High school stinks. And yes, it literally stinks. With the flying aroma of body sweat, semi-edible lunch food and everything else; I don’t even know where to begin. I’m pretty sure most of us high schoolers have thought about how much school sucks ass at some point in our lives, desperately wanting to escape six (or more) hours of this modern form of inevitable torture five days a week. There are sad days and there are the happy days and then there are those days where we feel like soulless children of the undead lurking on the grounds of earth waiting to be slain (but mostly sad days).
Hating school is normal. Youth being youth, we dislike rules. We hate being told what to do and we most definitely hate putting up with the school administration’s bullshit.
Often times, I’ve heard that high school is supposed to be the best four (in my case, six because I shifted from Philippine curriculum to standard American high school) years of your life. At least, that’s what other people say. But unfortunately, it’s not. Sure, maybe for some people it was the superlative highlight of their lives. Prom wasn’t awkward, fitting in and making friends wasn’t a challenge, their grades were probably ranging from average to outstanding, and their high school photos were perfect.
Not for me, though. Proms and high school dances are awkward, fitting in and making friends is as hard as running ten laps during P.E. class(or harder), my academic grades are fluctuating and my previous high school photos are hidden at the very back of my bookshelf. Most of my teachers are mean, supervisors won’t get off your back, there is no sense of teamwork or empowerment and I’m taking lessons in classes that are as irrational as using a fork to drink soup.
During the near end of my fourth year in high school, I decided to shift to standard American high school curriculum. That meant that after I graduate in my old school, I’d study in an international school still within the country for two years.
After I graduated, I told myself that I would make those upcoming years memorable and different from my previous high school years. Unfortunately, that isn’t what happened. The upcoming years weren't as how I thought they would be. Instead, they were messy and confusing. I was lost.
However, I did make some memories. I met some awesome people that made an impact in my life and I would most definitely never forget them. I’m in my final (YESSSS!) year of high school and in a few months from now, I will be graduating.
I can’t really say that being in a different high school was any better than being in my previous one. But I can say that it was a challenge and maybe high school really isn’t for me. Oh well, the memories are great. At least I still have art uni to look forward to. ;P