High School Blues (PB)

High school: a school attended after elementary school or junior high school and usually consisting of grade 9 or 10 through 12.

What a nice, pretty definition. It doesn’t nearly cover the reality though. High school to a small child is a glorious place, one you look forward to attending. An accomplishment in your life that seems almost a million miles and year away. High school to someone who is actually attending is much, much different. That glow that ensconces it while you’re still young fades to a dull grey color. Those ideas of grandeur you have about it all seem to fade. That goal of being independent and living your own life—not exactly.

Overall, high school is deceiving. You don’t get to do whatever you want. You don’t even get good food. The hallways are always crowded and no one knows how to walk on the right side. Most of the classrooms have less than desirable air conditioning/heating systems. Actually, all of them do. The students are best compared to jungle creatures—less than civilized. The etiquette of the real world is forgotten once one steps through the doors.

I would imagine that the acts of cannibalism being committed by ‘loving couples’ are enough to satisfy their hunger—but, alas. Most of the creatures seek out other meals. Then, of course, it must be discussed and used as cannon fodder to arm the uninvolved bystanders. And of course—how could I forget?! Gym class. Best compared to training for aerial mortar fire—dodge ball, kickball, and ‘battle pins’ are all expressively unique in their methods. The genders of course must intermix to perform these ghastly tasks.

The last thing I must express is: Ain’t high school just funner than you could ever thinks?