I was a fifteen year old sophomore in high school when the first episode of Buffy The Vampire Slayer premiered. I wasn’t popular, wasn’t cool, hung out with a bunch of misfits, even sometimes with a teacher or two.
And there was Buffy Summers, who hung out with her own group of misfits, even the librarian. She navigated the trials and tribulations of high school at the same time I was. Although a bit of escapism, in watching Buffy and her friends I found kindred spirits … a part of me in each of them.
When Buffy and Co. graduated high school in the summer of 1999 [Season 3], so did I … our cap and gown colors were even the same (yes, I geeked out).
As Buffy entered her first year in college [Season 4], so did I.
I lost my mom at the end of 1999.
Mid-way through Season 5 [2000 - 2001], Buffy lost her mom. That episode both moved me and brought the reality of my own situation crashing down on me … And then Anya said what I'm sure lots of people wish they could say but never do. I actually still cannot watch that episode.
Season 6 of Buffy was the darkest of the seasons and aired during some of my own darker moments. Although it was dark itself, the show was one of the few bright spots for me during that time … as I overcame some of my own personal demons by the middle of 2002, so did Buffy by the time Season 6 had ended.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer ended on May 20, 2003 … a part of me is still with the Scooby Gang (although not in Sunnydale since they blew that city to bits … ) The show will forever be a part of me, something to point to as having an impact on who I am now.
I’m ready to be strong.