All of the High School guys, and a lot of the High School girls, are taller than me. Some of them by quite a lot.
When I’m in the halls, trying to navigate from one class to another (I’ve gotten lost three times, one of them involving me heading into the wrong classroom), I can’t see where the heckumundo I’m going. It’s a veritable forest of people taller than me.
I also got super duper lucky and all the 6′ 2″ football jocks are in the block of lockers surrounding me, and I have a bottom locker, so I have to wait until they disperse (they take their sweet time) to get to my stuff for my next class.
There is an upside to being small, though.
I can fit through the openings that no one sees and/or can’t fit through themselves. I bob ‘n’ weave my way through those halls like a freaking Olympian. I can get to class from my locker with a minute to the bell, no problem … provided I don’t get lost along the way.
There are positives and negatives to any given situation. The negatives are much, much easier to see; but you just have to look closer to find the positives. Because, I guarantee, there are some.