The Little Rebel

Short people can have an attitude. Actually they have as much attitude as a tall person, but it's more compact, and comes out more often as a result. The vertically impaired can use this to their advantage. Short people may get overlooked on occasion because of their size, but if you make your mark by being a little rebellious, people will never overlook you again.

I am vertically impaired, so therefore I am fairly sassy. For awhile I had three or four colorful feathers in my hair to prove it, but the tool to put them in my hair went missing, so now I color the ends of my hair with kool aid. That's right I'm so rebellious that I use kool aid as hair dye. If you can't tell by now me being a rebellious person is more of a joke than anything else.

I don't exactly fit the description of the "edgy rebel." In fact when I was in high school some friends and I were talking about what things we could hypothetically see ourselves going to jail for, and everyone said that the only thing they could see me doing was, stealing a piece of candy on a tour of a factory that gives free samples at the end. Yeah, that's not exactly a hard core description.

I took radio my first semester in college, and as a part of the class they said we could pick our own D.J names, so I decided to become the rebel. I wanted to have a name that was completely different from what people know me as. The rebel was the furthest thing from the mild mannered individual  that took the name.

I will tell you this, I don't do things just because I am told to. I will do everything in my power to avoid things that have been barked at me as if I were a dog. I usually fight back with words to prove the point, and I don't joke around when I do. Nobody bosses me around. If you ask for a favor I am happy to help, but as soon as it becomes a command, the rebel in me comes out.

I do what I want even if it's not the best idea in the world. I went on a trip to Washington D.C, and I had a specific list of things I wanted to see while I was there. Nobody was going to get in my way, and for the most part no one did. I ran off by myself to the different places I wanted to see on the National Mall. My plan was going well until I got caught, and they kept me under their watchful eye to make sure I didn't run off again. Trust me if I could have gotten away, I would have.

I got away the next day, and the leader of our group was livid, because I ran off to Arlington. Technically he said it was okay, but he was thinking a small group would go, not just a single person. I wanted to see the changing of the guards, and I did. By the time I got off the subway, and made it above ground, I had three missed calls and a plethora of text messages saying that the bus would be leaving soon. I made it back in time, and we made the flight with plenty of time.

It may not be defacing public property, but it's not reading quietly in my room either. We can all be a little wild, but there are limits with how far we can push the package. If you go to far, you find yourself very alone and in more trouble than you bargained for. As Flynn Ryder from Tangled put it " A little rebellion is good, healthy even." We find ourselves when we branch out on our own and explore the world. The best way to do that is rebel a little, and see where you fit, even if it is as lame as dying your hair with kool aid, or running off on a trip.

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