Teenage Awakening



One of the best things about being a teenager is that everything is so new. Every step the teen takes seems like the first.  Everything she sees, touches or feels becomes embedded in her memory bank.  She becomes the center of the universe and her experiences feel totally original, like she’s the first person to ever experience them.  Whatever that experience is–sexuality, friendships, politics, or ideas about self–it becomes her very own.

In the story, Weekend at Chelsea, the main character is a naive teenage boy who has several epiphanies.  He first realizes that he’s not as average and unattractive as he believes.  Second, he sees his best friend in a new light, no longer the  Handsome Prince or the glorified “chick-magnet” that he once knew.  He learns to see his friend as just another human being who has flaws, equal to himself in many ways.

It’s also a story about the boy’s fear of girls.  Many boys feel that girls are from another planet, difficult to understand, and often times just out of their reach.  Teenage sexuality is often too hot to handle and beyond a kid’s control.  The main character learns something in his first sexual experience which leads him to emotionally settle down and to develop more of a mature perspective of what a female needs in a relationship.

But perhaps the most important lesson was his discovery of “honesty.”  If he only tells the truth, a simple concept that few of us understand, amazing things could happen.  Telling the truth for this main character seems to open up new doors and propels him into a more hopeful path in life.

Please read it for yourself and tell me what you think–Weekend at Chelsea by Mark Tulin

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