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Highschool

The school of all that is high. The school of the high. We get high at school. We school the high. Highschool.
Nonetheless, i have come to face the undeniable truth that many, if not all, my lessons were learned from very special children. Children may seem inadequate. Trust me when i assure you that it is very appropriate given the context and the point i am getting to. Hopefully.
Contrary to popular belief, the knowledge i have obtained to this point in my life, is not fully credited to the teachers/mentors of my institution of schooling. it is moreso, however, given in full respects, to the strangers of the hallways, the lost friends over the years, the (for lack of a better adjetive) doughebags of my age group, the changed heros, the brilliant scholars, and maybe even my dogs. Maybe being a strong key word in that notion.
Here is to you, the friend i thought i knew, but in reality actually knew was worthless since we met, considering i met you due to worthles circumstances, but was at an age to where friends were like items in my lunch box….easily aquired, conveinant, accesible, and temporary. Thank you for teaching me lessons firsthand, because reality televison clearly wasnt enough of a punishment in itself.
Lessons learned: trust no one. Be nice to everyone. People lie. (go figure) not everything people say about you is true. (sorry/notsorry) girls are mean. (true to the that) glaring may be a sport. Social media sucks. Texting is now a relationship.
Heres to the douchebags. Highfives to your utter belief that marijuana and girls will somehow become a reality after highschool as well. I am not here to reign over your four year parade, i am not here to complain about the disrespect i see girls accept and guys dish out like candy at a festival… I am here to give straight facts about what i was able to conjure up from my years in the establishment with my fellow classmates.
Lessons learned: boys are mean as well. Boys are very nice to pretty girls.(given the circumstance) marijuana can be your friend. (i plan to refrain from testing that theory) every douchebag has a story. Some are hidden, some are lies, most are unknown however, and every single one, deserves the benefit of the doubt. Everyone has a story, whether you are worthless to the standards of others or not, you are in fact, given a life full of redemption, forgiveness, lessons, love, truths, new beginnings, and the warmth of knowing you are never alone.
Here is to people i never got to meet. I have judged you. I have walked by you in the hall. I have seen you outside of school and walked by. I may never see you again, but you have taught me more about myself then you will ever know.
Lessons learned: judgement is an undeniable human attribute. People change. For the good and for the bad. We cannot be noted of our self worth due to circumstances. Greatest comes in forms that people overlook. True strengty is in the scholar, the c squad player, the hopeless nerd, the christian freak, whatever title they are given, the truest greatness is in the weak, for it is when we can accept vulnerability, it is when we can refuse to resist it or let it alter who we are proud to be, it is then when the weak become the strong. “for it is when we are weak, that He is strong”
This is for anyone who i have hurt. Knowingly or unknowingly. You deserve an apology. You deserve an honest truth as to why. You deserve a truth that i may have held back or been unaware of myself. You deserve another chance or a redo or anything of the sort. But you will never receive any of those things, for time has changed us and our stories, and the only thing we will most likely ever share, is the past.
Lessons learned: pain is inevitable. Pain is real. Change is inevitable. Change is real. People go just as fast as they arrive. You will miss and be missed. (i cant promise to being missed portion, but assumptions are a part of life) time heals all wounds. (i swear by it) pictures never fade. People do. Bad things happen so better things can fall into place. (marilyn monroe) people are fragile, they break, thoughyou cannot see surfacelevel damage, scars do not heal thoroughly enough, sometimes forgiveness is impossible, sometimes tomorrow seems like lightyears away, some people never forget, but everyone, moves on.
So. Here is to highschool.
It was never about the teachers or the classrooms. It was not the weekends or the tests. It was never about our futures or the end. I will never remember my final in biology (partly because i cheated anyways)
As cheesy movie line drama saga this is, it is and was and will always be about the people. It is about the football games, the coaches, the bad days with good people to get through it, the nasty rumors, the heartbreaks, the helpless moments, the birthdays, prom, boys, the relationships we never though we would have, the ones we never thought we would lose, and now, the ones we never thought would be so easy to let go.
The one truth about getting older, is that every bond cannot be healed, a lot of things are better left in the past. The good times are usually, the one and only times. Progression is part of moving on, and moving on in starting over, finding something new, because whether it is good or bad, it is the opportunity to yet again… Learn.
So. Here is to highschool.