The Underdog Triumphs

Thursday, June 23, 2005

A Triumph of My Own

"The Underdog Triumphs," the title of my 9th grade English class writing portfolio. I cut the phrase out of a magazine and pasted it on the flap of the brown accordion folder. By the end of the year it was filled with various pieces of writings from why everyone in my school were posers, to a page filled with song lyrics and my analysis of them.

The 15 year-old life consisted of a forced dress code of long skirts, morning prayer, secular and religious studies. It was a Jewish high school during the peak of grunge, O.J. Simpson and Beverly Hills, 90210. So naive and lost trying to put the pieces of adolescence together.

I moved from a small town to a big city; a land of no Jews to many Jews. From a town where I once recognized white faces on streets filled with green grasses, to crowded one-way streets lined with apartment buildings, and a rainbow of colors flooding down Devon Avenue. I was lost.

I was an underdog.

Still am.

For I believe we all have some underdog in us.

And we should.

Otherwise we wouldn't appreciate those moments when we did triumph.

And we wouldn't know how fucking unbelievably good it feels.


Blogger Kitty Moon said...

Hooray! The underdog gets a blog of her own.

10:38 PM  
Blogger Cheryl said...

Truer words were never spoken. Well, maybe not never but I agree with you...

2:06 PM  
Blogger Fizz said...

To that, I say, "YEA!" I hope your posts continue.

12:26 PM  
Blogger Cheminger said...

Hey, I'm absolutely the opposite to you in gender, religion and nationality, but I think I can really identify with you. Please keep up the posts - I'd be interested to dip into your thoughts every so often. Please do not well in self pity though.

12:31 PM  

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