It could have been worse. I mean high school is bad for everyone, but for some people it's really awful. I could have been bullied every day or have gotten my period on the first day of school. Oh wait, that actually did happen the first day of Freshman year. Okay, well it still could have been a hell of a lot worse.
Here I am, a senior in high school with less than 20 days to go. Then another week until my literal graduation. There is always a countdown in my head. Like I have 4 hours until I should probably be going to sleep if I want to get "sufficient rest" or whatever, but everyone in high school knows sleep is for the weak (as in it is split into various napping sessions particularly occurring nearly every day after school from about 3 PM to whenever I damn feel like). Naps aren't always the greatest though. Sometimes I fall asleep on my arm and wake up with drool everywhere and my first thought is "damn I really shouldn't have done that, hmm let's procrastinate a little more." Not my exact thoughts, but very close to them.
Besides the naps, high school has been pretty uneventful at times. I remember in 9th grade when everything was so new. Instead of going to my home school nearby, I decided to venture out and apply for another neighboring school's marketing program with a few of my close friends (i'll get to them later on, they're pretty crucial to everything). Yada yada- boring background stuff you probably do not even care to read about. Well, now is a good time to tell you I am very sad! I am sad for a lot of reasons, but also happy for twice as many and that is because- it could have been worse.
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The Everlasting Thing We Call Life
Teen FictionWell, not everlasting. But it does seem to last a lifetime. It's adolescence. It's stiff and awkward and makes your skin crawl. But it happens and there's no avoiding it.
