In my previous post i mentioned receiving as a gift a box with something like 200 comoic books featuring Spiderman. These were mostly translation published in Mexico by Novedades Editores.
I also did an off-hand comment on these comics affecting my life, and now I would like to expand myself on that comment.
Those comics were read once and again over the years and, to my appreciation, they played an important part on the development of my personality. Why? It's very simple, actually. Spiderman is a book about a teenager who is a bit of an outcast. He's got problems to communicate with people. He lost his parents and doesn't have a family in the traditional sense of the word. And, most importantly, he's a nerd at school. He is most at ease when seated on his own in a library with a book in front of him than hanging out with kids his age. So, all things considered, it was quite easy for me to become identified with Peter.
And that really helped me out in the coming years. Through Peter misadventures I learned to accept that not always things happen the way you'd like. But most importantly I learned to cope with my problems. I learned not to give up no matter what. For good or bad, Peter Parker became my role model. He teached me about sacrifice. About being selfless. To deal with what you got and move on.
After I started at a new school I faced all the usual problems. The new kid is always the outcast. I found it hard to make new friends, but I know that those I made were more than enough. Even now, twenty years away, whenever we get in touch it is as if no time had gone by.
High school wasn't that different. I was always the nerd, the outcast. The weird one that always choose to sit alone in a corner reading a book than hanging out with the other kids. Well liked by teachers but despised by my classmates. They even postulated me as candidate for expelling with a prefect out to make his name a fearful one. Obviously he had no ground to act against me, but that did not stoped him from harassing me at the slightest chance. And the fact that I wasn't expelled doesn't change the fact that my class hated me enough to try to get it done. I spent those three years trying to find out who I was or what was my place in the world. I don't know if I succeed in my quest, but in those years I got a job and learned that I could socialize and deal with people in different ways.
Anyway, as I was saying, Spiderman was a huge support for me in those years. But maybe the biggest help I got from him was in dealing with my grandma. But that, as they say, is another story, and I will deal with it in a future post.
3 comments:
I know what that feels like - being the new kid and hated for no reason. My dad worked for the Central govt. in India. Every three years he would be posted in a new city. I would ahve to start school in a new place every single time - I don't think my mother realized how it was for me.
She said you could have spoken to
the teachers - I am thinking yeah right!! Wish I had discovered Spiderman then :-)
I guess parents don't remember what school was like. Or maybe for them was different, but somehow I doubt it. The mere idea of trying to befriend a teacher could only make matters worse for an unpopular or unappreciated student I've said it before, the more a teacher likes you, the less popular you'll be among your peers.
yeah true - and could you pl. translate your spanish blog more often or well maybe this is hte incentive I need to finally sign up for Spanish 101!
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