Opinion: Girls, support girls

Anusha Vadlamani | Staff Writer

I’ve spent a lot of time at Mason High School. Enough time to memorize when each class starts and when each one ends. Enough time to realize that the PA system sometimes interrupts class during the most inopportune times. Way too much time realizing my locker is never going to open correctly on the first attempt. And while learning all of these things has been great, my most cherished moments at Mason are some of the littlest ones — the ones that only I remember.

My freshman year, I recall standing in the C2 bathroom, after a morning of what quite possibly could have been my worst hair day ever. My hair was frizzy, my nose was runny, and my eyes were watering. Staring at myself in the smudged mirror, I remember thinking to myself ‘wow there is nothing that could make this day better.’ I know now that as a freshman I was really overdramatic, but at that moment, in that bathroom, it really felt like the day was not going to look up. 

Until the girl at the sink next to mine turned to me, smiled, and said: “I really like your hair.” I don’t know if she said it because she knew I was having a bad day or because she really did like my hair, but that was the first time I understood the strength of girls supporting girls.

Sophomore year, right before winter break, I remember being caught up in all the stress and craziness of finals. I remember nursing the worst migraine one day and just trying to buy a water bottle to at least hold myself over until I got home. Of course, as luck would have it, I was exactly 50 cents short. 

Sure, I could have walked over to the nearest water fountain, but I wasn’t really thinking straight. The girl behind me in line must’ve understood that I really needed this water bottle because she walked up to the keypad and punched in her student-ID. That act was easily one of the kindest things anyone has ever done for me. I had never met her before and it didn’t occur to me to ask for her name, but she still lent her time and money to me. And for that I’m thankful. 

I’m still living my junior year, but this year, I promised myself that I would step up to help someone else; I owe it to the women that have helped me, and the women that will continue to help me.

Sometimes helping another girl is as easy as lending them something: hair ties, bandaids, mints. And then sometimes it’s about lending a shoulder of support; being the person that people want to lean on. 

These past two years at Mason, some of my biggest role models have been women. I know that without them, I wouldn’t even be half the person I am today. So whenever I see another girl in need, helping her is pure instinct, because sometimes it feels like if women don’t even support women, no one else will.

My years at Mason have taught me one, really important thing: When girls support girls, there really is everything and more to be achieved.

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