Social groups and cliques begin to form when people change

These apprehensions can be pronounced factual comprehensions which provide evidence to how the different assemblies of people in school were inaugurated. But why do these changes in social behavior among old friends occur? Why is it that Bonna didn’t acknowledge Edna while they were alone in the office?

My goal for my last year of high school is to figure out the answers to ALL of the questions I asked myself above. “What’s my purpose?” “Who am I?” “Why did I just stop talking to people I was once associated with?” I wish to be able to possible reunite myself with those who I have “exiled” from my life or those who blatantly left mine for absolutely no reason at all. My identification will then be revealed once I begin to intently ponder on those queries.