2 More Years & I'm Gone

I was sitting at the lunch table the other day looking around our crowded cafeteria. I turned to my friend and said, "I really can't wait to graduate and get out of here." My friend looked around as well, looking as if he was counting the heads in the room. "Yeah," he said. "You and... everyone else here." 

I keep asking my mom if it gets better, this whole "high school" gig. Right now, I'm not really enjoying it. I will admit, there are times that I have some fun. Parties with other kids, cupcakes your art teacher brings in for your birthday, and new bus buddies to make the ride home a little more bearable. But other times, when you have grueling chemistry assignments first thing in the morning, when the guy you really, really like holds hands with another girl, and when rumors spread about the girl you used know get worse, I really hate that building I march into at 6:45 AM every morning. 

I've done things I regret. I believe we all have. And I know how much it sucks when those things reach the public. When the kids you see in the halls here about that mistake you made last week, it might not seem like a big deal at first. But let me remind you, this is high school. We're dealing with people 18 years old and under who love nothing more than blowing things out of proportion. That's when things get messy. Labels are created. Feelings are hurt. And it may seem like nobody will ever forget that thing that you didn't want them to know about in the first place. But here's another reminder: you're only here for a little while. Me? I have less than two more years at this place. Then I may never see most of these people ever again. If you want to think about it like that, go ahead. But it is a sad way to think about your youth. 

Right now, I have a little hope. Even though I'm taking harder classes next year, I'll be an upper classman! I mean, that's one thing to be excited about!

But then you can go all Debbie Downer again and think about how in a few more years, you'll be a freshmen again... Oh well. That's life I guess. 

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