The Side Effect of Being a Teenager | Vol. 1

It goes without saying that we, teens, are often misunderstood—by our parents, teachers, and even us ourselves. That's probably because adults often try to let us understand most things in theory; constantly remind us what to do and what not to do, and vividly describe the prospective consequences that are associated with each misconduct as though to scare us — or at least for us. 

While we understand that they only want the best for us, breaking the rules does not always mean we intend to be a bad daughter. It simply proves that there are things that we will never understand until we experience them firsthand. 

We will always push the boundaries and have the "oh, that's not true, nothing bad is going to happen to me" attitude until something not good actually happens. And if that happens, we can assure you that — lessons learned — we will never do it again.

If we're being honest here, we really hate the feeling of being treated differently just because we're younger. There are many things that are literally off-limits to us, which is why we're sometimes furious, not to mention this series actually exists. 

The Side Effect of Being a Teenager is a series that explores our sometimes unsaid sour feelings as a teenager. We are often given the special treatment — a manifestation of society's "you don't belong here yet" conviction towards teenagers; or an in-your-face implication that reminds us we are the naive, reckless and unneeded bunch. This manifestation comes in all shapes and sizes, and rest assured they will all be told here in this column.

Life isn't fair. I have grown up with middle child syndrome since I was four. My sister is 18 months older than me. She was the first one to get a phone and laptop; be able to stay out later and throw parties.

I will never forget the time when she threw a Halloween party when she was 17. I was 15 then. I thought parties and drinking were the coolest thing you get to do when you get older [it’s not!], and I just wanted to be a part of it. But let’s be honest, who wants their young sister hanging around with them at a party?

"I wish I was born first; I wished I was older, so that I could be the cool one with the party."

This particular party was the first and last party my parents allowed us to have at home with alcohol involved. My sister’s friends accidentally damaged parts of the house, which my parents were obviously not happy about.

Ever since then, every time I ask my parents "Can I throw a party?" the answer would always be "No." It’s not fair. I wish I was born first; I wished I was older, so that I could be the cool one with the party.

I’m now nearly 18 and my sister is nearly 20 and we still haven’t had any more parties.♦  — Chloe, blogger, It's a Girl Thing Blogging

Follow Chloe on Twitter @itsagirlthingb1

With age comes experience. When it came to looking at internships for the summer, many of what I was looking at required far more experience than what I currently posses, having only been in university for one year. Another moment, though slightly more trivial, would be when I went to Boston from London for college, I wished I was older simply due to the drinking age.♦  — Ruby, blogger, Ruby Eyes

Follow Ruby on Twitter @ruby_vishnick

For most things, I feel at liberty to do almost anything; say, I can find my personal style and pick my own clothes. However the thing that makes me wish I were older right now is that I have to wait for a couple of years to be able to obtain my own driver's license, even though I feel responsible enough to drive the car myself. ♦  — Jessica, blogger, Lipsticks & Sneakers

If you have a story to tell for this column, feel free to write to this email with the subject Contribution: Teenage Life

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