I am openly passive aggressively venting at work and I recognize it but I can't seem to stop myself. I have lost my "nice" personality and can't find it again. :-( Part of it I recognize as stress and the feeling of lack of support. The other? Well *shrug* if I know... I don't hate my job but I do really need a vacation from life.
Ah... the good ole days of summer vacation. Anyone invented a time machine yet so I can relive being 12?
But still retain the knowledge that you really don't need to write in script (but do remember how to read it!), or know proper grammar, to make it to a top job -- that's what computers are for! Speaking of, computer class and tech, the multiple parts of the computer/car/toolbox should be examined and understood since it will eventually save you lots of money when you have to fix something. Throwing it out the 5th story window (no matter how tempting) is never an option, especially if it is something heavy like a car -- you will never be able to GET it to the 5th floor. Language class is also not a waste of time (personally my 2nd language helped get me my current job) even if only to fluently ask "Where is the bathroom?". You will still need math up to basic algebra for most things (Excel cannot help if you can't get the equation right) but still remember how to do calc and trig for your kids' homework! Gym matters, or at the very least, make the best of having a springy metabolism and eat EVERYTHING while you still can and shore up fitness points for when you sit a a desk all day office butt and butterfly arms loom in your future. History is important for that time you are at a museum and try to recall/explain why that specific item in front of you matters to archeologists and historians everywhere, especially when it applies to the statement about not REPEATING history. Ditto for art and art museums. (I got my Grecco-Roman gods confused at the Getty Villa... *hides in shame*.) It also makes art museums more fun if you know what you are looking FOR as opposed to thinking "oh what a pretty picture". Music theory also has to same conclusion. Listening to music is different than LISTENING to it.
But mastering all that will not guarantee a place in an Ivy League. Finding a good job is only slightly easier than getting into the Ivys, especially if you graduated after the crash, thanks Enron and bankers! Essays about "what I want to do when I grow up" will frequently be off the mark. Actually, never reread your childhood work. Your grade school poetry might not be much better than recent attempts, but recent attempts to rhyme "rain" and "maim" (and can anyone find something that rhymes with "us" that works in the context of a fish theme? I think I ran out of ideas after "fuss", "bus", and "Gus") that you thought was so inventive that your teacher gave you an A+ for will look so pathetic now that it will make you rethink everything your teachers said you were great at. That and my grade school concerts make me feel sorry for the teachers and parents who have to pretend everything you do is fabulous, even screeching "winter wonderland" at as loud as you can with no concern for tempo, notes, or the hearing of those around you.
Acne and body hair, yeah those will not always magically go away after puberty. In fact, body hair will just get worse (except your eyebrows -- those eventually stop growing back) and acne for females will most likely just repeat monthly unless you take something. NOT ALL ADULT FEMALES WEAR MAKEUP. Raccoon eyes, big hair, and cherry red lipgloss with a heavy dose of cotton candy perfume will get you mistaken for Bozo the Clown (or Snooki) rather than a sexpot. No matter what you do, that hot guy/girl will not always give you the time of day because there is going to be a hotter girl/guy THEY are pining after. But even the class bully who picked on your looks will be homely in 10 years. Still, unfortunately, office politics will still resemble elementary or high school all over again -- including the emotional "divorce" in the playground with the flinging of the "wedding ring" (yes that really happened in 2nd grade).