Sometimes high school sucks. There might be a better
way to put that, but that is the gist of what’s on my mind lately. The problem
isn’t my classes—in fact, my classes are the easiest they have been in a long
time and even somewhat enjoyable. But nothing particularly exciting has taken
place lately, and my life has been consumed by academic and extracurricular
activities. (And I don’t mean the kind of extracurriculars my English teacher
used as a euphemism for—well, this is one of those times where you can read
between the lines—when we read Othello.) No matter how much I love learning and
volunteering, doing the same mundane tasks day after day would make even Annie
tune down “The Sun Will Come Out.”
The people say the same things. The food begins to
taste more like someone already ate it for you with every bite. And the kids
who stand in the middle of the hallway still haven’t learned how to walk.
And for some reason, day after day, I go back to
this place of insanity expecting different results. Am I insane? Probably. But
is it really too much to ask someone to stop standing in the middle of the
hallway instead of making your way to class like the rest of us? No, people,
the answer is no.
Also, I feel like a giant piece of me is missing. In
case you haven’t experience this feeling before, it sucks. Worse than high
school.
