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Alright, in a more serious tone, I am going to pen some experience in reference to my own teenage years, which is safely stored in my long term memory. Drawing a thread of memory with a phoenix-tailed wand, I cast a spell that extracts the memory as a teenager from my brain into a Pensieve which was once belonged to Professor Albus Dumbledore, who was by far, the best headmaster Hogwarts has ever had.
As far as I could remember, as a teenager, I spent my time reading and living in another world created by J.K. Rowling. All of the books were read with great attention and speed, all of the chapters were memorized by heart, and all of the spells were chanted to operate my daily lives-Alohomora to unlock doors, Avada Kedavra to kill the annoying cockroach that was crawling on the wall and Lumos to light up the dark.
Not only had the world of Harry Potter stolen my teenage life, national examinations had done the same too. PMR and SPM are very important in a student’s life, with the condition that Malaysia is the context. They were important to me too. As a teenager, being all young and naïve, who would have thought that happiness isn’t necessarily defined by grades. I revised the required subjects over and over again, Additional Mathematics and Physics in particular for SPM, because I feared failure. Alhamdulillah, I did not fail the critical subjects. My free time was always filled with doing self-revision and attending tuition classes.
Because I had big examinations that could determine my future path and had chosen to live in the ‘magical’ realm for escapism, I was far behind in the ‘real’ social world. Teenage issues such as gossiping about other students in the school were definitely not of interest. I used to ask myself “Why would I wanna care about them? They are not important in my life.” I was ashamed of that very criterion of mine. Yes, sometimes, I still feel like this destructive habit has infested deep under my skin which makes it more difficult to be rid of. However, as a 24-year old lady, I am now, more matured and am able to view life in a better perspective. I’m sure that it may sound all negative to you when I write my experience in this manner, but hey, I have never regretted any of them.
In relation to today’s topic, I remember learning Erik Erikson’s stages of development in one of the educational courses that I took a few years ago. I thought “Oh, he cannot be correct all the time. Perhaps his theory might have exemptions for special cases, and that my case might be one of the few which got to be treated as a special case.” But just yesterday, I begin to see this in a different light for I was out with two groups of friends; the former group consisted of my university mates (a.k.a the other two authors of this blog) while the latter consisted of my school mate. We kept our time yesterday occupied with everyone’s updating their current happenings in life. Some of my peers are working, some are married and some are planning to, some are even mothers and fathers while I, I am still a teenager, compensating the skipped phase of development-the lost teenage years. I hang out, learn piano, re-watch Gilmore Girls, blog, read books-nothing that screams MATURITY and ADULTHOOD.
But please please please, bear in mind that my experience may not be the same as yours. Nevertheless, if you do sense that my experience resembles yours; our blog welcomes you to share with us and other readers by sending us a paragraph or two, to our email.
Till we meet again.
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