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Teenage girls are innately dramatic, but we Hockadaisies take it to a whole new level. We feel victimized when called into an impromptu advisory assembly or form meeting, distraught when our senior privileges are delayed and irate if we think something like the sandwich bar would run much smoother if we were running it. Consider the rationale behind your feelings: does the absence of vanilla and chocolate yogurt really merit an audible groan of displeasure?
If you personally identify with the song “Primadonna Girl” by Marina and the Diamonds, like many of us do, think about how much drama you allow into your life and into the lives of others for things that frankly, are nbd (no big deal). If you feel that these scenarios apply to you, you’ve got a case of the Hocka-hysterics.
This condition drains the fun out of just about everything. The naysayers and the negative nellies can be heard at just about every event. Every year at the first student council mixer in September, the words “lame” and “boring” were tossed around. Get over it, move on and have fun.
The new parking scenario has been a catalyst for aggravated symptoms of this infectious disease. We knew the Centennial would cost us a modified carpool line, altered senior parking and a few walks from overflow when running late.
Let’s not even address the unnecessary outrage at advisory assemblies. It’s twenty minutes, you’re going to be okay.
Take a chill pill and breathe. Instead of considering the changes as events inconveniently “happening to us, why God why,” think about the opportunity we have to witness and commemorate the progress of school.
As a group of type-A teenage girls, we’re hypocritical on this matter. Often, brainstorming sessions for story ideas turn into a long-winded, therapeutic litany of complaints. But what happened to the adage if you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say anything at all?
Negative energy is one of the most contagious things in the Hockaday community, second only to bedbugs and a distaste for letting out our skirts. As a student body, we need to have patience with matters out of our control and know that some things take precedence over our trivial concerns.
Let’s enjoy the last year of Hockaday’s first century, and let’s end it on a positive note. It’s time to appreciate the festivities and remind ourselves of the reasons we have to celebrate. It’s time to take a chill pill.