This summer, I have been visiting my hometown quite often for graduations, family reunions, visits by relatives, and just plain old family time. When you go back to your childhood, it’s hard not to think about, well, your childhood. I have come to a conclusion that since childhood I have always been a quiet rebel. I am not one to cause a scene. I don’t believe in marching with a sign in front of businesses. I believe in positioning oneself to become a part of that business and get rid of the enemies from the inside. See, a quiet rebel.

I never liked going down any traditional path. Rather, I like getting lost in my own forest and finding my own way out. You can call it stubbornness, but I like the term rebel. It sounds cooler, right?

My quiet rebellion came to light in high school. I tried out for everything: color guard, band, softball, cheerleading, track, etc. They all sounded fun to me and my friends seemed to enjoy it. I would try out and give everything a shot. Once I realized I wasn’t having fun with it anymore, I left. I never wanted to waste a second of my life doing things I didn’t love. Even when I was 15, I didn’t see the point in wasting my precious life. But the few things that I really did truly love, I stuck with. I did choir for 12 years and was on the newspaper staff since I was in 7th grade.

I also didn’t believe in attending class just for the sake of attending class. If you can teach yourself something, why go to class? Now don’t get me wrong; I grew up in a family of educators. My dad was a high school teacher for 22 years, my sister is a biology middle school teacher and one of my younger sisters taught early childhood education. I respect good educators, and I am not ditching class because I am too cool. I always finished my projects and attended class for the tests. I would ace just about everything. If my teacher wasn’t inspiring, I wouldn’t attend class.  Again, I was a quiet rebel. I didn’t scream, “fuck you”, or not complete any work. I just didn’t feel like wasting my time, listening to people who, if you ask me, are failing in their careers.

Now into my adulthood, I still have quite rebel tendencies. I refuse to do things for the sake of doing them. You have to give me a good reason, especially in the workplace. Why should we do the project? What are the outcomes you want? Where do you think this will take us? I don’t mind asking my manager these questions. If my managers can’t answer these questions, then I just quietly do different projects that make sense and will get the same results he or she is looking for.

Being a quiet rebel to me is not about being rude or egotistical. It’s about seeing life a little bit differently than most people. So embrace your inner quiet rebel.