“High School: the mouse race to prepare you for the rat race”

-Author Unknown


There are those who can't escape childhood. They bring is with them as they transition into the higher stages of their careers, like, ironically enough, a child clinging to his blanket.

I don't know if their immaturity they find in themselves seems to comfort them, or whether or not it's just one of those bad habits somebody just can't seem to give up.

High school is high school, and it will be high school. And you know what high school is? It is getting in trouble with your parents for staying out way past curfew and other aspects of a typical teenage-parent relationship, it is terribly hard classes that have got you sleep deprived, and it is relationships that can never just be simple.

When I think about high school, I sigh, out of exhaustion. It's just a big never ending cycle of he-said she-said, dramatic antics, and everybody seems to be a walking tabloid, full of information on who's just had sex, how Joe cheated on Sue, or how plain Jane's actually THE BIGGEST SLUT EVER. LIKE OMG. Few ever rise above it, and too many succumb to it.

I personally try my best to avoid all this, and I know, that I haven't. I am a girl, and I'd be completely bull shitting you right now if I said that I never sunk to those lows because I have. I've had my good share of silly, petty drama. I try to do my best to express myself, and let people know how I feel if I am ever upset, to avoid the troubles that are: BITCH. I HEARD WHATCHU BEEN SAYIN BOUT ME.

But really, I'm going to be an adult next year, and I'm trying to start facing all my problems like one. To keep all lines open for communication, but sometimes, communication and honesty is exactly what you need not do.

I've also realized that it's pretty silly to expect people to treat you the same. Most people (cough girls cough) won't be polite if they have a problem, but in fact, do just the opposite. They'll ignore your attempts at cordiality, at trying to be civil. They'll ignore a question as simple as: "Hey! Do you know if we had homework?" They'll look at you, with lips pursed, brows raised, not respond and walk away, leaving you with your mouth open and face burning.

Sometimes being the bigger man sucks.

Everybody reassures me that it's just high school, and that it happens to everybody. It's almost a rite of passage. High school's just a part of growing up, and it rips every last bit of naivety you have left, that middle school didn't get around to doing, right out of you.