high_school ClairE Just grow up. 020114 ... hey now! sucked 020114 ... Toxic_Kisses still seeps into my dreams 020115 ... anti-social butterfly sucked 020115 ... phil dropped from a window on_to a car, still better than high_school 020425 ... Erin High school is the same everywhere There's always that certain boy That makes you want to wake up every morning 021105 ... IKC 56-80 isn't all that bad, but i'll be glad to be past it all the same 021105 ... gay gizmo was complete and horrid hell. I did alot of bd thingsd, but nevertheless I would never want to take it back. The friendships I made there are everlasting 021105 ... pontifier I could see over everyone's heads. 030111 ... margadant11 High school sucked... There was a girl that I had a super crush on and I did nothing about it. I regret it to this day. But I will not let another one go without letting her at lest know. I like college much better. 030111 ... ooooooooooo ...is the root of all evil! Plus all the guys there sucked. I am definitely not one of those girls who fall for jerks. Nice guys DO NOT finish last!!! 030112 ... megan place to learn who your true friends are, and what you're going to live the rest of your life for. 030112 ... unhinged last night reminded me so much of the good times and the bad with him sitting right behind me, looked right at me and didn't even recognize me. it's amazing how almost four years can change your perspective. and the new auditorium made me want to throw up. we don't even have that nice of an auditorium on campus here. spoiled brats. the boy singing zeppelin...mmmm mmm mmmm. i'm beginning to understand the assholes in sharon a little better. ha. 030112 ... sal how i wish so much it were over!!!! only two more years in this hell hole 030112 ... Lilac my last year! 030113 ... Kate I think I've found my Rushmoric niche--going to high school. Too bad that I don't know any careers in which I can specialize in reading, making study sheets, being quiet, and writing things to Tracee. 030114 ... celestias shadow everyone tells me i act like i'm seventeen. sad considering i'm one of the youngest in my class. well, i feel like it too. last year, freshman year, i just looked around and wondered, 'how can these people CARE?' once you get to the real world, nobody gives a shit what you wore in high school, who you fucked, how much you drank on saturday nights. it's just not that important. in five years, you will not be able to get free drinks because you were the starting quarterback for your mediocre high school team. it just doesn't matter. and they're all so blind. so very blind. 030903 ... nomme = seven months of my life might be called unedumacated 030903 ... blah-ze is where i am right now in the computer labs everyone else is watching frida on the projector or playing unreal tournament and im typing at a computer... hey! 030903 ... celestias shadow sorry about that rant above. it was one of those days. apologies to all. 030915 ... crimson The brilliant people who created high school obviously had not recieved their high school educations. "Let us cram many clammy and hormonally_challenged bodies together, set meaningless boundaries, and try to teach the spoiled animals information- some of which that will prove completely useless in their future. Their teachers shall be angry types, receiving horrible pay!" "Yes, I think you are onto something!" 030928 ... Deomis It was sheer madness. My first year. Our teacher was standing at the podium on the right side of the room. to the left was the open window (the bug net was gone). a note was passed around, and everyone agreed to what it said. as the teacher lectured, one by one the students on the left side of the room filed out the window. the teacher never noticed. When all the students came back to the class room door, the teacher was quite confused. Ahh, the joys of a small school. at the end of the year, we had a water fight. What fun. dumping water on the principal and such... 041206 ... falling_alone sat alone again today. 041206 ... emmi i used to always sit alone in english class, not by choice. but don't worry, i think the people who sit alone at some point early in their lives tend to become the people who are at peace with themselves...and everyone worth knowing likes those kinds of people. maybe it's because you spend more time with yourself so you figure out who you are and how to stand on your own two feet. some things are better done alone, though maybe not easier. 041206 ... nor this my first. all my best friends went to other schools. with their prestiege and dedication. i however, went at it alone. i knew, know, no one. 5 months in and i still have no one. i don't know what to do... how to.. 050216 ... on the road My suggestion? Just smile whenever you can. Even just to yourself :) (: 050623 ... vision elite dear nor: high school can be a many great timer palce if you have friends but if you're like me and you seem the type, you might just be a loner. in this case, try no to be aflicted by the fear of loneliness, rather celebrate it, that is, until you become a master at the craft of molotov cocktail making and throwing (i.e. football games). you'll then have less friends but will feel much better about burning things. i promise. or, just do what the other person said. best of luck, really. 050623 ... devilbunny I hated high school. I had good friends and stuff, but honestly, I could not wait to bolt that place. All of the shallow idiots there made me want to kill myself. Of course, there are shallow idiots in the real world as well, you just have the choice to avoid them now and I don't have to spend 8 hours a day, 5 days a week with them anymore. Graduation was far from the end of my life. On the contrary, I was finally able to start defining myself as I wanted to define myself, not as my teachers/friends/advisors/teammates/boyfriends wanted me to do so. I'd love to go back though, knowing what I know now. I'd fucking own that place. 061110 ... jane i peed on my high school 070515 ... pSyche is finally over. Thank God. 070527 ... viscous illusum often when i think of high school, i think of good times, unforgettable friends and experiences that shaped me into the man i am today. however, last night i came across an old year book. i would often pass on the chance to reminisce about old times but on this occasion i supposse i must have been feeling a little bit nostalgic and without a second thought i took the book with me to the toilet, where i proceeded (among other things), to remeber the past. to my surprise, instead of remembering the good old times i referred to before, i was confronted with feelings of apathy and regret. suddenly the dark days of my youth came falling down upon me with the turn of every page, bringing with them the discontents of feeling alone in a world so cold and idifferent i’d thought i’d never make it. it was then that the truth about high school came to me, like a slap on my face- a truth too ugly to be remembered and meant only to be buried in the darkest corner of memory. 070527 what's it to you? who go blather from