Senior Reflection #3

So, high school. When you're in middle school it's glorious; it's freedom, shiny and new. A liberation from the fascist rule of the middle school administration. Then you get here. Yeah, you can drive and park (it'll cost you $200). You still have no rights, nothing's changed there. Sports are still political, duh. And your classes are hard as three day old dog crap. Yet, there is something sweet about saying "I'm in high school," when you're 14. Now that I'm 18, and I've spent four years here, I'm ready for college. Even though I'm not that excited for college, anything beats this crazy place I've been.